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Somewhere outside, the lone call of a Starly rang through the clear, golden morning.  It was still early, far too early for someone who'd hardly slept the night before to be awake, but Aaron of the Sinnoh Elite Four found himself doing just that. The green haired young man blinked sleep-clouded eyes and yawned, pushing himself up onto his elbows, expecting to see the muted forest tones of his own room.  Instead, his surrounding were shades of plum and wine.  Still, it wasn't until he buried his nose in the satin sheets and took in the smell of tea, paper and some refined but masculine aftershave that he remembered where he was. Aaron took i