Disclaimer: I don't own anything in Hunger Games or Bleach.

Summary: So due to one of Urahara's failed experiments that Ichigo unluckily got a full blast of (because life hates him and trouble is attracted to him like a clingy fangirl he could do without), Ichigo ends up in a dystopian universe where people take perverse pleasure in watching kids fight to the death. Which just, no. So Panem now has to deal with a pissed of Ichigo who's determined to stop the Hunger Games and pummel Snow to the ground. And Panem doesn't have a snowball chance in hell in stopping him.

Notes: Okay, so, because I'm obsessed with Hunger Games right now, I basically formulated a crossover between Hunger Games and Bleach. I have no idea if this is good or not, and can only hope people like this. Ichigo has always been my favorite character and has this tendency to turn people's world-views upside down.

This is before Katniss, around a couple years before, so after Johanna's games. I'm just writing this to get rid of my Hunger Games fixation, and to get my fix on Finnick since he's going to play a large part in this story. It's crackish, so please don't take this seriously. Really, just don't analyze too much because I'm just too plain lazy right now to make this over-elaborate.

Chapter 1

"Son of a bitch."

It was the first thing that left Ichigo's mouth before a yelp escaped out him as he promptly tripped over a tree root upon arrival and tumbled off the hill with all the grace of a flat-out drunk Matsumoto.

(He should know. Courtesy over the fact he never got smashed himself, it was usually his job at the end of one of the Gotei 13's crazy parties that he deals with the chaos. Byakuya and Toushiro ditching him in the aftermath didn't really help matters, those bastards.)

His fall finally stopped after a few minutes with him swearing up a colorful storm by the end of it. Groaning, he looked up and was greeted by the sight of stormy skies and giant trees that looked entirely out of place in modern Japan.

Dread pooled into his stomach as he shot up from where he laid on dewy grass. He looked around, taking in the out-of-place landscape, and snarled viciously as he realized he had abso-fucking-lutley no clue where the hell he was.

"I'm going to murder hat and clogs." He promised darkly to himself.

Fuck him and his crazy-ass experiments that go wrong. Urahara may be a genius, but he had his moments of fuckups that result in Ichigo cleaning up the mess. Aizen was just the tip of the iceberg.

Sighing with deep feeling that questioned life itself, he got up and carried on. No point in moping in what's already done. Time to see wherever the hell he ended up in.

Easier said than done. Everywhere he looked, everything looked the damn same. He lost count how many times he tripped over clumps of sticks or got scratched by branches he didn't manage to brush away. By the time he got out of the forest, he was littered with cuts and had leaves stuck in his hair and clothes. From an outsider's point of view, he practically looked feral.

After basically staggering around like an idiot for an hour, he finally stumbled across a crass looking metal fence that seemed to envelop whatever area it was encompassing.

He stared, bemused by its existence. If he didn't know any better, judging from the very bleak atmosphere he could sense even from the other side of the barbed fence, it didn't feel like the fence was really protecting so much as trapping whatever was inside.

A rather ominous prospect if he was honest with himself.

A rare stray thought of common sense of just turning back and maybe waiting for Urahara to fix the problem instead of venturing into the unknown crossed his mind.

He thought about it for five seconds then quickly dismissed it.

Waiting was never his forte anyway. Besides, civilization was close and who knows, maybe the people here were friendly.

Though with his luck, that probably won't be the case.

Waving away the cynical thought, Ichigo easily leaped over the fence without touching it, using a bit of shunpo to give him a boost. Though he couldn't feel the electric waves the sign was claiming to be rigged of, he didn't want to risk it just in case.

Landing with silent feather lightness that contradicted his entire personality, he started to walk down the streets with all the casualness of someone knowing he could handle whatever came at him. He wandered a bit, taking in the small houses that all looked run down and pitiful, marked by poverty that had Ichigo frowning in disconcertion. The feeling only grew when he now saw people scurrying about, heads bowed and eyes wary and always watching.

The moment they spotted him, people started stopping in their tracks with gaping mouths and something close to fear in their gazes, which made absolutely no sense to Ichigo. It's like he's an impossible novelty that shouldn't even exist. Murmurs rose and Ichigo felt himself tense from the strange, piercing stares.

And judging by the fact he could hear English surrounding him on all sides, he was going to have to probably deal with language barriers.

Fucking fantastic.

He made it to what looked like the town square when the white soldiers came.

By this point, Ichigo was fed up and tired of not knowing what the fuck was going on. So when they approached him with guns and badly replicated storm-troopers uniforms, the first thing Ichigo did was snap out a retort.

"What do you want?" it came out more awkwardly than he liked, his tongue unfamiliar with the foreign language he has only ever used in English class at school. One man stepped up bravely, faceless mask covering whatever trepidation he was feeling. Ichigo could practically feel the wariness that vibrated off the man.

And who could blame him? With Ichigo's wild hair and eyes and battered appearance that essentially hollered 'Don't mess with me', they probably thought they were dealing with something close to a wild animal.

"Sir, you're going to have to come with us." The man said curtly in a clear tone that was mildly muffled under his mask.

Ichigo narrowed his eyes, contemplating and weighing the consequences of refusing, and sighed.

"Fine." He said shortly. Once he figured out what he was going to do next, it was probably better not to make enemies so soon. Who knew how long he's stuck here.

As for the soldiers, they surrounded Ichigo and led him away from prying eyes, a bit more relaxed and under the impression that the strange man's surrender meant he wasn't going to cause trouble later on.

Unknown to all of Panem's and Snow's knowledge however, Ichigo's arrival was synonymic to shit hitting the fan.

Please review on the way out! And also, I just wanted to warn readers that I've been using my AO3 account more often than Fanfiction, and that I've posted a lot more chapters in that site than this one. People have been copying off people's stories in Fanfiction (including me), which is inclining me to just erase this entire account if people keep doing it. It's really annoying and very tiring considering I don't want to deal with that bullshit and am tempted to just abandon it all.

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