Stale bread sits on a rich redwood table, slowly wasting away; a slightly tanned hand is splayed beside it. Twitching every now and then as a sign of life. A sudden snore fills the silent room, rebounding off of the slate gray walls. The disruptive sound emanating from a blond man - whom is haphazardly laying on the table with the stale bread asleep-wearing a disheveled white dress shirt, ruffled black slacks, and formal dress shoes worn away due to the years of constant usage. His face is not one of serenity. It is morphed into an expression conveying pain, sadness, fear, and worry. Constant mumblings of "no"s and "move!"s escaping his chapped pale pink lips every so often.

Another blond enters the room appearing to be around the age of 11 or 12 due to his small stature, wearing a light blue dress shirt untucked from his black cargo pants which have several pockets lining the sides, the ends of the legs are tucked into a pair of black combat boots which are worn out to the point where it was observable that he had out them to good use yet had not shredded them or dulled the grip on the bottom of the sole. But the most astonishing and noticeable features to the young boy was the sunny blond hair that seemed to defy gravity, standing at whatever angle it pleased while managing to create bangs to frame his slightly rounded facial structure. Along with the shockingly blue eyes which could give the illusion of boring into your soul if the owner of the ocular muscles wished to do so. The last- but certainly the most unique feature-was the three whisker-like marks on each cheek marring his flawless naturally tanned complexion. His cerulean eyes scanned his surroundings searching for anything out of place. Finding nothing wrong or suspicious; he then proceeds to clean up after his fellow blond. Picking up all the discarded coffee mugs and whiskey glasses, followed by the plates and bowls placing them in the sink for washing later. Satisfied with his work, he then wakes up the elder of the two, dreadfully reminding him what day it is.

Reaping day. A yearly event which is never postponed. A day on which each district says farewell to two of its members so that they can be sent out to participate in the annual Hunger Games. The Capital -which was their form of government- used the games as a way to remind each district what had occurred the last time they had attempted to overthrow the government. Letting families watch as their children, families, friends, neighbors, or even lovers killed each other on a televised program in order to survive and get back home- or died trying to at least. It was psychological torture. Although it was not advertised as so, for obvious purposes, everyone who belonged to the districts knew the true purpose of the games and what it did to people. Many may not wish to fully regard the games for what they were, but nevertheless, they all knew.

Gray eyes are peeled open alert, their owner jumps at the ready with a dagger in his hand; slashing everywhere within a meter radius from himself. The other blonde seems unperturbed by this occurrence. Almost as if it happens daily. Which it probably does.

"Calm down you old geezer, it's alright. You stayed up drinking... Again, last night. You do know what day it is right?" Said the blue-eyed blond.

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me dad, naruto? And, yeah, I sure as hell know what day it is. " replied the now identified Haymitch.

"Really? Then get up and get ready. You're the only 'winner' this district has so get up. And I've already told you that I won't call you 'dad' when you're drunk or hung over, because you're not my dad when you're like this. You're just a physical representation of what's left of him." Naruto responded.

"Alright, I'm sorry damn it. I always manage to screw up somehow now don't I. " he sighed, rubbing his temples while chuckling humorlessly at his slip-ups through life. There was a tense pause.

"There's no chance you are gonna get picked, your name is barely in there once. It ain't gonna happen. So don't worry about it...Even if you do get picked, I've trained you well enough so that you can survive." He reassured.

"Yeah, I know. Let just get it over with." Naruto responded with a seemingly bored expression, although Haymitch knew he was stressed a worried on the inside.

"Alright then princess, lets head on out" Haymitch teased attempting to lighten the mood.

"What'd you call me you old drunk?!" Naruto exclaimed.

"Oh, just shut it princess. You're hurting my head." The gray-eyed man responded clutching his throbbing head as an after effect from his hangover, although you could see a twitch of his lips forming into a grin.

Son with father in tow trudged out of the house, locking it behind themselves. The bright light streaming into their eyes, causing their pupils to dilate in momentary blindness while their eyes adjust.

"Just another day in paradise, right?... Dad." Naruto says towards his father with a wide fox-like grin spread across his face.

"You got that right kid." Haymitch responds, his eyes softening. 'I could always count on you to cheer me up, huh, you lil' kucklehead.'

"What're thinking 'bout? And quit looking at me like that. You look like a pedophile." Naruto remarked matter-of-factly.

Haymitch's eyes widened as he gawked at him for suggesting such a thing. He then heard laughing in front of him. "That look on you're face! It's priceless!" Naruto laughed heartily while pointing at his father.

"You little prankster. C'mon lets go. I wanna get this over with." The platinum blond snarled.

"Sure thing Pop. I'll see ya in a bit. Alright?" The twelve year old chirped. "Mkay, kid. Just get moving. You only have five minutes till the keepers come to get ya."

"Sure~ like they could ever catch me." He drawled, his voice filled with smugness.

" They can't, but their bullets can. Now get moving." Was the serious reply.

" sheesh, I got ya. No need to be such a kill-joy." he said pouting. They parted ways each going to their respective positions. Naruto with the other male 12-year old Hunger- game contenders, and Haymitch on the stage with the district mayor.

The usual procedures were taken.

Firstly, they would roll a video presenting the honorary hunger games, it's terms, and how it originated. According to the pink haired woman it was to " raise their spirits." 'Yeah right, more like remind us what would happen if we were to rebel again.' Naruto scoffed.

Then Effie trinket wearing her extravagant powder-pink wig would come to the stage and announce a quick "Happy Hunger Games and May the Odds Be Ever In Your Favor" in that sickeningly sweet voice of hers.

The big event then commenced, sending shivers down many spines. Effie excitedly exclaimed that it was "ladies first" as she placed her hand in the bowl giving it a good few turns before announcing.

"Primrose Everdeen."

A shriek filled the air as primrose- better known as prim- was hauled to the front by the peace-keepers. She had dirty blond hair which was held together in two braids and light green eyes. Naruto actually kinda liked the girl, she would often help and fix him up when he injured himself during his training and she was very kind and considerate toward him. She was wearing a khaki skirt that stopped just bellow her knees and a white button up short-sleeved blouse followed by some black dress shoes that had a bronze latch.

"NO! Prim no!" A girl in a ruffled light blue dress with a bow in the front protested as she being held down by another pair of peace keepers.

'Kat, Godammit. What do I do? She's going to volunteer for her, for Prim. That is, if her reaction is anything to go off of. Damn it. Why do these sort of things always happen around me? I can't volunteer too. It would kill dad. We're all we have left for one another. I can't do that to him.' Naruto thought distressed as he balled up his fists to contain his frustrations.

"I VOLUNTEER! I volunteer. I volunteer as tribute." She exclaimed, her proclamation ringing through the morning air.

'Knew it.'. Naruto smiled sadly, having known Katniss for a while on a more personal level. You could say they were almost brother and sister. Katniss and Naruto had met one day out in the forests when Naruto was training with his aim with throwing knives by catching game.

*Flashback*

There is a fence surrounding District 12. This fence is supposed to always remain electrocuted in order to keep all the animals out of the district. At least that is what they have been told. But Katniss and Naruto knew better than that. They were not as naïve or idiotic as many perceived them to be, both children knew that the fence was a constricting barrier to not keep the animals in but the people. They were told the fences were electrocuted so that they wouldn't try and go out to see what the world had to offer. Knowing this Naruto, Katniss and Gale would go outside the fence frequently, although they never managed to run into one another. That is until today.

Katniss saw him and watched him from afar. Deciding to see what he could do. Naruto had two throwing knives in between his fingers on his right hand while holding another one in his left hand with a tight grip. The knives almost looked like any other knife you could find in your kitchen cupboard except for the fact that they had a strange loop on the end and it had four edges. If you were to take one knife a take a "bird's eye view" the knife would look something akin to a compass. Katniss watched as Naruto watched his prey carefully. It was three young rabbits coming out of their nearby den stretching their limbs, getting ready for the day. Within the blink of an eye Naruto eased his grip on the blades and let them loose, sending a whistling sound through the air and taking down the three rabbits. The hits were all in random spots that weren't lethal, but were good enough to incapacitate them from moving any further. Naruto strode forward at a fast pace, making sure not to make any noise, and to ahold of his prize. Naruto had felt guilty about hunting at first due to the fact that the animals were so innocent and did nothing to deserve their untimely deaths. But he soon learned that it was only another process of life. Humans eat meat, rabbits are a source of meat as are all other animals, meat was also very rare in District 12. It was fairly easy to find people to trade with to make some profit. It was only the truth. But since Naruto I'd the son of a Hunger Games Victor he had no need for the meat. Instead he chose to give the game he caught to some of the more needy populists of the coal mining district. He usually gave his game to a woman named Hazelle Hawthorne due to the amount of mouths she has to feed. Although he may not live in that type of situation, he knew that it must be a struggle. Naruto wistfully remembered the refusal she had put up before finally agreed.

*Flashback Within a Flashback*

About 4 months ago. A 10 year old Naruto had his game bag hoisted over his shoulder, he had caught a nice turkey today along with a few rabbits. Proud of his catch today he made his trek down one of the dirt roads in the coal mining district which led to the Hawthorne residence to make his offering to Hazelle. At first Hazelle refused, saying that she couldn't take something from him that he worked so hard to catch without giving anything in return. To this Naruto replied with, "Then give me your friendship and trust. That's all I ask for." Which was of course followed by an immensely goofy smile, radiating warmth and kindness. Hazelle eventually gave up and relented agreeing to his terms. It's not as if she didn't like the boy, oh no! She greatly respected him for all the issues he has to go through every day. She just thought that it was so little to give for what he was offering to her in return. And so, with this new progress Naruto gave all his game to Hazel so that she could feed her family. Occasionally keeping a bit for himself. Meat was, in fact, rare in district twelve. And Hazelle and her family became a sort of second family to Naruto.

*Flashback Within a Flashback End*

Katniss kept on watching Naruto when he came to the forest day after day. Naruto was aware of her watching him he just chose to decide what she would make of it. This went on for about a week before Katniss finally decided to confront him. She had known about his reputation, but her father had told her that when she should encounter him to try and be his friend. It was a rather awkward conversation between the two involving Katniss admitting that she had been watching Naruto for the past week or so with Naruto faking shock. Which if course riled up Katniss to the point where she began hissing almost. Therefore, Naruto thought to rightfully name her Kat because she hissed like a cat. Katniss gawked at him at his audacity. Naruto just laughed at her face.

They then proceeded to run in to each other frequently, striking up conversations outside the fence. Trading tricks of the trade and just having fun. Somewhere in between this Gale had found them and they had become an I breakable little hunting trio. "The three Hunteers" Naruto had affectionately named their group. And so The Three Hunteers they were.

*Flashback end*

That was two years ago.

Katniss walked up to the stage after having consoled her sister. Passing her to her long-time companion Gale, ignoring the pleads for her to return emitting from her jade-eyed little sister.

"Now who might you be dear?" Effie said with a tint of curiosity staining her voice.

"Katniss everdeen" she responded. It almost sounded robotic, if it weren't for the slight fear presenting itself when the question caught her by surprise.

"Oh, and I bet my biscuits that, that was your sister. Right?" Effie said, her voice filled with confidence. Sounding as if she had just solved a murder mystery. Katniss only nodded mutely.

"Well then, let's continue. Now for the boys." Effie announced.

"Naruto Abernathy." She said. There was a long pregnant silence. See, not many people knew Naruto personally. They were afraid of him due to his father having won the games. Making them believe he was some sort of monster or demon spawn. This was further fueled by the fact that he had bright azure eyes and odd whisker marks on his cheeks. No one else had ever been known to have such striking features. Sure, some people may have had blue colored eyes but they were duller and darker and seemingly devoid of life, his were the exact opposite. Bright and filled to the brim with life and energy. But, although they didn't know him on a personal level they sure as hell knew who he was. How couldn't they? He was the son of district 12's only winner.

The silence was suddenly shattered as yet another loud protest pierced through the air that day. But this time it wasn't to volunteer for the chosen contender. No this time it was of a concerned and horrified parent none other than Haymitch Abernathy. All eyes turned to Haymitch due to his sudden outburst.

"No! It can't be him. You gotta be kidding me. It can't be him. It just can't. It can't. Damn it, it can't." Haymitch's voice slowly started losing volume to the point where it was just senseless mumbling.

The mayor sitting next to him not moving an inch. Although the distress was clearly displayed on his face he knew that if he gave the man sympathy it may be seen as a rebellious move against the Capital.

Naruto slowly and confidently strode down the aisle to the stage of the chosen tributes. Not letting any weaknesses be shown. Power wafted from him as a sign of no conviction whatsoever. Naruto himself knew that this was going to happen to someone anyways, and he rather it happen to him-someone who has training and preparation- rather than someone else-who had no experience or training whatsoever. In conclusion, he believed it better that someone go in that isn't terrified and has some sort of chance for survival.

He feels a hand snag at his arm. He looks up to find Gale looking down at him. Naruto simply shakes his head, inclining his head towards their families on the sidelines. Gale understands and releases his arm reluctantly with tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

Naruto reaches the stage without further delay and simply gives Effie a curt nod before taking his place beside her- opposite to Katniss. He notices Katniss staring at him from the corner of her eye radiating pure horror and sadness that she couldn't, in fact, save both of her younger siblings; Even if one of them wasn't in blood. That look was all it took Naruto to decide that he would do whatever it takes to keep her alive, while attempting to stay alive himself. Effie congratulates them and advises the rest of the district to do so as well. But instead they silently raise three fingers which is known as a sign of admiration, and saying farewell to someone you love in the districts. Although the inhabitants of District 12 did not entirely like Naruto, they admired him for taking the place of tribute that one of their own children could have taken instead. Effie being from the Capitol has no idea what the gesture means and merely shrugs it off in her regular cheery demeanor. Naruto and Katniss however understand the gesture and look on solemnly as they know that their chances for survival were dim. As it was for all the inhabitants of District 12.

It was a tradition in the games that the male and female tribute would shake hands at the end of the reaping as a sign of good luck and respect for one another. And traditions are never broken. That is until Katniss saw her little brother being unceremoniously thrown into a blood- filled battle field.

To the capitalists it was unexpected and endearing. To the inhabitants of the coal mining district it was absolutely heart breaking an outrageous. To see two people actively known to be as much as siblings as biological ones can be, hugging on stage-One of them being the District Demon no less-Letting all their worries go in order to focus on the task ahead.

"We're gonna be okay" was the soft shaky remark that escaped Katniss' lips.

"I know, we just gotta stick together... Right sis?" The sunshine blonde remarked happily and confidently. Although Naruto himself was quite shaken but he refused to show it.

"Right, Naru, right." She responded with a soft grin tugging at her lips. She could always count on him.

The embrace was quick but filled with warmth and reassurance. Soft baby blue orbs met with muddy grey ones. An unmistakable glint of untold determination, conviction and love shone in their eyes. Both tributes turned to face the crowd of adolescents and families, waiting for the ceremony to finish so that they can say goodbye to their families and relax. Well the departing from families was more on Katniss' part due to Naruto's father being the 'coach' for the chosen tributes every year because of his standing as the last surviving victor in district 12.

Haymitch was blank. He refused vehemently to what was occurring. He couldn't stand that his last living factor keeping him tied to this world was about to go into a televised massacre. He needed the kid alive in order to know that he was alive himself. Yes, he very well knew that he was being selfish saying that Naruto needed to live and that he was using him, in a way, to reassure himself that his life still went on. Day, after day, after miserable day. He drank himself away from the world in a river of liquor and denial that seemed to be never ending. Leaving Naruto to defend for himself in this unforgiving cynical world they called home; along with the chore of taking care of Haymitch when Haymitch couldn't take care of himself; Which didn't happen often, except for on those... Special days.

'I Really screwed up this time now didn't I?' The 35 year-old blond thought ashamedly.

Getting up from the floor and preparing to go and get ready for travel. His motions dead and robotic. It's like his heart was in shambles even before anything had started yet.