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Fire Is Catching: Chapter Two

The Reaping: 

Eijiro Kirishima's pov:

District 8 isn't as poor as people make it out to be. Yes, it is poor by Capitol, District 1, 2, and 3 standards, but not nearly as bad as Districts 10, 11, and 12. They have people being shipped out from starvation ever few hours. Whereas it is often rare that someone dies from starvation here. District 8 is the district where textiles is the main business. We provide the Capitol with all their fancy clothing items while we are sitting at home with absolutely no entertainment, just mindless manual labour. Our pay sure is stinking crap but we get by. My family is nowhere near the richest but we aren't the worst off.

My family is quite big compared to others. I had 3 brother and two sisters. Emphasis on had. My older brother was picked last year. He didn't make it.

Those selfish bastards threw him into that arena and fed him to the fighting machines that are the snobby stuck up district 1 and 2 kids. He didn't stand a fucking chance!

That's why this year, I will avenge him. I'll either get picked or I'll volunteer. Whichever one happens, I'll be sending those district 1 and 2 pricks down to hell where they belong!

I've been working my skinny ass off with my training. I can now pretty much hit any target with a spear and I'm pretty good at using swords. In the factories that I work at, we use a lot of fabric cutters and scissors so I'm handy with small blades and knives too.

Despite my weaponry abilities, I can't help but feel a little nervous about fighting for my life and my brothers. These kids in the richer districts have been working all their lives just to be picked. To them, it's all just a stupid test to prove their strength. If you win, you'll live as long as you can with whomever you win it with. And will have undoubted, absolute respect from all you may encounter.

Yes. You heard me right. Whomever you win with. Meaning there are two winners. And this time, it doesn't have to be from the same district. Whoever you win the entire thing with, you'll stay with forever. You'll live together, spend time together, and in some cases, fall in love with each other. That's what's happened more often than not.

As I'm volunteering anyway, I may as well come up with a strategy with finding a suitable ally to win by my side...

It's harder than it sounds.

People stab each other's backs in there. People turn on each other and fight until one remains. But that shouldn't be the case. There always has to be two winners.

Anyway, enough about my backstory and what's changed in the pay few years, time to talk about the event that everyone has been talking about. The event that has the gossipers in full bloom. The event that has the buzz on the street put bees to shame.

The Reaping.

Every year, 24 participants, 2 from each district, get sent to the Capitol where they're out through series' of dress-up, interviews, and chariot riding. All while acting as though you're memorable when you're not. One must have either a sob story or a vicious backstory that causes the Capitol citizens reaching for their wallets.

Come up with a tragic enough story, and you could be looking at three or four sponsorships in the games. And that's a huge advantage.

And so I worked to create the perfect tale that I would explain to the interviewer, the one who overtook Caesar Flickerman, and hopefully win the hearts of the local citizens and my future partner.

After days of checking spellings, grammar, and any loopholes, I finally had the outline to memorise for my heart-shattering fib.

And here it was:

Last year, I had an older brother. He would always bring me extra food and kept saying that in future, I was gonna be the man of the house. Meaning I'd need it bulk up. I ate enough in his honour this past year so I could train for the reaping. And the reason behind that, is my brother was last year's District 8 Male contestant. Ariko Kirishima. He was cut down by that District 1 girl. And so, I'm out for revenge. I'm going to go into that arena and cut down 22 teenage souls. All for the sake of my brother. My family's been devastated ever since. My mother got clinical depression, my father isn't with us anymore, I have to work twice as hard in the factories to scrape up enough for my siblings. This would mean everything to me. And I mean everything because my brother was the sunshine in my life. So I can hope to be the sunshine for my district!

And then the fools living in the heart of our country will go grabbing their phones and purses, dialling the designated number, and donate money for my cause. For me and my brother.

I shall win for him and him alone.

I swear, Ariko Kirishima, you shall see your legacy written out before me. I shall kill those who wronged you.

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I pushed my younger sister along.

They were all scared to death because as quadruplets, this was all their first year with their names in the glass bowl.

My name has gone in about 38 times so I could save my family. Even with all this extra food and grain, they still suffer in agony. And I shall change that.

All of a sudden, my sister was taken and pushed into a line for the younger children.

The catergories were no longer girl or boy as that would be seen as unjust. So they let fate decide and split the possible participants between the two bowls. Being pushed to the right, I stand in the line, waiting for them to register me by my blood sample.

"Name."

"Eijiro Kirishima."

"Finger."

I held out my finger and soon felt a prick. The man place my finger roughly into the paper, not even looking up at me.

"Next."

I moved on as quick as I could, careful not to be shoved by the peacekeepers that had been more cautious than ever around us poorer districts since the rebellion. That's probably the only positive about it though.

About ten minutes later, we were all in our designated 'pens' as though we were animals.

A relatively tall Male sauntered onto the stage, wearing nothing but a yellow sleeping bag.

The Capitol's fashion sense is getting worse every year.

"Welcome, District 8, to the 87th annual Hunger Games! I am Shota Aizawa, and I will be your Capitol representative through the games. Today, we will be picking our lucky winners!" He said in the most monotone voice I think I'd ever heard.

Moving over to the opposite side, he reached his hand in, twirled it around for a few seconds before dramatically pulling out a single closed white piece of paper.

He then walked slowly back over to the microphone and undid the black seal holding the paper together.

"Our first contestant is...

Amajiki Tamaki."

No.

He's my baker! The guy who gave me some bread as we were leaving school. The one I always looked up to. And the one I'd have to kill. As though a target had been locked on him, a small red bullseye appeared on his forehead. The exact place where I'd have to hit to knock him dead immediately. Bring it on Tamaki.

"And now for the next one."

He moved over to my side of the stage as I watched Tamaki get up the stairs.

Aizawa repeated the movement he had done previously and came back with another white split of paper with a black seal. Undoing said seal, he read over the name before speaking into the microphone.

"Enjie Kirishima."

Damnit. My sister's name was called. Well... I know what I have to do now. Before she could even make a wobbly step towards the stage, I ran into the isle and screamed...

"I volunteer as tribute!"

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"Damnit Eijiro! Why did you volunteer for me?! I could handle it!" I heard my sister's voice come from near the doorway.

I slowly lifted my head from looking at the floor, fixing my gaze now on the incoming visitors.

"I would've volunteered for whoever got chosen. You know why? Because I'm going to go in their, and take revenge for Ariko. I'll mutilate them, maim them, decapitate them, until they can no longer be recognised by even their family." I responded, confidence and arrogance dripping off my words.

"Big talk for someone who couldn't kill a spider this morning." She retorted, crossing her arms over her chest.

"People are different. They're bigger and they're easier to catch before they hurt you back. It's also easier to kill a person as they've done plenty of things wrong but the spiders and insects are completely innocent."

"Give excuses all you want but that won't—" She was cut off by a guard dragging her away.

"PROMISE ME YOU'LL WIN! FOR ARIKO! AND THE REST OF US!"

Damn right I'll try.

I'll try until no one but me and my partner are left standing.

You can bet your life on that.

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Fire Is Catching: Chapter One

Introducing the Districts: 

Hello and welcome to this years annual Hunger Games!

This year is the 87th year, 12 years after the great rebellion.

Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favour!

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District 1~ •Momo Yaoyorozu •Shoto Todoroki

District 2~ •Tenya Iida •Yuga Aoyama

District 3~ •Mezo Shoji •Hitoshi Shinso

District 4~ •Izuku Midoriya •Asui Tsuyu

District 5~ •Denki Kaminari •Hanta Sero

District 6~ •Mina Ashido •Mei Hatsume

District 7~ •Kyōka Jirō •Koji Koda

District 8~ •Eijiro Kirishima •Amajiki Tamaki

District 9~ •Rikido Sato •Toru Hagakure

District 10~ •Minoru Mineta •Mirio Togata

District 11~ •Mashirao Ojiro •Fumikage Tokoyami

District 12~ •Ochaco Uraraka •Katsuki Bakugo

Good luck, tributes!

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Under My Thumb

       The castle hummed with the sounds of revelry, corridors hung with streamers and banners of every color. Festivities had bourne on dawn through dusk for days now, the people rejoicing a long-awaited victory.

       And through the celebration cut the harsh rhythm of clacking chains, iron notes echoing through the stone halls in the wake of their prisoner.

       Cautious guards flanked the long corridor at regular intervals, each ready to protect the man seated on the raised dais at the end of the hall. In a high-backed hand-crafted throne of gold sat HIs Majesty King Katsuki Bakugo, head held high with pride as he awaited the arrival of his prisoner. His right arm was bandaged from wrist to shoulder, proof of the long, harrowing battle only three days before. A tough struggle between the King’s armies and powerful armored beasts of fire and myth.

       Dragons.

       Katsuki grinned, his composure slipping for a mere moment, revealing his excitement. He’d waged war against a half-dozen of the most feared creatures in the world and won.

       The prisoner came into better light then, dragging his chains behind him. Bright red hair hung down past his chin, falling across bare broad shoulders and flushed suntanned skin. Though he certainly didn’t look the part, he carried himself with a pride unbefitting a prisoner. His build was a strangely elegant mix of stocky muscles compacted onto gangly limbs, but every movement rippled with strength and power. He looked up, his hair shifting to reveal shining ruby irises and a scarred right eye, but he smiled when his gaze met his captor’s, thin lips parting to show off sharp white teeth. He was nearly bare from the warst up, his legs nearly as so.

       The kingdom had learned a great deal about dragons in the three days since their capture, first and foremost being their ability to retain human forms. Katsuki, of course, suspected this could mean a great many scaled beasts hid amongst his human kin, but there was very little he could do about it. Second, was that they were easily fascinated by any shiny object, the only exceptions being the gems they wore themselves. Katsuki conceded that the redhead before him now may have chosen to dress so bare on account that the thick rings of gold rising up his throat and forearms offered cover enough for such an animal.

       The chains stiffened, clattered, and then stopped all together as the prisoner came to an abrupt halt before the dais. The king tilted his head to the side, covering his fascination with a veil of cool indifference. The dragon was surprisingly attractive, and a giddy tremor rolled through Katsuki with the knowledge that the dragon was his. His to control. To command. To conquer. No other king before him had ever boasted dragons among their forces, and Katsuki was admittedly eager to be the first.

       Though he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised when the beast before him bowed his head without question. “Your Majesty.”

       Third revelation: They spoke perfect Japanese.

       Katsuki’s grip tightened on the arm of his throne. That voice should not have done things to him like it did, no matter home low and mysterious. And why did he sound so friendly?

       "I was not expecting my audience to be granted so quickly,“ the dragon continued, thankfully oblivious. "His Majesty must have been bored.”

       Katsuki sneered. “It is not in your interests to make assumptions of me, dragon. Why make the request at all? Surely you realize you are in no position to bargain or demand.”

       "Surely,“ he agreed. "However, this dragon wonders if His Majesty knows the power he has gained.”

       The king stood, marching down the dais, pretending to be unaware of the way his guards stiffened at his impulse. “I conquered a half-dozen dragons. I would be an idiot not to realize that I hold some of the most powerful creatures in the world in my dungeons. If you’ve come to offer your obedience, dragon, I own you. Your obedience will come in time.”

       He didn’t miss the way the dragon’s gaze flicked over him as he moved. A thick pink tongue ran over the sharp teeth as Kastuki spoke, and Katsuki was forced to entertain the possibility that the dragon wanted to eat him.

       Said dragon smirked. “That is what Your Majesty doesn’t understand. A dragon’s tamer is his master. Your Majesty needn’t waste time fighting for a power he possesses.”

       "Con you not speak in riddles?“ Katsuki growled, rubbing his temples. "Or are dragons mindreaders as well?”

       The dragon’s smirk fell, an indication that he didn’t share the king’s sense of humor or sarcasm. “My kin do not read minds. We sense emotion and desires, but thoughts themselves are barred to us.”

       That was new information. Katsuki’s eyes narrowed. Dragons loved their secrets, and while they were notorious liars, they didn’t bluff, so for this redheaded idiot to reveal a secret of his species so easily was… concerning. “Then explain in terms my human ears can understand.”

       "My ilk are proud,“ the dragon sighed with a shrug. "We take what we want, by force if not fear. When faced with opposition, we conquer. However, you, Your Majesty–when faced against you, we fell. In a formal battle of steel and claws, our instincts demand we serve the hand that forced us to kneel. Your Majesty felled us each by hand. Your Majesty, and not your men. As you said, Your Majesty owns us. You possess our obedience now.”

       Katsuki blinked at this onslaught. That had almost sounded like a pledge of loyalty, but dragons didn’t do that. Dragons fought tooth and nail, they didn’t rollover and–what was this? Not playing dead, certainly. He was almost asking for belly rubs. “Why tell me this?”

       "Bonds are earned by force and can be broken by force,“ the dragon added. "By keeping us chained, Your Majesty runs the risk of our escape.”

       "And this severs you instinct, or whatever?“

       "Indeed. Free us yourself and it does not.”

       "So I ask again: Why tell me this?“ Katsuki demanded, stepping closer. "Why not keep it to yourself and break the chains? Why give me the details that keep you prisoner?”

       "Ah.“ The dragon shifted on his feet, his skin flushing a darker shade of red, and Katsuki realized pale, splotchy pink was probably not a natural skin tone, even for his kind. "I may have… different motives.”

       "Then tell me, dragon,“ Katsuki rolled his eyes. "What motives? What do you want from me?’

       "To please you,” he confessed. Quiet. Embarrassed. The way his eyes flicked over Katsuki again was something less than innocent, and Katsuki wondered if he had misread the earlier hunger. “I want to obey and serve, in any way His Majesty wishes of me.”

       Katsuki reached forward and snagged the beast under his chin, watching as his pupils narrowed to slits and the dragon sucked in a baited breath. Katsuki’s guards were anxious now, all too aware that no amount of chains could stop the dragon from killing the king if he truly wanted to.

       Katsuki didn’t care. “Careful, dragon,” the king warned. “It almost sounds as though you are offering to become my slave.”

       The dragon perked; that seemed to be exactly what he’d been offering. Head tilted to the side, he smirked, once again showing off dangerously sharp teeth. “Do I excite you, Your Majesty?”

       If the tenseness in the king’s trousers were any indication, yes.

       Katsuki remained quiet, holding out an open palm to one of the guards. After a moment of hesitation, they supplied him with the key to the dragon’s restraints. “What is your name, beast?”

       The dragon whined before answering, the sound long and keening. “Eijiro Kirishima, Majesty.”

       Katsuki slipped the key into his pocket and yanked roughly on the chains to pull the beast off balance. “What kind of fool would I be to turn away to opportunity to dominate the most feared creature in the land?”

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