This is another story brought to you by Greyy and Silverdrake. This is an insane combination we thought of when we watch an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. This was the episode were everyone turned in to his or her costume. We thought would it be interesting if their had been an Anime Con at the same time. So this came into being.

It was another day at the Hell mouth and Aaron, visiting from college, and Chealsey, who was a junior at Sunny Dale High, were walking down the business district of Sunny Dale. Halloween was fast approaching but the duo weren't worried about that. They were more worried about the Anime Convention that was going to be held in town on All Hallows Eve.

"Hay Chealsey, so where are we going to get our costumes?" Aaron asked the girl as they walked.

"I've heard of this place that's selling costumes at a good price and I though that we might go and check it out." She said in her most sugar coated way.

Aaron rolled his eyes and laughs at the classic antic of his friend. "Let's check it out."

"YAH!" Chealsey shouted as she raced off in the direction of the shop.

"HEY! STOP! WAIT!" He runs after her.

[Meanwhile at the shop]

"Willow I love this! I'm so glad that I got it. Angle's going to love this!" said the blond Slayer.

"Yah, I know Buffy." Replied her red haired witch friend.

As the blond turned around there was a resounding crash.

"Ow! That hurt!" yelled a dark haired girl.

"Are you all right?" Willow asked.

The dark haired girl looked a little dazed as if she had run head long in to a stone wall.

"Yah, are you all right?" Buffy asked looking down at the girl who had run into her.

"I think I'll be ok, did you get the number of the truck I ran into?" she said not expecting to see it was a blond cheerleader type that was the 'truck'.

Aaron arrived to see his friend on ground. He was out of breath when he spoke, "Are…you (GASP) …ok?"

"I think so." The girl replied from the ground as she rubbed her head.

"Sorry about running into you but we got to go," said Willow.

"No I ran into you…Oh My God your Buffy Summers I'm sooooo sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going!" she rambled as she realized just who she had run into. She had heard story about her anger.

Buffy rolled her eyes, uses to this from the lower classmen, "Its ok. Just be more careful, ok?"

"Yes ma'am!"

Aaron looked at his friend, "Buffy who?"

"Later Aaron." His friend said as the two other girls walked away.

[Inside the store]

Aaron eyed the selection and to his surprise he found something that he need for his costume.

"Hey, check this out," as he waves Chealsey over. "It's a robe that looks like one that was used in the Star Wars movies!"

"Cool, are there any other?" asked the bubbly girl.

"One, but its black, not Jedi tan."

"Yah, but Shadow isn't a Jedi, she's a vampire Baadu and she can wear ether."

"We're going to need light sabers too."

"Oh there they are. Over here Aaron! Come on there over here!" Aaron looks around expecting her to be near by, but realizing that she was on the other side of the store he did a double take as if thinking to himself *How did she do that? * Because she had been right next to him a minute ago.

"Are you coming or not?" she calls in an impatient tone of voice.

Aaron gets over there as fast as he can. He looks at what she is getting so exited about.

"Look! This is what you have always told me you wanted as a light saber and right next to it is what I always wanted, a dark purple light saber!"

Aaron took the light saber in his hand. It had a detachable plexi-glass green blade. "This looks like something that they used on the Star Wars set! They even have the belts!"

"Are you glad that I said we should come here?"

"But this stuff is going to cost a fortune!"

"Actually, we're having a special right now on all of our costumes," Commented the storeowner coming up behind the duo.

"Are you mad!" Aaron yelled, till he thought for a moment and got a mental light bulb. "That's actually a great idea how much is everything?"

Chealsey looked at her friend and had to think about his sudden turn of moods. That was till she looked over at the kid's section and saw two racks that were labeled Ewok, they were three fourth sold out.

Aaron looked around the kid's area as well and saw several kids trying on costumes ranging from Power Rangers, to Spiderman costumes, to hobbits, and ewoks. One of the ewoks runs by yelling "Yub-yub!"

"That is so cute!" Yelled the teen girl.

"Come on we have to get going," Aaron said heading for the cashier, "We only have two days to get ready so we'd better get our costumes finalized ASAP."

[Two days later]

"Aaron come on!" Chealsey yelled running up to the fancy hotel where the Con would be held. This was the prestigious Sunny Dale Claimant.

Aaron turned to Chealsey and said, "I had my prom here, ya know."

"They'll have mine here, too."

The two walked together in their fantasy attire, the two had decided to go to the Anime Con dressed as their two Star Wars characters. Chealsey was dressed as her character, Shadow. Shadow was a vampire baadu that had once been an agent of the dark side, but had been turned to a new path by one of Yoda's relatives. She, by her nature, could never be a light sider but the shadows of neutrality worked for her. She was about 25,000 years old, could shape-shift, and walk in the light of the sun. Her body showed some of her age by giving her wicked claw-like fingernails that could rend a man to pieces. Her eyes were like a cat's, in that they reflected light for her to see in the darkest night. Her long black hair was pulled back into a tight French braid that reached her mid-back. This contrasted sharply with her pale skin that made her look like a fragile china doll, which couldn't be farther from the truth. The simple outfit that she wore broke that illusion and would have looked right at home on any Sith Lord. Her black combat boot looked very nice with the outfit and the steel toes made it look more threatening.

Aaron was decked out in a simple monk like Jedi robe that sits over a black shirt, combat pants, and ebony black combat boots. The light saber hung limply at his side in its belt holster. On the opposite hip, was a Nubian communicator and a Star Trek tricorder. Chealsey had gotten after him about the conflict that he presented by carrying something from Star Trek on a Star Wars costume, but Aaron dismissed her observation by telling her that he has tricorders in his Star Wars universe. He was dressed as a Jedi from his Gundam Wing Star Wars crossover, Aaron Starlighter, basically he was Aaron's alter ego. A character that is aware that he is in a story, and openly comments on it to the reader. In a laminated sheet Aaron had a picture of Starlighter's mobile suit, the Tallgeese N-1, the Nubian fighter from Episode One crossed with the Tallgeese.

Aaron looks at 'Shadow' "Do you have enough makeup on?" he said in jest.

His friend merle glared at him and bared her fangs, which she had also gotten from the shop "If you can see a tan, no." Chealsey had covered nearly all of her exposed skin so that no one could see her real skin tone, which was not nearly as white as her character's.

All around them chaos abounded. All manner of costumes could be found and seen as they preceded to the registry desk.

"One Jedi and a Baadu, please," requested Aaron.

After they registered they walked around a bit and perused the dealer's room. They saw at least three Vash the Stampedes, a few copies of the G boys, an entire cast of Fruits Baskets, some people from Inu-Yasha, and some that even Chealsey could not figure out. There seemed to be quite an array of cos-players that were not from Anime. There was an entire family of Star Wars Skywalkers, and that even included Han.

[Meanwhile in an undisclosed location]

Around a cauldron of boiling green slime and muck, the deep voice of a man could be heard chanting in some tongue that had not been spoken for many a generation. Cloaked in a black robe he gestured with his hands above the rancid concoction. Moving his arms in circles, his chanting crecendoing and increasing in speed. When his voice could go no louder he thrust a handful of some unknown powder onto the vile mix.

The darkness that he working in that was punctuated only by the soft yellowish-orange fire light was filled by a soft glow that originate from the black pot.

From a statue that appeared to be a face of the theatre. One side happy and the other sad. Its eyes are illuminated with the same green that came from the liquid.

"It is done." The robed figure speaks out loud to him-self. A white glean of teeth can be seen as he makes a most sinister smile of triumph.

[Back at the anime-con]

Chealsey was starting to look a bit green around the gills. Aaron looked at her with concern. She was acting as if she were coming down with a some sort of fast acting flu.

"Are you all right Chica?" He puts his hand on her shoulder as she sits on a leather-covered seat and holds her stomach looking at the ground.

She looks up at him. "Actually I am not feeling that good."

"Mmm, I am going to look for the med-staff maybe I can get you some thing for your stomach. Some Tylenol would be helpful." With that he heads off.

"Ok." She adds quite weakly.

Heading off Aaron begins to notice other oddities in the convention halls. Several of the costumed characters seemed to be a little to in character. There was an elf from lord of the rings trying to take the ankles out from underneath a black skinned and ridge faced klingon with a Bat'let. The meter long blade that the tall man held came done on the little dwarf costumed man's axe with a clang of steal. Aaron stood surprised. The blades were real. If they were normal fake blades they would not stand up to use in combat.

'One of the staff should stop the duel any time now' Aaron thinks to himself

Out of now where a blade stops the Klingon Short of a killing blow that would have cleaved the dwarf's arm off. A blade was now poised between the combatants. The owner spoke.

"I can not allow you to kill each other now. No, that I can't." The man stepping between them was dressed like a samurai, with a purple/pink top, his hair was long and red, and the most telling feature on his body was a X like scar on his face.

The Klingon speaks. "Out of my way you unwashed Targ."

The seven-foot alien said to the seemingly diminutive human.

"I am sorry but I cannot allow you to take this persons life." The scared man walked back slowly putting some distance between him and the warrior alien.

The dwarf cut in. "Out of my way Human! No dwarf lets a human fight his battles for him!" He moved to push the slightly taller human aside but suddenly went limp.

From behind him. "Kenshin you should really choose the people that you help more carefully."

The man that spoke was as tall as the Klingon. He had dark hair and wore a red headband. His mid-section was taped in bandages and he was clad in white clothing.

The red haired manned looked at the other human and made a kind hearted smile. "I can handle myself thank you Sano."

"GRRRR!!!" The klingon growled, "Do not look away from me HUMAN!"

The bat'let swung over his head and was held like a sword as he brought the meter long blade on a collision course with Kenshin's head. With blinding speed the human moved to the side and was behind the klingon. The blunted blade hit him in the back of the head making him stagger and fall forward very ungracefully.

Aaron is looking too and from the combatants. His jaw was dropped in disbelief. These people were acting just like the real characters. He looks around for the staff to break this up.

The Klingon is clutching the back of his head and getting back to his feet.

Kenshin takes a defensive sword stance. Sano does like wise swinging his head over to the scarred faced Kenshin. "That should have put him out for hour's!? Careful Kenshin there is more to this guy then we can see on the surface!"

His only answer is a small nod.

"INSOLENT HUMAN PA'TOK!" He screams as he rises to one knee. From his hip he draws some kind of gun.

"WATCH IT KENSHIN!" Sano runs in and starts using all of his strength to wrestle the weapon aside it discharges once with a whine. A bolt of energy fires through the air towards the bar. Forcing all of it's occupants to scatter. A blond man with yellow glasses and a red coat jumps behind the bar screaming like a woman. Three old men sit at the bar drinking like nothing is happening. A hobbit with large almost Sasquatch like feet jump aside and Yelled at the combatants.

"Fight all you want but I beg you! Leave the ale alone!" He was looking at the broken bottles like it was an old friend that had just been killed.

From out of nowhere a beer bottle came flying towards the two combatants the disrupter went off two more times before the bottle hit the Klingon square in the back of the head exactly where Kenshin had hit him beforehand. The tall black being fell to the ground with Sano holding the gun by the barrel.

"Thanks Kenshin," He says to his comrade.

The red haired human shakes his head, "I did not do any thing. I was afraid that I would hit you if I did any thing."

Sano looked at him with surprise, "Then who through the bottle?"

Kenshin looked towards the bar Sano followed his gaze and his eyes fell upon a happy drunk clad in a red coat. He had a goofy smile on his handsome features. Raising a bottle to the two.

"Good job guys!" The blond man yells to the pair.

Sano looked at Kenshin again with disbelief. "HIM!?"

From behind the bar the Hobbit had crawled onto the counter and retrieved the intact bottles of scotch. He was cradling them in his arms. "Your safe now precious juice of the gods!"

Aaron blinks away his disbelief turns on his heel and makes a dash back towards Chealsey.