This story is told by my character, Aren. It involves anything and everything Hueco Muendo. I really wasn't happy with the way the war ended. So my character is going in to make everything turn out ok. Basically, my solution to everything:) This story takes place BEFORE THE WAR. And continues through it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. If I did... Aizen wouldn't be sealed, Gin wouldn't be dead, Szayel would have designed something to ensure all the Espada come back alive, and Ichigo WOULD NEVER LOOSE HIS POWERS. I mean really, you can't just let the main character loose his powers that the show is centered around and expect everyone to be ok about it. I MEAN REALLY!

And now that I've finished my ramble... without further ado, Mira Cifer presents "Dreamer."

All humans have dreams, good and bad

And we all secretly want them to come true

But what if they did?

What if you were thrown into that universe?

What would you do?
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Chapter 1

I was dreaming. I always was. The best types of dream are when you know your dreaming. You can do whatever you want, and not have to worry about the consequences. Getting hurt, physically or emotionally. Most people dream of different things each night. But not me. At least not anymore. I don't remember when I started to dream of this place. When my normal dreams melded with these. Of this place. Hueco Mundo. A world of hollows. The souls that soul reapers didn't get to in time, before their soul chains were devoured. And the souls that were just evil. They all gathered here in Hueco Mundo. It was like my own little world, that I can escape to whenever I close my eyes.

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Szayel leaned over the small body, his chest tightened in anticipation. They had brought in another human for dissection. The arrancar snatched humans from their world, hoping to learn more about what they used to be. The small girl lay on the steely examination table, her chest softly rising, up and down. Her pin straight chestnut hair was splayed around her face. Szayel licked his lips. They learned more every time they did this, he couldn't wait to see what they'd observe. He nodded and the fraccion backed away to watch their master work. Szayel raised the scalpel high as it glinted in the harsh light. He was deciding if he should make a Y cut or a T cut when the girl stirred. He swore, had they not sedated her heavily enough? He was about to turn around and scream at his incompetent servants when he heard something. He stared at the girl. She lips twitched like she was suppressing a grin.

"Szayel-san..." she murmered.

Szayel's eyes bulged, did she just say his name? No, it could be anyone, he reasoned. Just an odd coincidence. Yet he couldn't bring himself to look away. He shook his head, clearing his mind. He uncertainly raised the blade, not sure how to proceed. He sighed lifting the blade to her throat. The girl's long lashes fluttered in her sleep.

"Aizen-sama," she mumbled.

Szayel's mouth gapped, in the most unflattering fashion. But for once he didn't care about his appearance. It wasn't a coincidence. This girl knew about them. He swallowed nervously. Just how much did this human know? But first...

"Verona, Lumina," he barked, "We're keeping this one."

The fraccion bounced in excitement. "Keeping!" Lumina cried.

"Keeping!" Verona echoed.

Szayel flashed his perfect white teeth. This, he thought, is gonna be good.

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My eyes fluttered open to the familiar surroundings. I sighed contently. I was back. In the place I could only call a haven. The world of my dreams, Hueco Muendo. The cruel the fluorescent lighting bounced off the white walls. I was obviously in one of the underground labs. My arms were cuffed to the wall and I was suspend a few feet off the ground. Instead of my street clothes, I was now dressed in a white hospital gown. I saw a figure rushing around, his pink hair tucked neatly behind his ear. I rolled my eyes. I still refuse to believe that its his natural color. I grinned. "Hey, Szayel. Do you mind letting me down?"

He flinched as he heard my voice. He turned around, eyes wide. The color drained from his face.

"Na-ni?" I giggled. "You look like you saw a ghost!"

He hesitantly took a step towards me, footsteps echoing around the lab. "Who are you?" he asked, baffled.

I groaned. I hate it when this happens. Sometimes, my dreams have little blips, where the character forget ever seeing me. So I have to explain it all to them and then it comes back to them. But I really don't mind, as long as I get to see them again. If I couldn't see them again... I shuddered. I wouldn't want to live like that. Despite them being my imagination, they were my friends, people I could go to when the real world was just to much. I know, I sound like any other teenager out there. But my life is seriously screwed. My dad left us when I was younger, I don't even remember the bastard's face. All I know is that my mother was never the same. She spiraled into depression, not talking, not sleeping. She looked haunted. Then she stopped eating. She's currently in a center for eating disorders. I haven't seen her in months. I shook my head, dispelling the depressing thoughts. If I didn't explain to Szayel, he wouldn't remember me. And then I would have truly lost everything. I took a deep breathe and started to explain. "Its me, Aren. You've forgotten again, haven't you? I loathe it when this happens. I wonder if everyone forgot again or if its just you?"

"Everyone?" he repeated disbelievingly.

"Yes," I stated, " Ya know, Aizen-sama, Gin-san, Tousen-san, the Espada, so on and so forth."

He stalked up to me, grabbing my shirt. "How do you know about us?" He hissed, eyes narrowing.

I sighed. "Baka, you really have forgotten." He looked at me questioningly. I sighed. "Of course I know you. I dream about you every night. That's what this is, a dream."

"A dream?" he asked suspiciously. His golden eyes narrowed behind his white glasses.

"Of course, what else would it be? I've dreamt of you, of Aizen and his betrayal in the Soul Society, and of the other Espada. And although I desperately wish you were all real," I smiled, "you couldn't be."

"Why?" he asked breathlessly, his mind churning for and explanation. "Why couldn't we be real?"

"Because, if you were real, we wouldn't be having this conversation. Your dead and I'm not." I paused, waiting for a reaction. Nothing. My mind whirled. "Right?" I asked, beginning to panic.

Szayel threw his head back in laughter. He wiped a tear from his eyes. "Don't worry, your not dead," he chuckled. His eyes flashed predatorily as if to say, 'not yet.' I gulped. As if I could forget his sadistic personality. Of all the arrancar I've met, Szayel is the weirdest. When I met him for the first time, he didn't offer a greeting or even a death threat (like Grimmjow... ). He looked me over and then asked, "Would you mind coming down to my lab? I'd just love to experiment on you. It'd be worth your while." I shuddered at the memory. He still scares the crap out of me.

"Tell me," he asked jokingly. "What things have you 'dreamt' about?"

I responded seriously, "What would do you want to know?"

He paused for a moment, obviously trying to think of something that no one else would know. His eyes brightened as he came upon the obvious answer. "Tell me something about myself that no one else knows," he responded gleefully.

Egotistical jerk. I closed my eyes for a moment to recall the dream. The words fell from my lips as if I had spoken them a thousand times. "I know about your secret ability. Gabriel. The ability to resurrect yourself from your opponent's body."

He paled.

"And I also know that you kissed Grimmjow at last year's Christmas Party." I joked trying to lighten the mood.

That just made him look even more horrified. Maybe I shouldn't have brought that up...

He grasped my shoulders while he raked his eyes over my body. I'd call him a perv (which he is) but I know that he's just trying to figure out the best way to dissect me. I laughed internally, and then stopped. Because the fact of him attempting to dissect me scares me more than him eating his fraccion...

"Szayel." He continued eyeing me, not hearing a word. "Szayel," I persisted.

"What?" he snapped back, aggravated. He seemed annoyed that his newest research subject was talking.

"You can't experiment on me." I pointed out.

He chuckled. "Why ever not?" he inquired with a false sweetness.

"This is a dream, 'member? You can't cut me. You've tried." I pointed out, wincing at the memory. That was not one of my good days. But on a high note, the scalpel just passed though me like I was a ghost... Szayel grinned, exposing everyone of his molars. I would have backed away if I wasn't chained to the wall. Szayel's hand strayed to the hilt of his sword. He turned and walked towards the examination table. I sighed. He was going to try anyway. I tried to get comfortable. It normally took awhile to get the fact through his thick skull.

I felt a sharp pain slice through my arm. I tensed in shock. My eyes flew open as I stared down at my arm. Blood streamed down my arm, dripping onto the pristine white floor. Szayel's zanpakto was embedded into the wall beside me, buried so deep that only the silver and purple hilt was showing. I let out a shaky breath. It wasn't a deep cut but I was horrified. I couldn't be hurt. Not here. Szayel hit a inky blue button and I was dropped to the floor. I stared at him, eyes wide.

"The look on your face is priceless," He commented, still wearing his piano grin.

"No way," I whispered, gasping in revelation. "I'm really... here."

"No really, Sherlock."

I slowly massaged my temples. "It's ... all... real."

"That's what I said," he sarcastically replied, flipping his bubble gum pink hair. "Welcome to Hueco Muendo."

"Oh my god," My mind spun. "Why am I here?" I asked, feeling incredibly blonde.

"Well... " Szayel started, looking incredibly guilty.

My eyes hardened. "Spit it out," I insisted.

He took a deep breathe. "We just got a shipment of humans to experiment on..."

"You were going to EXPERIMENT on me?" I shrieked.

He grinned. "Dissect, actually. But just as I was about to make the first cut, you mumbled my name. At first I thought it was a coincidence, Szayel is a wildly popular name, but then you muttered "Aizen-sama." So of course my curiosity got the best of me and here you are!" He explained happily.

"Bastard" I muttered. My mind was whirling. I. was. in. Hueco. Muendo. And I wasn't dead. All those people, real. Everything that had happened...

I flew forward, grabbing Szayel's snow white uniform. I slammed him into the opposite wall, hands shaking. "Does that mean... Aizen..."

"Yes?" he asked eagerly.

I quivered. "Aizen really did it... he got the Hogyoku.." I trailed off into though. Images of him tearing into Rukia, slashing at Ichigo, the dead Central 46...

"Wait! You know what happened?" Szayel asked in shock. "The entire story?"

"Of course," I said softly, still far away in my mind, watching the scenes unfold.

I was flipped around and slammed into the wall. I gasped, confronted with Szayel's eyes, burning for knowledge. "Tell me," he growled.

I gazed in incredulity. "You don't... know?" I asked, not wanting to piss him off.

He sighed, not wanting to show his ignorance. "No one really knows anything about Aizen or how he got here. All we know is that he's powerful enough to force every hollow to work together. Living in the castle, it's not natural. Like we had a choice. Just being in his presence..."

"... Makes you want to submit," I finished. "He even 'convinced' the King of Hueco Muendo."

"Yes," he answered in amazement. He released me, backing away. My knees gave away and I fell onto the ceramic tiles. The cold seeped through the my hospital gown. Szayel sat a tall lab stool, narrowing his eyes. "How did you know...?"

"I've seen it all," I interjected. "In my dreams, remember? That's how I know you. I see it all play out. I can talk to people, explore on my own, learn everyone's dirty secrets," I grinned knowingly. "But I can't influence anything. If I try, my body just passes through it, as if I was a hologram. I suppose its sort of like seeing the future, only until now, I didn't know it was real," I finished.

For a moment, Szayel was silent, absorbing everything I had revealed. Then his eyes lit up, I could almost see the lightbulb above his head. "You're going to show me," he declared, annunciating each syllable. He shivered in excitement. "I wasn't sure about you at first. In fact, I still wanna slice you open..." He trailed off dreamily. "But now... it seems you'll be sticking around for a while. Welcome to Las Noches."

So what did you think? I promise most things will make sense after the next chapter. Just bear with me! Reviews pretty please?