Thanks for waiting! Sorry it took a while... my computer was hit by a virus...
hope you like this!
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Eriol was at his apartment, reading the newspaper. The mob of 'Daidoji' fans had finally found out where she lived. Thousands are now camped outside her home in hopes to catch a glimpse of her. Eriol felt disgusted that some even tried to take pictures while she was in the bathroom.
Impulsively, he picked up the phone and dialed Tomoyo's number. At the first ring he realized he wasn't sure what to say to her.
"Hello, Daidoji Tomoyo speaking."
"I'm surprised. I was expecting your bodyguard to answer."
"You called my handphone. Only you, Sakura and Syaoran know my handphone number."
"Are you getting phone calls consistently? I hear ringing at the background..."
Tomoyo sighed. "Yes. They found my house number in the phone books and now they won't stop trying for a chance to hear my voice."
"It sounds really bad there. Have you talked to Marco about this?"
"Yes, I did. All he said was 'Get used to it, my little star, fame comes with a price'. The only problem is I never asked for fame yet I'm paying the price for it. Anyway, why did you call?"
"Ah... that..." Eriol stammered. "Well, I read the report on the newspaper about you and..."
He could tell she was smiling on the other end. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate your kindness. There's nothing you can do about it sadly."
"I see... well then. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Eriol wasn't sure why he wanted to put down the phone as quickly as possible. Maybe he had nothing else to say. Maybe he was worried Tomoyo could hear his heart beating like mad. "I have to do something for her..."
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Eriol went to visit Marco's studio. It felt like if he was going to help Tomoyo, he might as well start from the source.
"I'd like to see Marco, please," he said to the receptionist.
"I'm sorry but he's quite busy now."
"How long will he take?"
The receptionist raised an eyebrow. "Don't even think of waiting for him."
"So you suggest I barge in?"
"Might as well. That idiot has been counting his shares ever since Daidoji's album was out. Go to the 15th floor, down the hall, three doors from your left. Feel free to whack his head for me."
"Thank you very much."
Eriol took the lift and reached the 15th floor. Only to be greeted by Iron Maiden Jane.
"I knew it was you, Eriol!" she cried as she jumped and gave Eriol a death hug.
"Ah! Iron Maiden Jane!" cried Eriol in surprise.
"I said call me 'Jianu-sama' remember?" she scolded, still holding on to him. "I'm so happy to see you, Eriol! I missed you so much! I've been so lonely ever since that idiot girl released her album..."
"Hey! She's not an idiot, okay?"
Iron Maiden Jane ignored what he said. "Come on, I'm sure you're here to see my work because you feel sure it's much better than hers!" She then pulled Eriol in another direction.
"Wait! That's not it!"
But Iron Maiden Jane tightened her grip on Eriol and brought him to her studio. She pulled out a CD and then put it in her CD player.
"Now, listen and be amazed," she said proudly.
Eriol listened. As the music started, he found it awfully familiar.
"I'm riding on the wind/ As I spread my silver wings/ Like a gray eagle I will fly/ Into the blue sky..."
"Wait a second... isn't this Tomoyo's song?" asked Eriol.
"Who said it's her song? She has no right over it!" said Iron Maiden Jane, crossing her arms.
"But that's not right. She worked hard on those songs, you can't do that. Besides it's illegal, you're violating copyrights."
"I don't need to hear this from you!" screamed Iron Maiden Jane. She turned her back on him. "Everywhere I go it's just Daidoji this and Daidoji that. Not even my powers can withstand her. It makes me sick!" She turned to him and pointed, "I swear I'll bring her down! And you and the whole world shall witness it! Then all of you shall pay for ever supporting Daidoji!" She then ran off.
"W-wait!" cried Eriol, but then thought it was useless. What should he say to her anyway?
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Iron Maiden Jane ran out of the studio and ran deep into a public park. She didn't care if her hair was all over the place, she didn't care if her clothes were stained with grass and dirt, she just wanted to run.
Finally her legs gave way. She stumbled to the ground and stayed there, uncertain whether to cry or scream.
Damn it, everywhere I go people support Daidoji, even my music now screams Daidoji. Isn't there anything left that's mine?
"Damn it..." she said in a shaky voice. "Doesn't anybody..." Her tears slowly rolled down. "Doesn't anybody... DOESN'T ANYBODY HERE HATE DAIDOJI!!!"
Two teenage girls, who passed by, shook their heads. "She must be mad," said one of them. "Nobody ever hates Daidoji."
"It's understandable if she meant Iron Maiden Jane," said the other one. "I used to like her but in the end I realised she had no talent at all."
Iron Maiden Jane's eyes grew wide as more tears spilled out. It was bad enough that she was being mocked, but those girls didn't realise they were mocking in front of her! Did she really look unrecognizable... or did everyone forget how she looked?
Her tears didn't stop as she sobbed even harder. I'd do anything... anything... just to be remembered and loved... it was my dream to have tons of fans and supporters in everything I do... now I've lost them... I'll stop being mean... I'll appreciate all the support my fans give... I'll never fire anybody again... I just want to be loved by everyone again!
"Fancy meeting you here..."
Iron Maiden Jane stopped crying. Slowly she got up and turned towards the figure. "H-Hao!"
Hao smiled. "Iron Maiden Jane, what a pleasant surprise! It's rare to see you all dirtied up like that!"
She looked at herself and saw that she had mud all over her clothes. She'd hated to see how her face looks like. "Well, go ahead, laugh! My whole world is gone, so you might as well enjoy yourself like the rest of the people!"
"Now that's cold, Iron Maiden Jane. After all, I'm here to help."
Iron Maiden Jane jolted. "Help? What do you mean?"
Hao's smile widened. "I know how much you want to beat Daidoji. Well, guess what? I wish to do the same thing."
Iron Maiden Jane blinked. "You hate Daidoji, too?"
"No. I hate Marco. I can't stand the fact that he's raking billions just because of that Daidoji. He had enough money when he had you..." He sneered at her. "Be glad though, if you were still with Marco I would've devised a plan to bring you and Marco down."
"So what's your point?"
"Join me, Iron Maiden Jane. With you I could create a plan to not only bring Marco down but to get Daidoji out of the Entertainment business for good."
Iron Maiden Jane found the offer awfully tempting. "That'll be great. But... even with Daidoji down, it'll mean nothing to me in the end if you bring Marco down, too."
Hao gave her a card. "It's my card." He then walked off. "Call me if you're ever interested in working in my studio."
"WHAT?!"
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Eriol went up to Marco's room. He could hear Marco cackling with joy inside. He then knocked on the door.
"Yes! Come in and share my joy!" cackled Marco. Eriol entered. His jaw dropped.
The whole place was filled with billions of money that seem to be flying all over the place. Eriol could barely walk into the room.
"Quick, close the door before they fly out of the room and someone takes it!" cried Marco. Eriol hesitantly obeyed, if could he would use his magic to make all of the money burn into ash but decided it would be too cruel.
"Now how can I help you?"
Eriol took a deep breath. "Your 'little star' is suffocating by the amount of media attention she's getting. She's been caged up for four months and had never had the chance to even step one foot out of her room. You are technically responsible for this. Can't we try to quiet them down a bit?"
"Impossible! It's with this attention my little star has become a success! And besides, she needs lots of rest."
"Why?"
"Cause I've got a big concert planned for her."
"WHAT? Does she know this?"
"No... not yet. I was so caught up counting my shares I forgot to tell her. Thanks for reminding me." Marco picked up the phone.
Eriol couldn't control his temper. "You... and your stupid greed," he hissed. He then turned to get out of the door. "Do you have a fire hydrant in here?"
"Over there," pointed Marco. "Why?"
"Good." As Eriol closed the door behind him, the fire alarm rang. Marco came rushing out.
"Help! My money's on fire! My money's on fire!"
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Eriol sighed uncertainly. In the end he couldn't do anything for Tomoyo. He couldn't control his temper over Marco and the loss of money he caused could get him in serious trouble.
But he'll have a lot to spare, Eriol assured himself. He has his 'little star' to make it up for him. And with the concert and all, he's sure to have even more money than ever.
Suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder. Eriol pulled a little further from the man in defense. "Who's there?"
"Nice reflexes," said the man. "But I've stopped killing so you don't have to worry." He gave an assuring smile.
"Who are you?" Eriol sensed his aura and was uncertain. He had an evil aura all right, but somehow he felt that it wouldn't affect him.
"My name is Hao. Could you be Hiiragizawa Eriol?"
Eriol nodded.
"I need your help. And in another way, you'll need mine."
"What do you mean?"
Hao grinned. "I could help you save Daidoji from the world with no privacy. But I'll also need your help from that."
"What makes you so sure I can trust you?"
"I don't. But choices are limited."
Eriol thought for a moment. He didn't want to truly trust a man he had no idea of, but the thought of Tomoyo never having her privacy back was too much. "So what do you have in mind?"
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Kyaa... I know it's short! But the best is yet to come, so please be patient!
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Eriol was at his apartment, reading the newspaper. The mob of 'Daidoji' fans had finally found out where she lived. Thousands are now camped outside her home in hopes to catch a glimpse of her. Eriol felt disgusted that some even tried to take pictures while she was in the bathroom.
Impulsively, he picked up the phone and dialed Tomoyo's number. At the first ring he realized he wasn't sure what to say to her.
"Hello, Daidoji Tomoyo speaking."
"I'm surprised. I was expecting your bodyguard to answer."
"You called my handphone. Only you, Sakura and Syaoran know my handphone number."
"Are you getting phone calls consistently? I hear ringing at the background..."
Tomoyo sighed. "Yes. They found my house number in the phone books and now they won't stop trying for a chance to hear my voice."
"It sounds really bad there. Have you talked to Marco about this?"
"Yes, I did. All he said was 'Get used to it, my little star, fame comes with a price'. The only problem is I never asked for fame yet I'm paying the price for it. Anyway, why did you call?"
"Ah... that..." Eriol stammered. "Well, I read the report on the newspaper about you and..."
He could tell she was smiling on the other end. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate your kindness. There's nothing you can do about it sadly."
"I see... well then. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Eriol wasn't sure why he wanted to put down the phone as quickly as possible. Maybe he had nothing else to say. Maybe he was worried Tomoyo could hear his heart beating like mad. "I have to do something for her..."
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Eriol went to visit Marco's studio. It felt like if he was going to help Tomoyo, he might as well start from the source.
"I'd like to see Marco, please," he said to the receptionist.
"I'm sorry but he's quite busy now."
"How long will he take?"
The receptionist raised an eyebrow. "Don't even think of waiting for him."
"So you suggest I barge in?"
"Might as well. That idiot has been counting his shares ever since Daidoji's album was out. Go to the 15th floor, down the hall, three doors from your left. Feel free to whack his head for me."
"Thank you very much."
Eriol took the lift and reached the 15th floor. Only to be greeted by Iron Maiden Jane.
"I knew it was you, Eriol!" she cried as she jumped and gave Eriol a death hug.
"Ah! Iron Maiden Jane!" cried Eriol in surprise.
"I said call me 'Jianu-sama' remember?" she scolded, still holding on to him. "I'm so happy to see you, Eriol! I missed you so much! I've been so lonely ever since that idiot girl released her album..."
"Hey! She's not an idiot, okay?"
Iron Maiden Jane ignored what he said. "Come on, I'm sure you're here to see my work because you feel sure it's much better than hers!" She then pulled Eriol in another direction.
"Wait! That's not it!"
But Iron Maiden Jane tightened her grip on Eriol and brought him to her studio. She pulled out a CD and then put it in her CD player.
"Now, listen and be amazed," she said proudly.
Eriol listened. As the music started, he found it awfully familiar.
"I'm riding on the wind/ As I spread my silver wings/ Like a gray eagle I will fly/ Into the blue sky..."
"Wait a second... isn't this Tomoyo's song?" asked Eriol.
"Who said it's her song? She has no right over it!" said Iron Maiden Jane, crossing her arms.
"But that's not right. She worked hard on those songs, you can't do that. Besides it's illegal, you're violating copyrights."
"I don't need to hear this from you!" screamed Iron Maiden Jane. She turned her back on him. "Everywhere I go it's just Daidoji this and Daidoji that. Not even my powers can withstand her. It makes me sick!" She turned to him and pointed, "I swear I'll bring her down! And you and the whole world shall witness it! Then all of you shall pay for ever supporting Daidoji!" She then ran off.
"W-wait!" cried Eriol, but then thought it was useless. What should he say to her anyway?
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Iron Maiden Jane ran out of the studio and ran deep into a public park. She didn't care if her hair was all over the place, she didn't care if her clothes were stained with grass and dirt, she just wanted to run.
Finally her legs gave way. She stumbled to the ground and stayed there, uncertain whether to cry or scream.
Damn it, everywhere I go people support Daidoji, even my music now screams Daidoji. Isn't there anything left that's mine?
"Damn it..." she said in a shaky voice. "Doesn't anybody..." Her tears slowly rolled down. "Doesn't anybody... DOESN'T ANYBODY HERE HATE DAIDOJI!!!"
Two teenage girls, who passed by, shook their heads. "She must be mad," said one of them. "Nobody ever hates Daidoji."
"It's understandable if she meant Iron Maiden Jane," said the other one. "I used to like her but in the end I realised she had no talent at all."
Iron Maiden Jane's eyes grew wide as more tears spilled out. It was bad enough that she was being mocked, but those girls didn't realise they were mocking in front of her! Did she really look unrecognizable... or did everyone forget how she looked?
Her tears didn't stop as she sobbed even harder. I'd do anything... anything... just to be remembered and loved... it was my dream to have tons of fans and supporters in everything I do... now I've lost them... I'll stop being mean... I'll appreciate all the support my fans give... I'll never fire anybody again... I just want to be loved by everyone again!
"Fancy meeting you here..."
Iron Maiden Jane stopped crying. Slowly she got up and turned towards the figure. "H-Hao!"
Hao smiled. "Iron Maiden Jane, what a pleasant surprise! It's rare to see you all dirtied up like that!"
She looked at herself and saw that she had mud all over her clothes. She'd hated to see how her face looks like. "Well, go ahead, laugh! My whole world is gone, so you might as well enjoy yourself like the rest of the people!"
"Now that's cold, Iron Maiden Jane. After all, I'm here to help."
Iron Maiden Jane jolted. "Help? What do you mean?"
Hao's smile widened. "I know how much you want to beat Daidoji. Well, guess what? I wish to do the same thing."
Iron Maiden Jane blinked. "You hate Daidoji, too?"
"No. I hate Marco. I can't stand the fact that he's raking billions just because of that Daidoji. He had enough money when he had you..." He sneered at her. "Be glad though, if you were still with Marco I would've devised a plan to bring you and Marco down."
"So what's your point?"
"Join me, Iron Maiden Jane. With you I could create a plan to not only bring Marco down but to get Daidoji out of the Entertainment business for good."
Iron Maiden Jane found the offer awfully tempting. "That'll be great. But... even with Daidoji down, it'll mean nothing to me in the end if you bring Marco down, too."
Hao gave her a card. "It's my card." He then walked off. "Call me if you're ever interested in working in my studio."
"WHAT?!"
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Eriol went up to Marco's room. He could hear Marco cackling with joy inside. He then knocked on the door.
"Yes! Come in and share my joy!" cackled Marco. Eriol entered. His jaw dropped.
The whole place was filled with billions of money that seem to be flying all over the place. Eriol could barely walk into the room.
"Quick, close the door before they fly out of the room and someone takes it!" cried Marco. Eriol hesitantly obeyed, if could he would use his magic to make all of the money burn into ash but decided it would be too cruel.
"Now how can I help you?"
Eriol took a deep breath. "Your 'little star' is suffocating by the amount of media attention she's getting. She's been caged up for four months and had never had the chance to even step one foot out of her room. You are technically responsible for this. Can't we try to quiet them down a bit?"
"Impossible! It's with this attention my little star has become a success! And besides, she needs lots of rest."
"Why?"
"Cause I've got a big concert planned for her."
"WHAT? Does she know this?"
"No... not yet. I was so caught up counting my shares I forgot to tell her. Thanks for reminding me." Marco picked up the phone.
Eriol couldn't control his temper. "You... and your stupid greed," he hissed. He then turned to get out of the door. "Do you have a fire hydrant in here?"
"Over there," pointed Marco. "Why?"
"Good." As Eriol closed the door behind him, the fire alarm rang. Marco came rushing out.
"Help! My money's on fire! My money's on fire!"
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Eriol sighed uncertainly. In the end he couldn't do anything for Tomoyo. He couldn't control his temper over Marco and the loss of money he caused could get him in serious trouble.
But he'll have a lot to spare, Eriol assured himself. He has his 'little star' to make it up for him. And with the concert and all, he's sure to have even more money than ever.
Suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder. Eriol pulled a little further from the man in defense. "Who's there?"
"Nice reflexes," said the man. "But I've stopped killing so you don't have to worry." He gave an assuring smile.
"Who are you?" Eriol sensed his aura and was uncertain. He had an evil aura all right, but somehow he felt that it wouldn't affect him.
"My name is Hao. Could you be Hiiragizawa Eriol?"
Eriol nodded.
"I need your help. And in another way, you'll need mine."
"What do you mean?"
Hao grinned. "I could help you save Daidoji from the world with no privacy. But I'll also need your help from that."
"What makes you so sure I can trust you?"
"I don't. But choices are limited."
Eriol thought for a moment. He didn't want to truly trust a man he had no idea of, but the thought of Tomoyo never having her privacy back was too much. "So what do you have in mind?"
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Kyaa... I know it's short! But the best is yet to come, so please be patient!