Well here it is...i finally wrote it: Cato's P.O.V about the reaping and parade, i hope it meshes well with Glimmer's and the main story. Many people have been looking forward to this-even the ones who didn't read my last story from Glimmer's-i do implore you to do that first u know. Any way i hope you all enjoy this it took me a few hours to work out so tell me what you think.

A.N This is set in the Career of 12 universe once again simply because i like playing around in there and you all seem to like reading about it.

Deduction of an Alpha

Cato's P.O.V

I was a killer…I didn't know anything else, ever since I was a little kid that was all I had learnt, sure I knew how to read, how to write and all that but I was a killer, I had been since I had been taken to training for the first time in my life as just a kid. In district two that was the highest form of honor: to be a killer was to be respected, to be a peacekeeper was something to be awed at but that wasn't what I had wanted even at a young age I wanted to be the best: I wanted to be a tribute.

Because in district two if you were a tribute you were the best: you were strong and fierce someone to be feared and loved at the same time: to be a tribute in the hunger games is honorable in every way. So that was why when I turned eighteen and had become the best tribute hopeful in the entire district I knew that it was my time to volunteer. I had watched year after year as other teens stepped forward, one every four years coming back, it was sad to think of but everyone knew whoever would be my partner was more than likely not coming back: I would kill them if I had to.

The day of the reaping I had watched as my good friend Clove was reaped, she was amazing I had seen her in the training room tiny in frame but huge in stature throwing knives with deadly accuracy, she intimidated everyone at the center I would want no other as my partner, so when no one volunteered for her I smirked up at her on the stage now I could have some fun with the games now that my best friend was my partner. When our escort Skyros or something like that was going to announce the male tribute I had stepped forward and volunteered.

"No need for the name: I'm your tribute" I say as I stride pass the peacekeepers that had watched me train and train until I bled for this chance and walk onto the stage to stand in front of my escort who was bubbling with excitement due to my arrogance and confidence. When I looked at Clove she was smirking at me happily and both of us knew what the other was thinking, without a doubt there would be a victor from two this year. When Skyros asked me what my name was I had just confidently replied "Cato D'Anto" and that was how I ended up on the train heading towards the capitol where I would bring pride back to my district.

Clove was just a bundle of energy really, she didn't even care if she won, she just wanted in the games: her uncle had been a victor eighteen years ago and she had been training under him specially for this day, it may have come a little earlier than she had expected but she was just brimming with excitement wanting the train to go faster so that she could be in the capitol already. "Sit down you little energizer" I laugh as Brutus strode in and grinned at me.

I liked my mentor, he had been one of my teachers in the past two years, he had taken me under his wing teaching me all I needed to know of blades and swords, he made sure I was fit and ready to take this step: he was one hundred percent behind me in my endeavor which just made everything that much sweeter. Clove knew that Brutus was behind me and to be honest I don't think she really cared Enborida was going to help her when she met us in the capitol considering she lived there, but Clove wasn't in this for my mentor's favoritism she just wanted to perform the skills she had been perfecting almost as long as I had.

"Hey Brutus, how much longer till we get to the capitol?" I ask eagerly sitting forward a huge grin on my face.

My mentor laughed his chest heaving up and down making him look larger and more powerful "Not for a few more hours but I do have something for you to do" he said motioning the two of us to follow him into a sitting room where a huge screen displayed the Capitol symbol the anthem playing out loudly "Time to scope out your competition and see who your allies are gonna be" he said motioning for us to take a seat.

That's right the tributes from district one would be helping us in the arena until the time came to break apart would appear, I had almost forgotten that. Clove leaned forward excitedly and I had to hold back a chuckle at her: I knew she was younger than me but the way she was acting coupled by her tiny height it made me feel like I was sitting next to a ten year old-not that I would ever say this: I don't have a death wish. The capitol symbol disappeared and the district sign of one came up and I settled down for the revelation of my soon to be allies, when I saw them I had to say I was impressed.

The girl Glimmer who had been reaped just like Clove looked agile, strong and god was she stunning, not that I went for that kind of thing but if the way Brutus went gobsmacked when she strut onto the stage like it could be for no other was any indication she was defiantly going to get some sponsors with that beauty as her weapon. Even Clove gasped at her beauty whispering about how fitting her name was, although I couldn't help but wonder if her name should have been something brighter than just a glimmer because that girl shone.

Marvel: the male was a volunteer and he looked strong, not like me, but his arms looked sturdy and he seemed to have fierceness to him that I saw in Clove like he was a little more than happy to be in the games. That would make him a good ally I could already see the four of us being a good team, if the way the two of them smiled at one another was any sign I could already tell that Glimmer and Marvel were partners in their district just as Clove and I were back in two: they were familiar with one another, and while that may make it harder to kill the other when the time came it made you a more destructive force for the others and that was the burden a tribute must bear.

Once my allies faded from screen so did my attention so I decided to tease my mentor a little over Glimmer and the way he still seemed to be shocked over her. So I lean over and poke him in the side making him turn his gaze over to me a cheeky grin on my face "So the Glimmer was beautiful huh" I drawl making him shake his head in shock.

"Isn't her mentor going to be Cashmere?" Clove asked speaking of the victor of eight years ago who was said to be the most beautiful victor to ever come from one, even more so than Finnick who was a very well-known victor. "Seems fitting for her to be under the teaching of the most beautiful victor of one" she said the awe and slight envy in her voice as clear as day.

It must be hard for Clove to see the girl she would have to fight beside was a beauty none of us had ever seen in district two, not to say that she wasn't beautiful herself because Clove was very pretty but that girl out shone her like a guiding like in the dark she just glowed. It seemed Brutus agreed because he was shaking his head he agreed with my inner thoughts "Cashmere is beautiful there is no doubt about that" he said in shock as the tributes from four faded from view: nothing interesting there. "But that girl…Glimmer she is stunning" he whispered

I laugh and shake my head clapping him on the shoulder "Sounds like you have a bit of a crush" I tease and suddenly my mind skips to the male mentor Glimmer would be under: Gloss the winner from eleven years ago: he was known to be very handsome as well "Hey isn't Gloss known to be handsome as well despite the scar on his face?"

Clove groaned from her place next to me and sagged tiredly "What is with district one: is everyone there beautiful or something?" she grumbled and I laugh softly, she had a point about that beauty mark, most of the tributes that came through district one were in fact very beautiful, Cashmere had been described as gorgeous, Gloss was known as ruggedly handsome-almost as much as Finnick- Marvel had been quite good looking as well with that mysterious but charming air about him like those gentlemen you never expect to meet, and Brutus had pretty much described Glimmer perfectly with his stunning statement: district one tributes always seemed to have the best luck with the gene pool.

I turn my attention back to the screen as the tributes from district eleven fade from view my eyes focusing on the larger of the two: he looked very strong "What'd you think…a threat?" I ask Clove who was watching the screen with narrowed eyes.

After a moment once the district twelve symbol faded into view she shook her head and then leaned back relaxing "Nah…he probably wouldn't know what to do with a weapon if it was put in his hand and he was given instructions" she joked as she watched the screen with little interest.

Not that I could blame her, it was district twelve we were talking about, it would take a miracle for them to become a threat. I watch as well as a girl who looked like she had some experience doing something if the muscle tone in her arms was anything to go by was reaped. I didn't both with her name It had sounded strange though, then a young boy twelve if I'm correct was reaped and I almost felt sorry for the kid, he was tall for his age but skinny and would probably be one of the first to die. I look away and am about to say something to Clove when she let out a tiny gasp.

"I Volunteer! I volunteer as Tribute!" Did I just hear correctly?

My gaze shot right back to the screen and I feel my heart stop when I see that the boy who just volunteered was the most beautiful boy I had ever laid eyes on. His blonde hair was dirty because of where he lived but I could see that shining color beneath the dirt, his eyes glowed a blue I had never seen before and they blazed with a strength that I had seen in no career tribute before. He was beautiful, Glimmer was stunning there was no doubt about this: but that boy could so easily be her brother he was like an angel.

I glance back at Clove who was staring at the screen in awe, her eyes never leaving the boys muscular form as he strode up onto the stage not once wavering in his steps: he wasn't afraid y the looks of it and that made him powerful-not that his build hadn't made him look that way. "He's…beautiful" Clove whispered and I felt a burning erupt in my chest: something I had never felt before almost as if I was angry at Clove for thinking that way about him that way.

"So Dear: What's your name" the Twelve escort asked kindly as if she was proud of him stepping forward-and considering she was in district twelve and from the capitol she probably was.

I look at the boy closely waiting to hear his voice waiting to hear if that was his flaw if his voice was ugly. "Peeta Mellark" when the boy spoke I felt my heart pound at the beautiful smooth honey sound that came from his mouth: his voice was heavenly. Peeta…he was perfect, so much like a career it was scary: he could be one and we wouldn't even know it, but he was the first volunteer and that was something to take notice of. District twelve just got their miracle.

After I saw Peeta everything just passed in a blur, Brutus telling me and Clove to keep an eye on him was filed away: I and planned to do so any way so that wasn't too hard to do, meeting our prep teams and stylist is just a big blur to me, I can't even remember their names if I was being totally honest with myself, I do remember being pluck, ripped and prodded until my freak of a stylist walked in with a bundle of golden robes and shining metal chest plat and hat. When he dressed me up like a Greek god or maybe Olympian warrior I had to admit that I looked pretty good from where I was standing, I looked strong and unbreakable which I knew would look good to my sponsors. Meeting back up with Clove I had to grin when I saw how good she looked, just like Athena the goddess of justice, only a lot more fierce if I was being honest with myself.

Then we meet district one, Marvel had escorted Glimmer over to us like she was a princess, and in her beautiful purple shining feathered gown I could easily think of her as one: in fact she was more stunning in real life than she had been on screen at the reaping. Marvel despite where bright purple and feathers looked handsome just as expected the purple complementing his skin tone and making him look like he just stepped off the beach. "Hello…District two" he said with a wide grin which made me nod back.

Glimmer smiled at me kindly and I wanted to shake her for being here: no one as pretty as her should be in the games: she would be working as a model or something practical. But then she shocked me by taking my hand and kissing it: a sign of submission this early "Marvel and I will help you win" she whispered against my skin just loud enough for Clove and I to hear making her tense up. Had they already decided they would be the duo that would know they would die from the start.

"What?" Clove asked bluntly as Glimmer stepped back and linked arms with her partner giving us both a flirtatious smile that was sure to capture all the attention of Panem.

"Marvel and I can't win" she said just as bluntly only her voice was like music to my ear-I may be gay but she was one hell of a woman that was for sure-"More than that…we don't want to win" she whispered.

This time I understood I could see the way the two of them stood so close they were touching, how Marvel caressed her hand in his own and their smiles at the reaping had been so intimate they couldn't be anything less than lovers. Clove must have understood as well because her smiled turned sad and she was nodding softly "Okay…thank you" she said and Glimmer's smile turned into a megawatt powered one that I swear could power the capitol if the light was directed into the energy line.

The two district one tributes floated way with the grace that I had worked years to even get even a sliver of and then I helped Clove up onto our chariot. I was about to jump onto our own when I felt my heart stop in shock at the sight of the figure walking through the crowds in his black jumpsuit which sparkled in the light like a black jewel. It was Peeta; it could be no one else, his stylist walked beside him chattering happily and when Peeta smiled and laughed with her I swear I almost died: it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

"Cato…hello earth to Cato!" I hear Clove calling my name and quickly pull myself up onto my chariot trying to ignore the sight of the district twelve volunteer shining in the light like a gemstone.

I managed to ignore Peeta and his chariot up until it was his turn to come out to the parade and he was on fire. If I had thought he looked gorgeous before when his suit had just reflected his light then he was magnificent when the flames licked at him making him shine like a god, almost as bright as Glimmer who shone just like her name suggested. When he pulled up to a stop I turned back to look at him which turned out to be a bad thing because my eyes connected with his and I found myself peering into his sapphire blue eyes and I swore the chariot disappeared from beneath me.

Then the moment was over and we were being too pulled back towards the entrance and once again I was Cato the brutal fighter for the capitol who was watching me happily. When we were finally allowed to step down I was swarmed by my team of stylists, mentor and prep team, but eye eyes weren't on them, they never were: I was not enchanted by the blonde standing only a few meters away who was laughing with his escort once again. He sounded so carefree and charming I wonder what it would be like to talk to him.

Almost as if my thought had reached him Peeta turned his head to look at me and once again our eyes locked, only this time I didn't lose my breathe I was instead filled with a heat, I needed to talk to him, just to make sure he knew who I was. "I'll be back" I said over the top of my escorts screeching and take a step towards Peeta.

I had no idea what I would say, none at all, I kinda figured that I would end up making it up as I went along but no one had ever said I wasn't charming in my own way, I just wanted to have that smile directed at me even for a moment as stupid as it sounded I was infatuated with the boy and I hadn't even spoke two words to him. But unfortunately Peeta was then pulled away by his mentor something about their apartment and I was going to run after him when suddenly Glimmer appeared by my arm and linked them through one another turning me back to where Clove and Marvel were waiting.

"You'll get your chance to talk to him tomorrow" she said cheerily although her eyes told me that she wanted to speak to the strange tribute from district twelve almost as much as I did. "Until then come to the after party with us: maybe you'll attract some more sponsors" she said happily breaking away from me and moving over to Marvel who took her and gave her a graceful twirl.

Watching the couple I smirk and trade a glance with Clove who was smiling at them happily-and a little enviously, not that I could blame her, Careers only get that kind of attention once we come back from the games. So with a sigh I offer her my arm with a sigh as if it was painful for me to do "Well I guess Clove and I could spare a little time together" I say making Marvel grin at me and then link arms with Glimmer and lead the way like true District one tributes.

I may not have gotten my chance with Peeta tonight: but I do have two days of full training and then the day of the individual sessions: I'll get him at some point and then I'll see if my little infatuation was meant for something and if he truly is the miracle of twelve or if maybe he was meant for something greater…like a pack.

Here you all go...did you like it?

I was thinking that my next one should be from either Clove or Cato's p.o.v about the training room days.