Although he was technically unconscious, Aeron's mind continued to drift, lost in the echoes of his past. Memories of countless battles…terrible losses…the burden of countless secrets…and the happy times. The ones of his friends. His Pokemon.

His own little "family".

And above all, one name repeated itself over and over, echoing most loudly in the darkness. Hanna…Hanna…Hanna…

"Oy! Wake up, Aeron!"

Aeron blinked at a harsh light shining in his eyes. He was aware of two suns shining overhead, amongst a layer of clouds.

Two? He wondered. Then he felt a special breeze, one that felt like a breath of power rustling past him, and realized where he was.

"So that's where I am," Aeron commented, turning towards the one who had spoken to him.

Sitting on a stump was a boy in his very-late teens with black hair, but enough of it was tinged gold so that his hair appeared golden on the very edges. He let a lock dangle between his eyes, much like Aeron did, but it was shaped into a lightning bolt-like fashion. He wore green robes, with gold lining on the inside, but they were stylized differently from Aeron's, signified by having long, thinner sleeves and being more form-fitting. To be honest, it looked more like a combination of Ulquiorra Schiffer's standard robe and Ichigo's Bankai robe. Dangling from his hip was a sword identical to Aeron's own. Dark green bracers adorned his arms, patterned with lightning bolt designs.

The figure shifted so that he faced Aeron a little more. "Welcome back to this world, Aeron."

"Rai-oh." Aeron said, smiling warmly. "How have things been in this lonely world?"

"Not too bad. Actually, it's not too lonely here, given that you never go without giving me a sense of purpose." Rai-oh stood up, stretching. His brilliant emerald eyes focused on Aeron. "What troubles you now, my friend?"

Aeron was surprised. "Wouldn't you know? You're always in my head."

Rai-oh smiled wryly. "I cannot do much but go by vague impressions. To see what troubles you is one thing. To understand what you see is another altogether."

Aeron sighed. "Now I understand how people feel when I reason them into a corner," he remarked. Rai-oh laughed, then quieted down and motioned for Aeron to begin.

"Cipher is back, Rai-oh. And they're stronger than ever."

"How so?" Rai-oh asked, cocking his head to the side, an expression of puzzlement on his face.

"They've recruited the Espada to their cause, and I suspect that Aizen himself has risen from that wretched lair he hid himself in. He's at his strongest, not splitting his power to make those lackeys that fought us before. And I can't prove it, but I suspect he has the powers of a Divine on his side."

"Divine that use their powers for evil can mean only one thing, can they?" Rai-oh asked.

"Yes. If one Divine creates too much of a disturbance in a world, then space and time will be damaged."

"And when the reverse world moves to correct it…"

"Then it will correct too much. The dimensionally displaced will return."

"And so, the Forbidden will rise once more, won't they?" Rai-oh asked.

Aeron nodded and looked at the sky. "Ash truly has no idea what world he will be plunged into. When this war begins, and Aizen himself ascends to battle as a Divine,"

"Then all hell will break loose," Rai-oh concluded. Then he took a slightly cheeky look. "Although, that's not all that is on your mind, is it?"

"Huh?" Aeron was rather startled.

"Don't hide it. You're thinking about your love interest, the Bladesinger girl."

Aeron's face turned as red as a tomato. This was a pretty awkward situation. "Um…"

Rai-oh smirked, although it was more friendly than it was smug. "See? You're just smitten with that girl. You didn't even deny your feelings."

Rai-oh clapped Aeron on the shoulder. "There is nothing wrong with your love, Aeron. I have to admit, she is a rather pretty girl. And you ARE very close friends, after all."

"Yeah, but there IS something wrong with another close one." Aeron grinned. "That lazy bum I have for a brother…I really have to do something about him."

Rai-oh raised an eyebrow. "That is true, but remember that he is also a reflection of what you could become if you're not careful. Anyway, are you just trying to change the subject?"

"Yes. Is it working?"

"No."

"Aw." Aeron's face fell. "Why do you like placing me in awkward situations?"

"Because you're very entertaining when you are in an awkward situation," Rai-oh said with a smug smirk.

"My Zanpaku-to is sadistic," said Aeron. "Help me, please."

Rai-oh lifted a finger, and a lightning bolt arced out of it.

"WHOA!" Aeron yelped, barely dodging it.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" he yelled at his Zanpakuto, who was laughing.

"You're very entertaining when you're stressed out, too," Rai-oh informed him.

Aeron collapsed. "Of all people I could've ended up with for my existence, I have to get one that likes to torture me. I'm gonna die..."

"Just completing the 'sadistic' image," said Rai-oh.

"Why, Rai-oh? Why?"

"Okay, I get bored here, so I have to find a way to have fun in SOME way, right? Although," he conceded, looking at the sky and stroking his imaginary beard thoughtfully, "I might be able to do it in a way less...torturous to you, I admit."

"Why couldn't this guy settle for a game of soccer?" groaned Aeron. "He's as bad as my brother's Pikachu." He immediately got a lightning bolt for his troubles.

"I object to that statement!" Rai-oh protested. "I am NOTHING like that little yellow rodent!"

"Really? Your similarity is rather "shocking" to me," Aeron said, looking at him from the ground.

"Ha-ha, hilarious," Rai-oh said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Did you make that up yourself?"

"Yeah, I did. Aren't I a comedian?"

He had to jump away from a storm of lightning bolts that Rai-oh fired at him in annoyance.

"Why do you always resort to violence, man?" Aeron asked.

"Because you deserve it."

His response was a right uppercut to the chin, charged with electricity and aided by wind. "OW!"

"WHY DID YOU GO TO VIOLENCE, THEN?" Rai-oh yelled, pretty pissed off now.

"Because you deserve it."

Rai-oh opened his mouth to respond, then realized that he had no comeback. "Now I know what you feel when I place you in a no-response situation."

"I know. Isn't it great?"

Aeron was forced to dodge a flurry of ice shuriken.

"Okay," Rai-oh said, sitting down. "I've had enough of that."

"Good," Aeron muttered. He laid down, and asked, "Why am I here right now, Rai-oh?"

Rai-oh shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine."

"Then, if you don't mind, I'm going to sleep for a while, okay?" Aeron asked.

"Go right ahead. You're supposed to be asleep, anyway. I am going to ponder things for awhile."

"Right..." Aeron muttered, allowing himself to fall asleep.

Time: Many trillions of years ago

Place: Somewhere in the fringe of what is known today as the Petalburg woods

"What is your name?"

An very pretty girl with red-orange hair was talking to a young boy with jet-black hair. She had crystal-blue eyes, and wore a flowered blue dress. He (the boy, I mean) wore green robes with golden lining. Oddly, he had a daito at his hip, sheathed in a brilliant emerald scabbard.

The boy opened one eye to look at her, and then closed it again. He was seated so that he leaned against a tree in a relaxed position. "Why do you need to know?"

"Come on, you saved my life yesterday, and I don't even know your name. I can't thank you properly if I don't know it." The girl was seated upright, braiding blades of grass into something the boy couldn't see.

The boy sighed and shifted a little. After a few moments of silence, he opened his eyes and, not looking at her, said, "I don't have one."

The girl stopped what she was doing and looked up in surprise. "Of course you do! Everyone has a name!"

"Then what's yours?" the boy asked, directing his gaze at her. The girl shivered a little; something about those brilliant emerald eyes was rather unnerving when they were looking directly in hers.

"Why should I tell you that?" the girl asked, putting aside the work made of grass so that she could talk without distraction.

"Well, seeing that I can't tell you my name, I'm going to have to mandatorily go by "the wierd boy in green" when in third person, or something like that. Since you don't seem like you're going to stop trying to find me after today, it would be nice to know your name so that I don't have to refer to you as "you" in second person all the time, and the "pretty girl in blue" in third person."

The girl blushed slightly from his description of her. Did he really mean that? she wondered, giving a thought to why he would bring it up that way. Then she shrugged it off; it was a nice compliment. "Very well. If you must know, I am Hanna Bladesinger."

Back in the Present:

Aeron blinked at the sun. Wow, how long have I been out? he wondered.

He sat up, and saw that they were in a different place of the woods. Hmm. They must have dragged me here, he mused.

His thoughts turned to his dream. Why did I dream about the day I learned who Hanna was? he wondered. I don't just dream what happened in the past for nothing.

Aeron blushed a little at the thought of Hanna. Hanna...

He had to admit. He was totally head over heels about her. He remembered her face, her grace, her laugh, her kindness...

Her death glares...Aeron shivered at that thought. Better stray away from that thought.

Besides all that, he also remembered what a fearsome fighter she could be.

Then again, aren't all Jedi like that?

Aeron stood, shaking off fatigue. It's no good fantasizing about her all the time, he told himself for what seemed like the bazillionth time. She just isn't interested.

Or is she? a voice, his own, asked, teasing him.

Great. I suppose I've really lost it. I'm hearing voices in my head, Aeron thought.

Come on, Aeron, maybe she IS interested. You've never really checked, have you? the voice crooned to him.

Shut up! Aeron thought, really annoyed.

What's the hurt in trying? This love has been a thorn in your side since the first time you laid eyes upon her, so why not try to see if it gets anywhere?

GET LOST! I DON'T NEED THIS KIND OF CRAP FROM ANY VOICE IN MY HEAD, LEAST OF ALL MY OWN! Aeron thought at the voice.

I'll concede for now, but you know I'm right, the voice said, and left.

Aeron sighed and rubbed his temples. Geez. I guess a lot of people love to bug me, even my own head, he thought to himself.

WARNING: (Axel Nightblazer infiltrating Aeron Solo's story) Turn back NOW or you'll...uh...become a very sad person.

(Aeron Solo, Author): Dude, stick to writing in your own stories.

(Axel Nightblazer, author): Taking into consideration my profile, you're quite a hypocrit.

He turned around and saw the others playing some kind of board game.

"Hey guys, what game are you playing?" Aeron asked, walking over.

"A game," Annabelle replied, making her move.

"Yeah, I know, but which...?" Wait. Aeron suddenly paused to consider what had been said, because for some reason it rang a bell.

Game, game, game, the game, The Game...AW CRAP!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Aeron screamed, clutching his head in the classic horror pose. Everyone within about fifteen (thousand) miles froze and looked in that direction.

Actually, this escaped through some random time-space portal and got transported to a long time ago in a galaxy far, far, away...

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

In Cloud City, Bespin, Luke Skywalker and Darth Tater-er, Vader- were having their lightsaber duel when this happened.

Both paused. "Did you hear something?" Luke asked.

"...I am not sure. It seems like somebody is screaming. Why, I have no idea."

They both stood around in awkward silence for a few moments. Then, "Let us continue with your defeat," Vader said.

"It's you who's going to fall today!" Luke shouted, and they began fighting fiercely. Again.

The others paused and looked at Aeron in shock.

"Aeron? What's wrong?" Anabel asked.

"I LOST THE GAME!" Aeron sobbed.

All four of them froze in horror, realizing what he just said.

"No!" Anabel shouted, slamming her fist on the ground in frustration. "I haven't lost in five years!"

"Forget that!" yelled Ashura. "I haven't lost in five million years!"

Aeron suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Annabelle smiling at him.

"Oh, Annabelle, wait...it's not like I meant-"

KA-RACKKKKKK!

It's a one-hit KO!

Aeron slumped to the ground, having been knocked out by the super-slap.

Annabelle slumped against a tree. "I can't believe that Eddie forced us to play that stupid game that he invented."

"Well, he did have a talent for making the rest of us become infuriated," Ashura noted.

"On a side note, how did you two find out about the game?" Annabelle asked.

"Aeron got me to play it. I have regretted it ever since," Anabel said.

"Anabel got me to play it. And I really wish that I didn't find out," Ash said.

Ashura sighed. "Well, given how loud Aeron is, I suppose we won't be the only ones to Lose."

Boy, were they right.

A Long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

Luke had just had his hand cut off by Vader, and was being held at saber-point.

"Obi-wan never told you what happened to your father," Vader noted.

"He told me enough!" Luke replied, climbing onto the piece of machinery that hung over a wide-open space.

"He told me YOU killed him!"

"No, Luke. I am your father."

Luke stared at him in shock. "No, no, that's impossible!"

"Look in your heart, and you'll know it is true," Vader said.

Luke stared. "This is really strange..." he commented.

Vader considered. "Yes, I suppose it is," he agreed. "Now..."

"I LOST THE GAME!"

Both froze when they heard this statement. They knew exactly what it meant.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" they both screamed.

After a bit...

"Join me, Luke, and we can rule the galaxy, and bring justice to the one who made us Lose!" Vader said, now pretty pissed off.

Luke, however, had fainted from the shock and fell into the gap.

Vader stared down into the abyss. "Well, I suppose I will have to bring justice to that one myself," he mused, deactivating his lightsaber and walking away.

Back with our heroes...

Ashura sighed. "Well, I suppose we'll have to stay here, since he's out again."

"You're right. And thanks to you, we'll be able to eliminate Aeron Solo!" they heard.

"What? Who's there?" Ashura asked, spinning around.

"Us. Espada no. 9, Aaronierro Arruruerie, and our contingent of Cipher Peons," a masked man with a wierd coat said.

"And me, Espada no. 6! Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez!" a light-blue haired man with a mask remnant on the left side of his mouth, with teeth shouted. He had an open jacket, and a hollow-hole in his abdomen.

"And me as well, Espada no. 5! Nnoitra Jiruga!" shouted a man with black hair. He had a spoon-like hood, and an eye-patch.

Ashura looked around. "Great. Surrounded," he muttered.

Ash and Anabel brought out their Pokeballs, readying their pokemon for battle.

Annabelle drew her sword. "Protect Aeron," she told the others. "He is at his most vulnerable when unconscious. And his Hierro won't protect him for too long against Espada."

A rainstorm whipped up, and dark clouds moved across the sky, blocking the sun.

"Now that that's taken care of," Aaroierro said, throwing off his mask to reveal a handsome face and black hair, and drew his sword, "I'll be able to fight you with all I've got!"

As more and more foes poured into the area, Ashura and the others braced themselves for the battle about to break out.

Aeron Solo: I'm sorry to all who suffered because of this chapter, but I just had to insert The Game. I play The Game, you see, so I thought I would insert it to make the characters bring hillarity, and suffering, to the story. As you noticed, Aeron is much more complicated than I originally let on. I will touch on more about Hanna and Aeron's other friends later.

Till then,

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