World time? Tokyo:GMT+9   USA,West: GMT-8
Piro = Fred Gallager
Seraphim = Sarah Wooden Gallager
Largo = Rodney Caston
Dom = Dominic Nguyen (He's "Dom Li", like in Strange Candy)
Ed = Edmund Balan (i'll call the fic char "Ed Bolan")
Asmodeus = Ken "WingZero" Hashimoto
Tsubasa = Keishi Tada

MT forums locat
http://forums.megatokyo.com/index.php?showtopic=1693164

Alternative fanfic locat @ Champoo
http://p090.ezboard.com/fchampoofrm9.showMessage?topicID=734.topic
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Fanfic cover pic : http://www.starhub.net.sg/~dick1982/Images/DomNEd.gif

Dom & Ed : Almost a Love Story (Act 1, "The Beginning Of An End")
(supposed to be a "Eternal Sunshine of..." rip-off. with the boring heterosexual love replaced with errmmm ... male bonding! I hope Dom likes this. I sssoooo <3 Domy Deary)

The cold sea breeze caresses Dom's manly "i-don't-give-a-dam-bout-my-hair" styled hair. Warm fresh blood trickles down from his right ear. A contrast to the chilling grip of his pistol, and the shocking merciless sting in his heart ...

Dom: "Oh Ed... Why must it come to this?"

Dom's two bullets have found their place on Ed's shoulder and forehead, while Ed's shotgun spread almost blew off half of Dom's ear. In a slightly dazed motion, Dom stepped towards Ed. He kneeled down, lifted up Ed's still-warm body and rest it gently on his lap. Pressing his face next to his own, he lovingly whispers into his ear,

"Is this why you called me out, Ed? Was this your plan?..."

Suddenly, he looks up. Staring into the dark vast emptiness of the void above, the empty vacuum of the night sky seems to draw the tears from his eyes. He thumps his fist on Ed's chest shouting,

"How could you!?! You selfish bastard!"

Ed makes a barely audible choking noise. "He's alive!", Dom thought. Just then, a Sega Black Ops mini-van arrives at the deserted jetty with the loud throbbing "San Francisco Remix" version of Chicks On Speed's "For All the Boys in the World" playing on its extreme mod-ed stereo system. Some Latin-American Guy dressed in black(obviously a single-scenario NPC type) steps out and the music fades out.

S.L.A.G.: "We'll take over from here, sir"
Dom: "Oh. That's good... errmm... I mean ..."
SLAG: "..."
Dom: "I'm coming along. I need to speak to the Head Cybernetics Meds Divsion about this particular subject."
SLAG: "Sir... I understand he was a close friend. We would ensure he will be well taken care of... and used efficiently. *grin*"
Dom: "NO! you DON'T UNDERSTAND! *takes a deep breath* No, that's not what I mean. Just some extra modifications I'll like to add..."
SLAG: "... Yessir ..."

Back at Sega's shabby makeshift "E-Ward", set up near a medical waste dump...

Dom : "Is there any risk of brain damage?"
Dr. Howard Honda: "No no. The bullet you put in his head... Well, it didn't get in his head. Your friend seems to have a really thick skull. Quite amazing actually"
Dom: "arrr... I MEANT THE EXTRA PROCEDURE I REQUESTED!"
Dr. Howard Honda: "Hmmm... Well, technically speaking, the operation is brain damage, but on a par with a night of heavy drinking. Nothing he'll miss."

"Nothing he'll miss...", Dom mumbled Dr H's word with a hint of sadness.


TO BE CON'TED (whenever i feel like it. or feeling gay. feel free to add on to the story if you like *wink*.)


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im a bit too lazy(n sick) to complete the 2nd part of this fanfic, so im posting the outline for all you male-bonding lovers! *mock-giggle*

Outlines for "Page 2/Act 2(or more)"

2.0- Dr. H summarises the brain-washing process that Ed will undergo(standard for forcibly acquired new agents).The SOP brainwash is known as "REFORMATOMI(Reformation Of Motivational Indices)", which re-progs the more influential elements of the individual's drives/urges. As for the "extra procedure", Dr. H informs Dom that he would need certain personal items of Ed (n possibly Dom) to help navigate Ed's memory.

2.1- Scene of Dom searching Ed's hotel room, not finding much, but a address book. he finds Ed's home number and makes a call. His mom was on the line. Ed still lives with his parents. Have short convo, n flashback childhood memories of how Dom & Ed 1st met, which ends abruptly when Dom suddenly hangs up w/o saying goodbye.

2.2- Dom makes his way back to america by posing as a pilot for amercian airways, n gets unwanted attention from the air stewardesses. plane briefly hijacked by terrorist,who for some reason don't want to crash the plane, but just want to kill as many "white men", including japs, as possible. Dom kills 4 of them, but the fifth one who got shot gets up , n prevents the 6th one from attacking. the last two terrorist are step brothers. the 5th pleads with Dom to spare the 6th's life, as he would be the only remaining son(when 5th dies). Dom agrees. Before 5th dies, he speaks to 6th briefly, blaming himself for being such a unworthy role-model for him, n letting him join in on this ill-fated mission. and then... "Shin", a clone of that hero in "Fist of the North Star", steps in and kills off 5th(head explodes)

Dom: Damnit, why you do that for? I promised his bro to spare his life. Word of honour, geddit?!?
Shin: Relax. Bad guys die of exploding heads and stray bullets all the time. Nobody's blaming you... And don't you see? I did it all for love...
Dom: What?!?
Shin: Love, my brother. LOVE! His brother wouldn't rest in peace if he knew what the FBI and CIA would do to him... and Mary... Oh yes... Mary, dear Mary! My Mary! She would understand... I am but an empty shell... An existential wanderer, without her. Oh Mary, my Mary!! Oh...
Dom: Christ... You're a flake.
Shin: Oh yes! Oh yes! *Starry eyed* And... And ... Hold on, that accent. You're american?
Dom: Yeah?
Shin: Oh. ARRGGHHH!!! *Shudder* ... must dumb down... Nnnooo!! BROTHERHOOD & LOVE! BROTHERHOOD & ... *Hangs*
Dom: *Slaps his own forehead* What have I done to deserve this? *Poke poke* Hey. Is your frame rate lagging or what?
Shin: *Jerks body suddenly* MMMM!!!??? BEEFCAKE WHACK BADDIE, GOOD GOOD. YOU HAPPY? BANDAI IS LOVE! BANDAI IS LOVE!
Dom: I had enough of this... YOU'RE ALREADY DEAD. Man, I always wanted to say that.
Shin: HEY. THAT MY LINE!
Dom: Not anymore. *click*  *BANG BANG*  *Hum*
Dom(Singing): ...I am the warrior ...
Dom: Arrr... Where did that come from? 


2.3- Dom finally makes his way to Ed's house. exchange pleasantries with Ed's mom, some white lies concerning Ed, bla bla bla. Find the required items in Ed's room. Continue flashback of how Dom & Ed 1st met. More flashbacks relating to items(which i haven't thought of yet, so maybe i'll just rip off more of "Eternal Sunshine").

2.4-Dom is back in Japan again , speaking with Mr H. He introduces him to his one of his best cyberbiotic-cum-neurotic "techs", a hobbit named "EJ". Dom initially mistake "EJ" for an "Ewok", cause he's so DAMNED HAIRY & CREEPY n almost shoots him! He also request that Dom allow him to scan his memories, while Dom tries to recall as many Ed memories as possible, to get a more accurate reading, as Ed is still unconcious and probably won't assist in this "extra procedure" even if he was awake.

2.4/2.5-Dom recalls how he locked Ed in a car trunk. insert glorious homosexually-suggestive dialogue and exaggerated expressions... and how he actually did go back to release him, but only 2 days later ... cross reference to Ed's (less fluffy) version of what happend that day and how he got rescued, as Ed gets a simultaneous memory scan ... END "Page 2" of "Dom & Ed".

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nope "Page 2" isn't done yet. honestly ,i haven't even started. i'm gonna blame my dry cough. (hope i recover before the chinkie nu yr. my relatives will bug me ever more to get a job after that, n i would no time no time...) i've decided to write a little short short Dom & Ed "Moment", just so i can practise putting them in compromising positions, stare deeply into one another's eyes, n bla bla bla... pretty much gives me the excuse to put them in whatever movie/tv ad scenario that i dman well like. weeeee!
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Moments #0, "Summertime Frolicking" : a Dom & Ed Off-shoot

The sky is blue, the breeze isn't too strong... There's a cute little cottage, surrounded by a stone fence , and pretty pretty flowers and shrubs line the fence... It's actually not raining for once... It's a perfect sunny day in merry England. Well, actually it's Southern Ireland, but who gives a shite, eh?!

Dom & Ed are sharing a bicycle, getting some fresh air , wandering through the countryside around the village(still weird to call a village with broad-band access, a VILLAGE. *shrug*). Ed is peddling the bicycle, with sweat dripping down from his brow, irriating his eyes a bit. He looks so damned ultra-sexy now. A musky scent surrounds his sticky body. Dom is riding "side saddle", listening to some elevator music from a pre-released soundtrack of "AIR", on his Creative media player. His head is rested affectionately upon Ed's back, as his hands lock around his darling's chest.

Ed: "errmm.. Dom... You're holding me too tight. I'M HAVING TROUBLE BREATHING NOW!"
Dom: "Huh what? I can't hear you, man. *His hands now caressing Ed's hard upper-body*"
Ed: "Oh nevermind. *peddles harder*"
Dom: "Hmmm... Ed... Ed... This is so.. so nice. I could just die now"
Ed: "Right. whatever... woah! WTF!?!"

A frisky little mongrel was runing wildly through the pastures, with a little laddy carrying a fork close behind. This little kid was after his sausage. Silly kid. The sausage's already semi-digested in the doggie's stomache. The sausage that the mongrel, on that fateful morning, decided to nick from his young master, causing the old hag(the mother) to chase it away. The little laddy thought it was oh so jolly funny , and hopped off his chair to chase after it. "RONALDO, THAT'S MY SAUSAGE!", cried the boy, in half-jest. "KELVIN, NO!!!! Come back here, you little cunt!", followed his mother, screaming.

Ed made a sharp turn to the left to avoid the mongrel, going right into the tall grass on the side of the track. Losing his balance, both Ed & Dom fell side-ways into the tall grass. Dom opens his eyes to see Ed lying face-down on the ground. His face in Dom's belly. Dom turns Ed's head to face him, checking for any obvious wounds...

Dom: "ED ED! *Slap* TALK TO ME!"
Ed: "bbburr.. argh ... burrru *blows saliva bubbles*"
Dom: "Hmmm... *WHACK!*"
Ed: "OU! F%ckin hell!... What? You trying to kill me?!"
Dom: "Yep. You're alive! I was so worried. *Smile the warmest smile you could get from a cheeky smile*"
Ed: "... ... You're bleeding,Dom... I ... I'm so sorry .. I should have ..."
Dom: "*Cover Ed's mouth* No. You don't have to... You don't have to say that to me. Never to me... *stroke Ed's hair* It's just a scratch, really. It isn't your fault."
Ed: "Mmm..."
Dom: "Yes, Ed?"
Ed: "You're so gentle to me ..."

Young Laddy: "On Guard! *mindlessly thrusts fork in front of the mongrel*"
Little Mongrel: "Argf! Argf Argf Argf! *wags tail*"
Young Laddy: "No no no! That's not right! *pokes the fork a little too close to the mongrel nose*"
Little Mongrel: "Arf! *Bite, gulp, swallow*"
Young Laddy: "Oh silly Ronaldo! Yes, you should eat a sausage with a fork, but not like that..."

Dom & Ed are now sitting on the edge of the tall grass, staring out into the great open field, which seems to stretch over the horizon... and oh yeah... and then, there's that cute little cottage again. Ed sits between Dom's thighs, his hand absent-mindedly rubs Dom's knee.

Ed: "Dom..."
Dom: "Hmmm?"
Ed: "We've been here at least 15 minutes now. Should we go... somewhere else?"
Dom: "But it's so peaceful here. so ... so nice. *Rubs Ed's chin*"
Ed: "Yeah... *mumble mumble* I like 'nice' too."
Dom: "What you say?"
Ed: "Erm... Nothing. Oh. This reminds me of a poem"
Dom: "Oh cool, a poem! Quick! Recite it for me."
Ed: "All right. Here goes ..."

[i]
now lying on the pastures beside you
the stars above, my witnesses
i now set free the inner contents of my heart

too long i've waited for a moment like this
when two persons may share
two minds, two bodies, two souls
and a bright burning beacon of one we would form
as if to signal to one above

"we are united and will never part
we ascend, from the boundaries of mortal flesh
for as our love holds us as sentient beings
it too, spreads our warmth through out the vastness of space"

and then death will have no dominion in our place

this one will remember when the world forgets
one that would stay true ,through the constant dream that is reality
then bind us together and forever , when everything else fades
when everything's transient...

[/i]

Dom: "... Wow... That was great. What's the name of it?"
Ed: "*Blush* erm. I don't remember. It's probably written by some prick who confines himself in a dark room and masturbates while writing unrealistic transcendant love poems... Ermmm... Just forget about it."
Dom: "You're so terrible, Ed.*Pinch Ed's nose*"

AND THAT IS ALL.
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im splitting "Page 2" or "Act 2" into a few parts, since i'm really not focused(or give a f%ck enuff) to write everything i've outlined at 1 shot. it would be one hell of a long page anyways... now, this part of the story is leaning more towards science-fiction. no lovey-dovey, burn your homophobic eyes out kinda stuff. you can skip this part if you r bored to death by it.
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Dom & Ed: Almost a Love Story (Act 2.0, "Enter Howard Creepy Doctor Music")

Dr. Howard Honda: "... and so, the possible complications could be isolated by performing redundant probability analyst on the data dumps , from the scheduled scans of brainwaves we will be conducting on your friend. I assure you that the algorithim I've devised is accurate to the point of ... Ermm... Let me see... Well, it's about 0.435% chance of terminal failure ,which you shouldn't worry about as it has never occurred in my lifetime.. And a .. 12.761% chance of a gradual rapid eye perception of extra-sensory elements, a phenomenon no one has yet been able to explain, but nonetheless mostly harmless and temporary ... *Cough* Hello?"

Dom: "*Drool*... Mmmm... No! ...Hmmm yes... No... No wings ... Very nnooo..."

A shadowy figure slaps a saline pack over the back of Dom's head...

Dr. Howard Honda: "Thanks, EJ."
Dom: "Argh! Off, sparkles! Off! ... Oh, sorry."
Dr. Howard Honda: "No, I should apologise. I got a little carried away with my explanation. It's been such a long time since this process have been used."
Dom: "Right, doc. So what else do I need to know? *Stretch*"

Dr. Howard Honda: "Well mmm hmm... Before we carry out the procedure you've requested, there is the standard procedure... What was that... Oh yes, the REFORMATOMI, where we alter the most basic urges of the subject, and bind them with directives, which should ensure the loyalty of forcibly acquired agents. There is over 30% chance that the subject would resist its directives, but given the hazardous nature of the missions that these agents are usually given... I'm afraid HQ won't think twice about sending your friend for an almost suicidal operation"

Dom: "*Yawn* Tell me something I don't know. I almost got 'reformated', after I somehow wandered back from that investigation for a new source of silicon in Congo... Those Voodoo-Islamic Silverbacks were the freakiest buncha funky monkeys ever! Appearing in a shoujo fanfic would have been fun in comparision. *Shiver* ... And I wouldn't doubt my dear friend's abilities, doc."

Dr. Howard Honda: "Mmm, yeah... So now, all I need from you , is to fill up this questionnaire. *Passes over 2 pages of paper to Dom* This questionnaire is actually for your friend to answer, but since ..."

Dom: "I understand... *Skims through the questions* ... Hold on now, why would you need to know who I.. I mean , who Ed had sex with?"

Dr. Howard Honda: "Oh that... I have to admit that this procedure can't really wipe out all recollections of a specific person. Nevermind. You don't have to answer that. *Gives Dom a weird look* There's nothing we could do about THAT right now.. and Sega has been cutting back on funding as you can see ..."

Dom: "Tell me... And Ed and I have a purely platonic relationship, if you have to know."

Dr. Howard Honda: "That's good to know... Well, rite... Sexual relationships are a major influence on memory alteration, which we have not been able to decipher. Not much, at least... Now, how should I explain this simply? ... *Breath* We know that the people whom the particular person have had sex with, have a stronger and more varied hold on the neurological connections of the person. It's as if the subject's sexual partners have imprinted a part of themselves into the person,through physical contect and exchange of bodily fluids. And it not only affects the brain here.. It seems like the body, its sensory system .. It remembers its sexual relations.. Their smell, their voice, and pictures of course.. Significant reponse have been measured, when we expose them to samples collected from their sexual partners, even after we've literally erased them from the person's memory. And memories of these partners always replicate themselves shortly after we remove them (making memory alteration more tedious). They would sometimes even share 'connections' or what we sometimes nickname 'memory space' ,with other memories of sexual relations. We also found that the memories of parents and siblings seem to have similar attributes, but usually on a lesser scale. We can only assume that genetic similarities or even long-term cohabitation would be the cause of this, as we had insufficient background information on our previous test subjects. And then there is ..."

Dom: "That's more than I need to know... Did I tell you I DID NOT have sex with Ed?"

Dr. Howard Honda: "Yes, you did."

Dom: "Oh, right. *Suddenly found the left end of the plywood ceiling most interesting* *Whistle whistle*"

Dr. Howard Honda: "Oh, before I forget. My 'Techs' would require some personal items of your friend, those that would remind him of you. You would want to empty his home.That is, empty his life of Dom. You know what I mean?"

Dom pushes himself up from his slouching position in the chair, eager to end this conversation. "I'll do what I can", he mumbles,turning his back on the doctor. He walked out of the Head of Cybernetics/Med 's cramped office. He's walking quickly, but not feeling anxious. He felt lighter now. For once, he wasn't having any sentimental thoughts of Ed. And soon... Soon enough, Ed wouldn't have any thoughts of Dom left.
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so I didn't come back after lunchtime. bite me. I guess outlining/story-boarding the fic before-hand didn't help so much in keeping my creative juices flowing on schedule. mmm... juices.

anyways, i've got another crazy idea. WHY NOT WRITE THE ENDING FIRST? hell yeah! that should stop this fic from going on and on to nowhere OR halting at lame-ass cliff-hangers. right. so the peeps who dun give a shite about the redundant yaoi-tension and the pseudo-intellectual digging into human memory can get straight to the climax(or anti-climax)! outlines on "The End And To The Beginning" later...

(right. n maybe i'll start to type up outlines for whole bloody fic, so the reader(YOU YOU YOU) can just use your own imagination to fill in the blanks while I take my time to *burp*.. these comments are getting nowhere)

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[b]Dom & Ed : AaLS (Act 2.1, "Memories Past")[/b]

A slim figure passes through the streets of Tokyo wearing a heavy coat. It's a little hot even for spring time. A finger pushes up the metallic frame of the spectacles. With the sun reflecting off its lens, his eyes can't be seen by the crowd around him. He checks his bearings for a moment, then continues to squeeze through the lunch-time crowd. His eyes stared straight ahead(not that anyone would notice). "Should have gotten up earlier... Damn that dream... And the pills. When was the last time I've used them?", Dom thought to himself. There were white sweat stains on the back of his collar, and it wasn't because of the high-noon heat ...

Last night, after returning back to his room(in a certain "love hotel", where he kindly persuaded the manager to let him stay for a few weeks or more, so he could offer him some "protection services"), Dom fell asleep almost immediately without taking off his clothes. 2 hours later and he was in a state of rapid eye movement.

[i]He was back at the E-Ward and all seems to be calm. Everything was bright. High contrast and lomographic hues. But something was odd, not because of that. He felt himself unexpectedly sliping into the background, looking upon the operating table where Ed was placed, and feeling like there were invisible walls of an interrogation room around him. A shadow of himself passed through him and walked towards Ed. And Ed's seemingly ethereal and pale face faded into darkness. A shadow of Ed now laid upon the operating table and it stood up. Sliding images of that night at the jetty overlaid Dom's view as the two shadow walked slowly towards one another, like some sublime ballet performance ... almost drifting in the air as they lifted their feet. As the overlaying images proceeded to the point when Dom's bullet hit Ed's forehead, the shadows merged into an odd embrace and were no more... At that moment, he faintly remembered trying to scream, with no words coming out, and with no one to hear, so it never happend... The images stopped moving, turning to a view of the black mini-van, and the last thing Dom heard before the door opened and the images shattered around him were , "If I left my heart in San Fransicso ...", booming from the mod-ed stereo system of the mini-van.[/i]

Dom woke up in cold sweat, breathing heavily, feeling a phantom pain through his eyes and to the back of his head. He stumbled through his belongings, finding his suitcase, and grabbed some tranquilizing medication. Crushing the tablets with his teeth, he swallowed them with his saliva...

Staring at the address again, Dom fanned himself with his coat as he waited at the cross junction.

Dom(Internal monologue): [i]"Ed Ed Ed... If only I had shot a few more rounds... And one more for myself. We could have been free. Is that what you really wanted, Ed? *Cackle* ...I could have spared myself the agony... Hrmph... Foolish thoughts. Must carry on ... The hotel should be just one more block away."[/i]

Room 808. "From the lift lobby, turn left and straight on to the far end of the corridor. The room's on the left-hand side if I remember correctly...", Dom repeated the receptionist's instructions in his head and finally reached Ed's room. He let himself in with the cardkey they found on Ed's clothing. On first glance, it seems that the room was never used. There was nothing in the room that looked like it belonged to Ed , no smell of rifle oil and no sound resembling the low humming of battery charges. It wasn't like they had much time to rest since they got to Tokyo... Ed tracking down the dysfunctional PS2 accessory(though he didn't tell Dom, it was pretty obvious ,after Dom spotted him at Mega Gamers while spying on Erika), blowing his own face off, getting hit by a flying giant tortoise, getting plastic surgery, being almost tore apart by fangirls, and meeting his fate on that night of negotiation ... Looking back, the two of them had such different styles of approach. Ed was like Aries... Rash and impulsive, with burning passion in everything he did. And Dom was like Libra... Cool and collected at all times, using more "civilised" methods compared to Ed.

Dom ransacked the entire room but couldn't find anything he was looking for. There were 5 pairs of the same type of shirt and pants(similar to what Dom wears), a spare heavy coat with numerous sheaths and pockets for stuffing weapons in, and an large-size tub of Gastby "XXXtra-HARD Hold" hair gel. Strangely, he couldn't find any socks or underwear... not that he wanted them ,of course. Finally, as he ripped up the queen-sized bed with his jack knife, a small notebook fell out of a pillowcase. The notebook was full of scribblings written in some sort of code or short-form that he couldn't make sense of; "PL Movement-excommuned as of FRI...", "Thus Spake Zarathustra...", "Secured I-Rink of Im... serum obtained. no one must noe. side effects: permaImpo", "Mother of Oedi-Con, HRH, last locat @ Soaren b 33 84", etc... Luckily on the last page, he found a "return to owner" address and a telephone number. "Silly Ed.", Dom mumbled to himself.

Confused that Ed might actually be dumb enough to put his address and phone number in a notebook that may contain important secrets, Dom picked up the phone and tried calling the number. 

Dom(to himself): "Should be around 8PM over there..."
???(Female voice): "Hello?"
Dom: "???... *cough* ...Mmm... Yes?... Doh!"
???: "Hello hello. May I know who I'm speaking to, young man?"
Dom: "Oh. Sorry, M'am! I just didn't expect to be living with anyone. Does Ed live there? Ed Bolan."
???: "What are you saying?! Ed never left the house! *Laughs uncontrollably*"
Dom: "*Sweat drop* Yeah... OK ..."
???: "*Sigh* Oh, You're a friend of Eddy then. Why didn't you just say so? I'm afraid Eddy isn't around. He's gone to Japan for some project assignment and he didn't say anything more ... Oh I'm sorry!I forgot to introduce myself. Oh ho ho ho! I'm Janet, Ed's momee. And you are?"

Dom: "Arrg... I'm Dominic. You can call me Dom... *Realises that he has been to this address before* ... It's been a long time, Mrs Bolan. I used to live down the road. Next to Mr Ricket's with his garage of motorbikes."

Janet: "Domy domy... *ponder ponder* Ooh, Dom Li! You're the one Eddy used to have a crush on! I used to mistake you for a little girl too.*Giggle*"

Dom: "Shit.. Sorry! I mean .. yeah, we were great pals. So... Mrs Bolan. Ed actually got me to inform you that he would be stuck .. I mean.. busy in Toyko for quite a while. And I agreed to help him get some stuff from his room..."

Janet: "Really? Nnooo... How could he bother his dear child-hood friend like this? Plane tickets to Japan aren't cheap you know? Couldn't I just send them over in a parcel?"

Dom: "No. They're really important documents that he doesn't trust anyone else with. Really no trouble at all since ..."

Janet: Is that so! Really no trouble at all?

Dom: Erm... No.

Janet: Alrighty. When would you come over? Are you staying for a few days? You could stay in Ed's room if you like. I doubt he would mind.

Dom: "Naa... I got some other business to attend to. I'll just be dropping by to get the stuff. I SHOULD BE able get myself on a flight tonight. I'll call again when I reach the airport there... Yeah... Bye."

Janet(sounding a little disappointed):"Wait, Domy. Tell Eddy to take care AND EAT MORE FRUITS, OK? Bye!"

Dom hangs up while making a noise, somewhere between a snort and a grunt, and accompanies it with a shiver. He drops like a sack on the vandalised hotel bed. His fingers tap on pistol grip of his gun almost by habit as he thinks about his plans for tonight. "I hate traveling economy."

END ACT 2.1

(da dick's NOTE: I know I said in the outlines for "Page2/Act2", that there's suppose to be a bloody flashback here.well screw the flashback! they're overused anything. dropping little details on a long-distance phone call is good enough for now.)

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Supposed Outlines of ACT ???,"The End?"

- most of this last act will occur in Doom's head, as Howard himself tracks down the last remnants of Ed.

- as the memory alteration process tacklles the more recent memories before moving on the older memories, the last connection to Ed is Dom's memory of how they first met. Details of the 1st meeting, to be cut off half-way as Dom & Ed start conversing as if they were adults.

- the scene changes around them. they'ree no longer in their home town, n the day rapidly changes to nite. they're at the jetty, but all details look "fuzzy" , like they walking on water-colour painted movie set. Dom is back in his adult form, but Ed still looks n sounds like a kid. They seem to re-enact the negotiation, word for word. 

"I thought this part got deleted already..."
"No. It's different"

The water colours seem be melt all around them.

"Don't forget me."
"I can't... I can't stop them now... I can't."
"Try."

Dom stopped staring at his feet n forced his eyes to look at Ed one last time. Instead, He saw himself firing twice at him. As the second bullet hits his head, his vision whites out.

A Sega Black Ops minivan pulls up next to Dom, who kneeling down all alone , gazing glassy-eyed into the black empty canvas of the night. Some Latin American Guy steps out of the minivan with a loud splash. He looks at his black pants soaked with water colours. 

"Yo,mon! Wat shite have you been smoking?!?"

"Something Changed" by PULP fades out.


- A year later, Dom heads back to Sega HHQ to file in his report in person. He now wears contacts, his hair is long and his face is unshaven. He looks at his watch n it's already late. Turns around, decides to get home early to watch re-runs of The Sopranos on cable. Ed leaves his office. He has just been promoted to "Junior Director of Operations". He's got his hair all combed back with lotsa gel, like some 80's yuppie. He wears a tie, ALWAYS. Meets Dom as he heads towards his car.

"Dom? wait! Hey Stop! ... I'm a new junior director, you'll be reporting to me starting tommorrow!"

"Is that so? *turns his head n sees Ed's face for the "1st time"* You! THE Ed Bolan himself... The newbie high-flyer who single-handedly stopped the Northern Rock Star insurgency by converting all their spies to our side... I'm so jealous. Never seen anyone achieved that much, in the 3 years I've been here."

- Ed's handphone suddenly rings. Informaation on John Romero's(sp?) new cult recruiting 3-D graphics artists and beam weapons specialists.

"Agent Li!"
"Yeah? I mean... yessir...*looks the other way*"
"Now don't get cranky on me just because I'm your new boss. GET IN THE CAR, I'VE GOT A MISSION FOR YOU! We've got a mission .*wink*"
"I've got my own ride *pulls out a motorbike helmet frm nowhere*. Johnny boys back, eh? I'll meet you there...*runs off*"
"Sonuva..."

-"Men of Destiny"(theme song from Gundamm 0083: Stardust Memory) plays in the background as they ride off into the sunset.

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and stay tuned for outlines of the sequel to Dom & Ed... HOWARD'S AFTERGLOW!! w00T! *leer leer ,wink wink*... alrite. forgedit. thats a sick idea.
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Too many ideas floating around , n I ended up typing out some of em without finishing any of em until now... I wished I had a scanner. got this urge to sketch some chibi doms & eds frolicking around with wings and all. thought of doing a "dom & ed in snow", but since I never bothered to learn how to draw clothes n some proportional looking hands n feet(i spent like a year getting those 'manga' eyes just rite. im brillant @ drawing faggoty sparkling eyes!), so I would have probably done a "naked dom & ed in snow WITH chibi hands n feet". u should be thankful for being alive. n that I don't have easy access to a scanner...
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[b]Dom & Ed: AaLS (FINAL ACT,"The End?")[/b]

[i]"...Promise me you'll come back!"[/i]

[i]"I don't know, I can't! My mom said..."[/i]

[i]"Just say it... Please? I've never told you what to do ... Just this once! Couldn't you..."[/i]

[i]OK. I promise. Good bye ...[/i]


"Precious...My precious", a deep gurgling voice emits from the cheap plywood and fibre glass constructs of the E-ward. EJ nibbles on Ed's sock hidden inside his tunic, like it was some sort of delicacy.

EJ(to himself): "Mmm, my precious likes thisss... yes, you do, you do you do..."

Dr. Honda: "EJ! Stop fidgeting there and help me here. They're both displaying anomalies I've never seen before. It looks like they're resisting the treatment, but there's something else here... It's replicating... Like a virus... Get me a mutant sensory module quickly! And another neura-stat amp and some multi-plugs."

EJ: "Yess, masta!"

Little Dominic (probably no more than 7 years old right now) bent over to examine a patch of mimosa on the unkempt front lawn of his new home. He was going to pluck off one of the small pink flowers when he sensed someone looking at him from the pathway. It was Ed on his bicycle ,with training wheels on the back and other frilly bits, including a picture of Simon LeBon ripped off from some magazine and stuck on the front plastic wind-shield between the handles.

Ed: "Oh. Hi... *Loses balance, almost dropping his bike* Heehee. *Grin* I've noticed you around. You're new here, right? I'm Eddy, but you can call me Ed! Only my mom calls me Eddy. Pleased to meet you! *Steps forward onto the grass*"

Dom: "Well, my mom told me not to speak to strangers. And you're trash-passing on my propaty! *Pushes Ed back*"

Ed: "Sheeesh.. Girls should be more gentle. And polite?"

Dom: "Girl?!? Who's a whiny sissy now? *Stands up with fist*"

Ed: "*Pulls out a cigarette from nowhere and lights it* Drop the act ,Dom. I knew you just wanted to pull me inside and 'play house' with you."

Dom: "*Expression changes from open-mouthed shock to tired stare*Don't think you're always so damned f^cking special. *Relaxed*"

Ed: "Man... *Exhales* If I knew you were such a fag, I would have taken you on my ride sooner. Heheheheh..."

Dom: "You're an asshole, Ed. *Turns his head*"

Ed: "Ah. You're breaking my heart, Domy. Is that really the last thing you want to say to me before I'm gone?"

Dom: "What? Oh right. I almost forgot. *Looks around* I can't believe I still remember this house... "

Dom & Ed: "*Touch one another's face*... I don't think I even remember what you look like anymore. *Embrace*"

Ed: "*Nudge Dom* Look. Is this it?"

Their surroundings swirled around them. Seconds later, they were no longer in the town that they both grew up in. The day rapidly shaded itself out to night. They're at the jetty on that fateful night, but all the details looked "fuzzy" , like they were standing on a water-colour painted movie set. Dom is back in his adult form with the trademark shirt, but Ed still looks like a kid in his T-shirt and shorts.

Dom: "...I can't ensure your safe passage out of Tokyo if you don't accept my offer. C'mon, Eddy. You're the reason I became a Sega fanboy in the first place. It's not like Sony's power is going to last forever. And I've heard rumours about the PS3 harddrive... Can you really trust those guys anymore?"

Ed(with high-pitched voice): "Stop!  Rumours are just that. Rumours.You know I don't care about that. I have always been faithful to my beliefs... I know damn well what I'm fighting for, and I'm not just another hired gun! *Cocks his weapon* And you ..."

Dom: "Wait, Ed. Don't do this! Ed? ED!!! ..."

Ed: "Woah! Cool it. Fsck, everything sounds bigger in a kid's body..."

Dom: "I thought this got deleted already..."

Ed: "*Still slapping his ears* No. It's different."

The water colours seem be melt all around them.

Ed: "*Shotgun fades away* Don't forget me."

Dom: "I can't... *Hands over head. Looks down at shoes* I can't stop them now... I can't!"

Ed: "Try ..."

Dom stopped staring at his feet and forced his eyes to look at Ed one last time. He saw only a blur, a figure standing where Dom himself was originally standing, pointing his .45 Magnum at him. Two shots were fired as was expected. His visions whites out before he guessed what hit him.

A Sega Black Ops minivan pulls up next to Dom, who was kneeling down all alone , gazing glassy-eyed into the black empty canvas of the night. Some Latin American Guy steps out of the minivan with a loud splash. He looks at his black pants soaked with water colours. 

SLAG: "Yo,mon! Wat shite have you been smoking?!?"

The sound of "Something Changed" by PULP fades out, as the minivan drives off into the streets of Tokyo. "It looks so peaceful tonight", Dom looks out from the window and surveys the city lights, wondering if he had forgotten something...


A year later, Dom heads back to Sega HQ to file in his report in person. He now wears contacts. Hair, long with a mullet. His face is unshaven. Throw in a bandana and he would look like a "Metal Gear Solid"(or should that be "Full Metal Jacket"?) fanboy. He looks at his watch and it's already late. Turning around, he decides to get home early to watch re-runs of The Sopranos on cable. At around the same time, Ed leaves his office. He has just been promoted to "Junior Director of Operations". He's got his hair all combed back with an egg of moouse like some 80's yuppie. He wears a tie everywhere he goes. As he unlocks his Coupe, he recognises Dom running off to his bike.

Ed: "Dom? Wait! Hey stop! ... I'm a new junior director, you'll be reporting to me starting tomorrow!"

Dom: "*Pauses and jogs on the spot* Is that so? *turns his head and sees Ed's face for the "1st time"* You! THE Ed Bolan himself? The newbie high-flyer who single-handedly stopped the Northern Rock Star insurgency by converting all their spies to our side... I'm so jealous. I've never seen anyone achieved that much in my 3 years here."

Ed: "Haha. Thanks, I guess. By the way, have you eaten yet?"

Ed's handphone suddenly rings.

Ed: "Hello."
???: "Section Balioth, Team Alpha!"
Ed: "Yessir!"

???: "A week ago, we've received reports of John R reviving operation BLUE HELMET, recruiting 3-D graphics artist and engineers. His recent migration of engineers with knowledge specialising in beam weapons is of great concern..."

Ed: "I heard about that..."

???: "Well. We now have confirmation that beta-testing is in progress. You are to report to Diamond Bar Rendezvous Point at approximately 1925 hrs with any other agents at your disposal,on short notice. I will send the pictures from our latest reports and GPS coordinates on the way. Godspeed."

Ed: "Aye, Captain Surly."

???: "Damnit. I thought my John Wayne accent was perfect! Arrr... Get your ass moving already! *Hangs up*"

Ed: "*Notice Dom running off already* Agent Li!"
Dom: "Yeah?! *Turns his head* I mean... yessir...*looks the other way*"

Ed: "Now don't get cranky on me just because I'm your new boss. GET IN THE CAR, I'VE GOT A MISSION FOR YOU! We've got a mission...*Wink*"

Dom: "I've got my own ride... *pulls out a motorbike helmet from nowhere*. Johnny boys back, eh?!? I'll meet you there! *Runs off*"

Ed: "Sonuva... *Hammers the hood of his car and smiles*"

Ed plugs in his baby blue I-Pod into his car and the sonic blast of "Men of Destiny"(theme song from Gundam 0083: Stardust Memory) penetrates the evening air, along with the roar of Dom's Aprilla. "Good times?", Ed wonders as he switches gear and sticks the acceleration pad to the floor.

END FINAL ACT

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- replace elephant parade with gay pridee parade. phallus n faggots for elephants, geddit?
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