The Hunger Games: Inuyasha Style

Chapter 1

~Today?~

A/n: I want to thank Powerpokegirl100 for giving me this idea! I knew I had to publish this before anyone else got the idea. Please, please, PLEASE let me know how I'm doing! I REALLY want to hear your guys' opinions!

Enjoy!

Diclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha nor do I own the Hunger Games (but I wish I owned Haymitch! (For those of you who do not know who he is, just wait – I picked the perfect Inuyasha character for him, and I'm sure you'll all agree!))

I open my eyes only to watch the dust motes float lazily in the morning air. My gaze roams about my tiny room, not really taking in any interest in the things around me. My cot is still made of straw; the roof of thicket; the floors are laid with the solid planks of wood from the vast wilderness surrounding this village. My eyes halt when the rickety picture frame of my deceased mother fills my vision, but I quickly roll over to face the wall. Looking at her picture or anything that reminds me of her still brings a bearing pain in the center of my chest.

It's been this way since she left me alone in the world as a pup, not even six years of age yet back then. Well, not completely alone – though more often than not I wish it were so.

"Master Inuyasha! Wake up!" My dog-like furry ears twitch to catch his pipsqueak voice on the other side of my door. Growling, I roll over on my cot again and almost fall off doing so (did I mention my cot, as well as my room, is small?). The tiny flea enters my room (without my permission) and hops about until he lands on my nose. He nips the skin to drink my blood, but stops after I smack him off my face. In the corner of my eye, the flea-youki drifts like the motes and floats to the floor.

Sighing, I swing my feet over the edge of my bed, my foot squashing the pest underneath.

"-ster Inuyasha!" Hear him struggle to get out. I sigh and cross my leg to pry him off the sole of my foot as if I were peeling some trash off my boots. I hold him up to eye level.

"What is it, Myoga?" I growl at him.

I swear! Sometimes I seriously ask myself why I don't ditch him and move on!

"Today, Master Inuyasha, is Reaping Day." He pauses to let me sink in the new information.

Damn! Why didn't I remember that it was today!

"-And your attire is in the-"

I flick him off towards my door. My ears twitch when I hear his "plop' back to earth, but otherwise I don't act too concerned about his health.

"Old man, I'm not getting ready for that damn thing just yet. I'm going out." I stand up and take long strides to and out the door. I slow to a stop in the makeshift kitchen and inhale the morning scents through my nose. "Someone's been here…"

My eyes scan the small room very much resembling my bedroom in its plainness, but nothing's amiss. It has a small cast-iron furnace that we can cook on top of, and a small table. Myoga hops back on my shoulder and says, "Yes. One of those Capitol reinforces the government sends to make sure everyone in the district will be attending."

I growl to express just how I feel about random people, let alone anybody, coming to my house. The tiny flea-youki senses my dissatisfaction and quickly adds, "Master Inuyasha, you know these visits are standard. It's only once a year, so please, just let it pass."

"Feh!" With that, I stomp out of the rickety structure I barely call home and run off towards the outer limits of district twelve. I pass several other weary people, who got out of my way as soon as they saw the red bullet, but don't even give them the time of day. Typical me: don't want anything to do with them, and they sure as heck don't want anything from me.

I reach the electric within moments. I close my eyes and focus on the acute high-pitch whine of the electricity in the air.

Strange, it's still on… well, with Reaping it makes sense that it's still on…

Here, that is…

I open my eyes and bend over to pick up a twig with enough green in it to have water inside. I hold it at arms-length against the wire; it's sizzles. I sigh.

Guess I have to start walking…

The dry grass crunching under my bear feet is the only sound besides the popping erupting from the twig. I glance at my detector: its leaves have singed while the bark is pitch black. I toss it away before it catches on fire and walk a ways before picking up a young branch, though not as young as I might have liked. I press the foliage against the electric wires and continue walking.

Shit… Today's Reaping Day, but I don't want to go. But there's no arguing, so I'll sit through it. But if her name is called… oh shit! I can't think like that – I'll just get nervous or do something stupid.

I muddle through my thoughts until a certain sound makes me pause, or rather, the absence of a sound. My ears twitch, no longer picking up the high whine.

Good! That thing was giving me a damn headache!

I take one last glace around, just to be definitely sure no one was looking, and drop down on my back on the ground to shimmy under the non-electrical fence.

"Ugh! Damn briers…" I mumble under my breath as the metal spikes catch my white shirt. The material tears and I groan against the popping of threads. I sit up on the other side and waste no time looking for something to kill – half because I want to kill something, the other because I'm running out of food at home.

I stealthily make my way silently through the thicket until I can no longer hear any of the industrial noises of District twelve.

I let out a breath of relief.

Finally, to be alone once again feels freakin' fantastic! I'd stay out here forever, but

the Hizador and their frequent man-hunts somewhat damper that little picturesque future from happening.

I roll my eyes back as I recall the flea-youki's reason as to why I couldn't runaway after the incident.

FLASH BACK

"No! Let me go!" I thrash in the old man's arms. Totosai pushes me inside the house. Once there, he slaps me across the face.

I fall back from shock and land on my bum on the unforgiving wooden floor. Gently touching the sensitive skin, I hold the old man's bug-eye stare. In my enhanced peripheral vision, thanks to my half-demon blood, Myoga hops up on Totosai's shoulder.

"Thank you, very, very much, Totosai," the tiny flea says humbly. The old man with the hunched back turns to leave the door, but calls over his shoulder for me to stay put. The two elderly men step outside into the sprinkling and cool night and close the door behind them, probably in hopes of me not hearing what they were going to talk about, but that's where they underestimated my demon blood.

I wait until the door bobs to a close and the shuffling footsteps distant themselves from the thin barrier, that's when I furtively press myself against the old wood. My sliver ears twitch against the door with eager anticipation.

"No problem," The man in varying green stripes replies in a scruffy voice. "Anytime, I know the young pup can be too much to handle for you sometimes and that you're still new to 'fatherhood'."

At this last comment I smirk at the knot of wood in front of me, annoyance filling my being. The voices continue speaking.

"Yes, yes." I hear the bug reply. "Master Inuyasha, too, misses his mother, Izayoi. She was such a rare beauty." He sighs, as if remembering my mother. My tiny triangles-for-ears flatten tightly against my skull as a small whine escapes my lips. I feel my eyes moisten, but I push the tears back. "But the young master needs to restrain himself from lashing out like today! People will start to question if they and they're children are safe or not with a half-demon around. If they bring it to theHizador, you know what they'll do to him, Totosai…"

Like what?

My ears swivel forward in attempt to capture every word about to be said.

"Aye, he'll be skinned and starved before thrown into the next Hunger Games arena as one of the beasts. Shame, it is. I believe Midoriko had the right intentions in creating the Hizador as our government – she, herself, being the first president to even try to raise the desolate land from the dust – but I think it's gone too far now."

Perplexed, I slowly back away from the door.

Hizador? Midoriko? I don't understand, but let the blast government just try to take me!

I growl to myself; then another though pops inside my head.

Darn it, they have demons as officers. They'd kill me without a second glace. I wouldn't even scratch them.

The voices never speak again, so I just turn and walk into my little makeshift room to try to sleep, no matter how restless it'd be.

END OF FLASHBACK

Yep, I think to myself, going deeper into the woods. The Hizador sucks, especially when it comes to the games.

A/n: Hey fellow Inuyasha/ Hunger Games fans! This is my first attempt at a crossover and my second fanfic total (unless you want to include my deleted scene fics!)

For your information (as I am very serious in this fanfic (not the fic itself, just making it!)):

Hizador roughly means Capitol

Midoriko was the character in Inuyasha who started the entire series (in a sense) who created the Shikon no Tama.

If you have any problems throughout the series trying to figure out who's-who, just PM me and I'll tell ya.

;3

Or maybe I should just post the cast list I have typed up already? Just let me know!