Well, five of you lovely people voted in my not-so-secret poll and it would seem you all like this idea. Now. I wanna know, once you finish reading this, if you still like it. XD
I based this idea off of the best selling (and my all time favorite) book called THE HUNGER GAMES, so if you didn't like that book...well.
Pairings: RokuNami, SoKai, Rion, Haynette, Tequa, Larxel
Run, die. Stay, die. Will you play, or will you be slaughtered? The games have begun.
Main charas: (listed by sibling)
Roxas and Riku
Xion and Sora
Kairi and Naminé
Olette and Terra
Aqua and Larxene
Axel and Hayner
They all knew the day would come. The day they had been training for since birth, chosen from a select group of children in the hospital. 24 people would enter; only one would survive.
They train with their mentors, past victors, until the night of the ritual begins. When the full moon passes over the dark globe in which they will fight, the party begins. The competitors will enter the arena, and the people will watch. The fighting begins. Run, and you will die. Stay and fight, and you will die. Will you play, or will you be slaughtered? The games have begun.
Naminé and Kairi Fujioka clasped their hands together in anticipation. The games started tomorrow; the training, the hours of endless training, will either pay off or just simply be a waste. The twins sat together in the dark empty room, huddled in the center of a rug with nothing around them but each other. They sat, they prayed, they hoped; but both knew they would both die.
The twins had finally turned seventeen, two days before the ritual. One had strawberry locks, ending at her shoulders in waves. The other was platinum blonde, parted and resting over one shoulder. They were both pale white; neither had really ever seen sunlight in their training dojo.
Their mentor, Tifa Lockhart, didn't want to let these pure, innocent girls into the arena to battle. She sat quite a ways away, unconsciously twirling a strand of long brunette hair with her fingers. She stared at the twins with her all-seeing ruby eyes, who sat motionless, with a pained expression. She had trained these girls for so long; she couldn't bare to part with them. They had taken a special place in her heart; they were her adopted children.
"Girls, come here," she called, bending off of the wall she lent on and holding her arms out for the girls to enter. They ran to her instantly, embracing their mentor viciously as tears began to fall from three sets of eyes.
Tifa was the first to break the heart-breaking embrace. "Girls, remember. Do whatever you can to stay alive, and stay together at all times. If you can, make an alliance or two," she advised, brushing a hand against her student's cheeks to wipe off the salty tears. The twins nodded, sniffing. They needed to be strong.
"All right. Get dressed, the ceremony is about to begin," Tifa said in a motherly tone, her voice cracking. The two bowed together, clasped hands once again, and silently walked off down the hallway, their footsteps unheard. Their mentor fell to the ground and began to sob.
Sora and Xion Adachi sat back to back in wooden chairs, being observed by their fatherly figure and mentor, the menacing Cloud Strife. His blue eyes were narrowed suspiciously as he circled the duo, trying to see any fault or crack in his flawless team. When all he received was two pairs of bright blue cold stares, he grinned, crossing his arms in satisfaction. "You two are something else."
The siblings exhaled in relief; both smiling brightly as Cloud bent over them to give them a friendly rub on the head. "Thanks, Cloud!" they chirped together, earning a hearty laugh.
Cloud didn't believe in goodbye. These two wonderful, bright children would fight to the death in the arena, and they had a chance of surviving. He believed in them, and they believed in themselves. They could handle the battle well.
"Remember, stay alive, stay together. Fight like soldiers, kill like savages," he instructed playfully. The siblings gave a mock salute as they wandered into the hall together, hunting for some last minute grub before the ceremony. Cloud was positive these two would have a fair chance; he knew they could do it. Goodbyes didn't exist in his world.
Roxas and Riku Shizuma scowled at each other, blades raised and stances taken. They swiped and swiped, trying to tear the other apart, until a loud clap resonated in the room. The siblings stopped their vicious fighting and bowed low to the ground at their own mentor, Sephiroth Shizuma.
Sephiroth glared at his sons. It was one thing to lose his students in the arena, but another for his own kin to be chosen for the battle. He had mercilessly trained them to kill; nothing else mattered but the spray of blood left behind. His children would not die. Winning was of the utter most importance, and he needed to see his sons fight. One would remain, he knew; but one was better than nothing.
He stepped forward, his own lengthy katana drawn as he placed it softly on the younger blonde. "Roxas, do me proud. Kill as you please," he muttered, moving the blade over to the older, silver haired brother, who looked so much like himself. Sephiroth would not admit it to the boys, but he would prefer it if Riku survived. "Riku, Protect your brother until the end. Kill mercilessly."
"Kill mercilessly." they both recited, standing to full height and glowering at their father/mentor. Coldly, they left the room, leaving an icy trail behind them.
Sephiroth smiled.
Rinoa Heartily smiled brightly as she watched her students interact. Terra Takano was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his younger sister Olette resting her head peacefully in his lap. Terra ran a bristled brush through her brunette locks.
Rinoa knew the other mentors were kicking their students butts into shape, trying to get them to kill each other. But Rinoa wouldn't have it; she was a peaceful person at heart, never wanting conflict. Her style of training consisted of camouflage, running, and surviving off the land. She knew for a fact that the other contestants wouldn't hesitate to kill each other; that was why she urged her own to run. To flee every battle, to live off the land. Make peace, not war.
"Rin? Do you think we could form an alliance in the arena?" Olette asked softly as Terra continued to run the brush through her wavy locks. Rinoa smiled.
"Of course! If you're willing to trust, and they are willing to trust, by all means, help each other," the older woman said. She came over and sat down next to Terra; he was much taller than her, and three years older than Olette.
"Remember, you two. Keep each other alive. Peace, not war," she recited. The duo grinned.
"Goodnight, and I hope you have a pleasant journey," Rinoa prayed, holding two fingers to her lips and saluting to the open sky. The siblings mimicked her, enjoying the quiet silence.
Yes. They would survive as long as they stayed peaceful. If they tried to fight, they would die. She knew she taught them right when she saw Terra plant a soft kiss on his younger sister's forehead before helping her to her feet.
The bubbly ninja shot more and more of her pointed stars all around the room, laughing maniacally as her students weaved in and out of each attack. She stopped when she felt the headband wrapped around her forehead split open and fall to the ground in two pieces, a yellow dart pinned to the wall inches away from her skull. Yuffie Kisaragi grinned.
"Well done, well done!" she called, her eyes shifting to the two figures that popped into her line of vision. One, with bright blue hair, bowed in appreciation, while the other, blonde, sneered and chuckled.
Yuffie was positive she would win. Her students were badass!
The blue haired girl, who wielded a blue sword made with a shaft of water, smiled fondly at her mentor. "Thank you, Yuffie."
The blonde, who had just hidden her barrage of pointy darts, shrugged. "I could've done better."
Aqua and Larxene Usami were two very different people for siblings. Aqua, with blonde hair dyed blue in an act of defiance, was level-headed, loving, and gentle, while her older sister Larxene was brutal and sadistic. No matter their differences, they still fought to protect each other.
"Larx, you just shot my headband off of my head while I was suspended in air. You deserve a ninja gold star in my book," Yuffie remarked sarcastically, earning a friendly punch in the shoulder. The trio laughed, exiting their training room.
"Remember, guys. Kick butt, and look hot while doin' it. And always be stealthy. Steal, stealth, sexy!" the ninja chirped. The siblings smiled at each other before breaking off into their separate rooms to prepare for the big ceremony in an hour. Yuffie stretched, cracking her knuckles. Steal, Stealth, Sexy. It was ninja code.
"Hayner, pick up the pace!" Cid Highwind shouted in exasperation as he watched his older student continuously beat the shit out if his younger brother. The blonde who landed on the floor shot him the finger, throwing his choice weapon - a blue baseball bat - onto the ground defiantly.
"It's not fair! Axel's cheating by using that lighter!" he whined with a baby-like tone. Cid threw his cigar, bolting out of his chair and pointing at the smirking red head that was Axel.
"Quit your bitchin' and pick up the damn pace!" he growled. Axel chuckled from across the room.
"Getcha' game, little bro!" he mocked, swaying from side to side in an snake like attack stance with two chakrams spinning in his fingers. Hayner glared, retrieving his baseball bat.
Cid knew Hayner Imamura was doomed. There would be no way he would survive. But his older brother Axel, he was quite positive, was a winner; he would be a player to beat in these stupid battles that took place every ten years. What, with his obsession with fire and his catlike reflexes, Axel was certainly a tough cookie. Hayner was a lanky, moaning bitch who had a cork shoved up his ass every living second of the day.
"Oh, stop it, stop it. Axel, Hayner, conference," the elder said huskily, popping another cigarette into his mouth. The duo came close, scowling at each other.
"Alright. Listen, and Listen good. Hayner, tomorrow when that horn goes off, I want you to careen for them woods," he instructed. Hayner nodded, pouting slightly. "Axel, you go to the den and pick up your supplies. Rendezvous somewhere safe, and keep each other's backs."
"Whatever, sergeant," the duo replied lazily, saluting. Cid kicked them both in the behind.
"Get movin', ya smart asses! We've got the ceremony to go to!"
Again, this is one of my famous previews that I post for a week and remove later for editing. this is just kind of like a back story for the main characters; there will be twelve more contestants, but they're not that important. XD Also, I will kill off those other twelve early on in the story, so they really don't matter. as my friend Kairi says, they're "Throw under the bus characters". in a literal sense. XD