Disclaimer: I don't own Negima, Eureka Seven, nor do I own Tron or Tron 2.0, Tron Evolution, Tron Legacy, or Disney's the Black Hole. Negima is the sole property of Ken Akamastu, Eureka Seven is property of Pioneer Animation, and both Tron and the Black Hole is the sole property of Walt Disney Studios. Original characters are of my own designs.

Tron Reformation

Once in a great while, mankind unlocks a discovery so profound, our future is altered forever.

Fire…

Electricity…

Splitting the atom…

At the brink of the advancement in technology in the twentieth century, we discovered another.

It had the potential to change our role in the universe.

The Computer: it was a testament to the limitless potential and power of the human imagination.

Perhaps testament was too big a word… for with every discovery… there are also risks found to it.

The Grid

A digital frontier

I tried to picture clusters of information as they transferred and moved around in the computer.

What did they look like?

Ships?

Motorcycles?

Were the circuits like freeways?

And if there were, what would the programs be like?

People?

Animals?

Or something else in between the two?

I kept dreaming of a world I thought I would never see.

And then… one day…

… I got in.

Chapter 1: Bedtime Stories; Unexpected Disappearances

The world was unknown and alien in its appearance, but seemed vaguely familiar to those who would see it. The sky was continuously darkened with night, and halfway covered in dark clouds continuously firing off lightning that danced along the skies occasionally. The landscape looked to be like the Arizona desert track for a dirt bike derby, only it wasn't anything like Arizona. The land, the rocks, and anything that resembled at all like the normal desert land that most would be used to, was in fact as dark as the skies itself. But it was made out of a combination of what appeared to be metal and glass. There were even sections that were lined like a computer chip pattern designs. Truly, this place was beyond any sense of the word 'normal', as it was far from being a normal place on Earth.

But… it was not without any life at all.

Then suddenly, two motorcycles shot out of the edges of the ground, racing on the desert grounds. Although these bikes were a bit too futuristic to be even manufactured by America, let alone Japan. The design was much like a combination between the Bat Pod from the Dark Knight, and a racing motorcycle. The two wheels nearly merged with the black and smooth superstructure that was the bike. On it were neon light designs on the sides, two vertical lines in front for the headlights, and one vertical pattern outlining a port of some unknown purpose. The front handles were located at the front wheel, while the foot pedals were on the rear wheel. And in the under center of the bike, the engine showed, revealing it to be a centrifuge type of sorts; similar designs to that of a jet engine. The rider was linked into the bike via a hood roof that went up to the back of their neck, and on top of it, a neon light circle was present there. The riders were each dressed in black tight outfits, with some parts were armored pieces. And each of the riders had computer chip patterns on their black suits and sections of their armor. Right now, the rider on the left had blue designs, while the other had red designs.

The two bikes raced across the desert derby landscape, each gaining speed. Although the Blue One tried to outrun the Red One, his opponent was doing its best to run the Blue One off the road. The Red smacked into the Blue's side, slightly causing it to topple in balance. The Red continued to do so, until the Blue spotted a crack in the road, big enough to jump into. The Blue bike disappeared into the cracks, unable to be seen at all.

The Red rider sped forward, ignoring the fact that its opponent had disappeared below. The Rider rode forward, making fast haste towards a smooth and metallic bridge. A bridge that appeared to have been made of the same metal and glass material as the wilderness landscape. And forward to it, far away for miles, was a city lit up with neon lights.

Though the red one didn't get far, as a roar was heard from when it approached the bridge's nose. The Blue rider shot out from the cliff side, and crossed its front, going from port to starboard of the Red. But following it, was a blue wall of unknown energy that followed the blue bike wherever it hit.

The Red Rider shouted out in fear, just as the bike struck the Light Wall, and his bike shattered into pieces.

Los Angeles, California

1993

Hasegawa American Residence

The scene had been showing on a TV screen, with a Playstation on it, with white letters flashing, YOU'RE A WINNER! The whole thing had been a videogame, played in what appeared to be a suburban home, located in Los Angeles, California. And the occupants were now sitting on the couch in a living room.

"Yes!" a young girl shouted, "I win!"

"Aw, no fair, Chis," a young teenage boy groaned as his shoulders slouched in defeat, "You're better at this game than I am."

"That's cause your dad gave me this game for my fourth birthday, Sam," the girl grinned with a wink and a V sign. "I've become a real expert on Space Paranoids since then."

The little girl was Caucasian, but with an Asian origin to herself. She had clear, clean skin and had long brownish red hair and brown eyes. She had a slim figure, but still undeveloped, seeing as how she was only five years old. She wore a white hoodie t-shirt with a red skirt and had on white socks. This little girl was names Chisame Hasegawa.

The young boy was Caucasian, but of American origin. He had tanned skin, short tussled brown hair with blue eyes. He wore a black and blue shirt with blue jeans on. He had a slim figure, but still undeveloped as he was only seventeen years old. He was known as Samuel Flynn.

"Yeah, but you stink at Disc Wars," Sam teased his cousin.

Chisame pouted as she huffed, turning away and stated, "It's not my fault that I don't know how to throw a Frisbee."

Sam just shrugged, "Maybe if you got out more instead of hiding behind a computer all day long…"

"I happen to like computers a lot more than going outside," Chisame refuted.

"Come on, you two," a new voice spoke out from behind, "You two get along great. I don't want you guys feuding just yet."

The two looked behind them, and saw someone had entered the room and just smirk at them both. He was American Caucasian, probably in his thirties or forties, brown hair combed back with a flip down his neck. He had a kind smile on his face, and warmness in his blue eyes. He was dressed in a black T-shirt with blue jeans, and brown shoes, with a watch on his left wrist. This was Kevin Flynn, CEO of ENCOM, the biggest computer company that rivaled that of Microsoft and Macintosh.

"Uncle Kevin/Dad!" both kids shouted as they got up from the game, entitled Light Cycle Run. They raced to him and each gave him a warm hug. Well, Chisame raced up to him and she jumped at him for a hug, in which he had caught her and now held her in his arms. Sam just stood back and smiled warmly at his dad, who did the same to his son.

He returned them both a group hug, as he chuckled, "Hey, little bytes, how's it hangin'? Sorry I was taking so long outside. Your Uncle Alan's been really doing his best to make sure I'm caught up with my work."

"You never tell us what it is at ENCOM that you do, Uncle Kevin," Chisame pondered aloud.

Flynn thought about how he should say it, and shrugged, "Well… what I'm doing will one day change the world."

Sam shook his head as he sighed, "That's what you always tell either me or her, Dad."

"Sam's right, Uncle Kevin," Chisame pouted, "Couldn't you tell us what it is?"

Kevin smiled at the two as he shrugged, "I'll tell you guys one day. I promise." He hten looked at the clock, and out the window of his sister's home place, seeing it was already close to dusk. "Op. looks like it's already nighttime," and looked to Chisame, "And isn't it time for you to get some shuteye?"

"I guess," she sighed in disappointment, but lit up as she asked, "Could you tell me that story, Uncle Kevin? The one about the hero, Tron?"

Her uncle thought about it, well actually play thinking on it, until he smirked, "What the hey. couldn't do any harm for ya, kiddo."

Chisame's Room

After dinner an hour ago, Flynn had taken his son to the guest room where he was sleeping at the moment. Chisame had changed into her big T-shirt jammies and was halfway tucked into her bed. Flynn was sitting at the edge of her bed, telling her daughter the most unbelievable story no one had ever heard of. Little did any one know, what Flynn told his young niece… it was more reality than anyone dared think of.

"And I kept dreaming…" Flynn told his young five year old niece in her room, tucked in bed, "… of a world that I thought I would never see."

Flynn is sitting next to his little niece, while she was tucked in bed, and in her apartment room.

"And then one day… something happened, something deeply amazing," Flynn explained, with his niece gaining much enthusiasm, as her knees were curled up to her chin, and a bright smile on her face, as Flynn finished. "I got in."

Her room was covered in anime and cosplay posters, along with magical girls and such. There were even two posters entitled Space Paranoids, and the Black Hole. But on her shelves, she had some computer games, and action figures and statues of both anime, and of the videogame called… Tron. In fact, the little girl was holding a plush toy of the same character, as her uncle went on.

She smiled as she asked, "And that's where you met the warrior, Tron?"

"Sure did," Kevin replied, "He showed me things that would turn this world upside down. We had a lot of battles, victories and losses, namely we lost a good friend named Ram. But we defeated the MCP, the Master Control Program that nearly took over both the Grid and our world, and his evil henchman, Sark. Bringing peace and freedom to all those who lived in the Grid and freed our world from the greed of Ed Dillinger." that earned a playful raspberry from Chisame, making Flynn chuckle as he continued, "And we strived to try and make the world we were in much greater than before." He then sighed deeply as he seemed excited in his eyes, "And then one day… we discovered something earth-shattering. Something completely unheard of."

She squeezed the toy tightly as she asked, "What happened next, Uncle Kevin? What did you and Tron discover?"

Flynn just smiled as he leaned close to her, until their foreheads touched, "Well, that's gonna have to wait until next time."

Chisame huffed at the whole 'to be continued' idea, but sighed in defeat. Flynn was almost about to get up, but she stopped him for only a moment, and only a moment was all it took. "Can you sing me that song, Uncle Kevin?" Chisame pleaded, squeezing her Tron plush, "Y'know, just for tonight? Mommy says it's the one that Sam's mom used to sing to him."

Flynn smiled knowing full well what song she wanted as he nodded, "Sure thing, Kiddo." But before he did, he whispered, "And remember it well, Little Byte Girl. It's a song that'll heal better than any medicine in the Grid. It'll come and handy some day when you come with me."

"In to the Grid?" Chisame asked, believing every word.

"One day when you're ready," he answered with a smile on his face, and then whispered gently as he sang to her a lullaby,

Flower, gleam and glow.

Let your power shine, make the clock reverse,

bring back what once was mine.

Heal what has been hurt… change the Fate's design,

save what has been lost… bring back what once was mine…

what once was mine…

He then saw that Chisame was starting to nod off to sleep, as he smiled at her. He then kissed her on the cheek, and tucked her in, as he walked towards the door, turned off the lights, and said to his niece as she snuggled in bed with her Tron plush.

"Goodnight, Chisame."

And with that, the door closed, allowing the little girl to sleep dreams of the world that her uncle had told her of so often.

The Next Day

The day did not look as cheerful and sunny as one hoped it to be. The rain clouds blackened the skies, letting only out grayness around the world. The rain didn't do much help to wash away the sadness that was for the family now worried over a missing member. Chisame looked out the window, sitting on a cushioned footstool as she watched the rain outside, with deep sadness in her young eyes, as the TV and radio each said the same thing.

"ENCOM CEO Kevin Flynn was reported missing today. He was last seen at his sister's home, with his sister and her young daughter, Flynn's niece, Chisame Hasegawa."

She then clutched the Tron plush in her arms, embracing it in a lonely way, and buried her cheek in it, hiding the tear that threatened to go down, as she silently wept for her beloved uncle.

Yesterday

Unknown Location

It had taken right after the Red Rider shouted out in fear, just as the bike struck the Light Wall, and his bike shattered into pieces. The rider was thrown off the bike, skidding across the glass bridge, until he reached the edge of it, and nearly fell off of it. Luckily at the last second possible, he grabbed the edge of the bridge, and saved himself from falling off what appeared to be the dark abyss of a canyon. He pulled himself up as his visor flickered on for a moment, revealing himself to be a Caucasian with a trimmed mustache. He pulled himself back up, only to plop himself on his butt, panting from what appeared to be the chase of his lifetime.

The Blue Rider slowed himself down until his bike came to a stop. The rider got off his bike and suddenly, the futuristic bike broke down from its solid form, to yellow schematics, and finally just into a black and yellow striped baton small enough to be the size of a small canteen. Then the rider's uniform transformed into a suit like designed armor, but instead of blue circuitry, it became yellow circuitry, with what appeared to be a chakram on his upper back, with the outline glowing yellow. But the helmet remained, only it had a yellow circuit square on top.

The now Yellow Rider slowly walked towards the Red Rider, backing away on his butt. The Yellow Rider reached for his chakram, and pulled it off, holding it in his right hand. The outside of the blade glowed bright yellow, and off of it was a little steam, showing that it was radiating heat.

The Red Rider saw it as he gulped, begging and pleading for his life, "Okay. You win, alright? The game's over." the yellow rider still advanced towards the red rider, until the Red Rider shouted, "IT'S JUST A GAME!"

The Yellow Rider stopped almost a foot away from him, almost as if his pleas were heard. Then, his black visor flickered on… revealing the Rider to be none other than Kevin Flynn.

He looked away for a moment, with a somewhat scary smile on his face. He then turned his eyes to the terrified Red Rider, and answered, "Not anymore."

His visor then went dark again, as he pulled back his arm holding the chakram. The Red Rider looked terrified at this action, knowing full well what was going to happen now. And then…

SCHNIK!

Next Chapter: E-Girl Chisame Hasegawa; Net Idol, Chiu-Chiu!