I have been addicted to the hunger games since november 2011 and i have been clean for 2 months. Clean does mean 'cleaning' yourself of all the unawsome books that aren't the hunger games, right? Yeah, i know, bad joke. Anyway, I love the hunger games and ever since i watched the movie (not as good as the book but better than i expected) i have thought that there was more to Cato's interest in Katniss. So i have decided to write this fanfiction which will consist of 2/3 chapters. Bascially, it is Cato's and Katniss's relationship through the eyes of Clove. I've added a few things in that weren't in the book to make it a little more original but nothing major: just a few things that Cato does that could have been fitted in to the book without the plot changing but were, obviously, not. So i hope you enjoy!

CLOVE POV

The Banshee like screams pierced my ears as I watched the greasy strands of black hair clinging to seam girl's face. Murky brown orbs stared widely at the petite blonde in front of her. The white material that blanketed the peacekeepers skin reflected the blankness of their hearts as their arms formed a wall between the dark haired girl and the much smaller blonde. The blonde couldn't have been much older than the number of her district. This was, probably, her first reaping.

"I volunteer!" shrieked the dirt covered banshee just before the white wall of arms crumbled before her.

District 12's first volunteer.

Others may have thought it fascinating: I thought it pathetic and predictable. Only someone from the outer districts would think that being a part of the Hunger games was anything less than an honour and only someone from those very same outer districts would deprive one of their own family members that same honour. As the blonde girl was carried away, desperately trying to capture her sister's hand, the banshee slowly walked up the stone steps towards the blindingly pink figure that was Effie Trinket.

Katniss Everdeen was the girl's name.

After the male tribute, a boy named Peeta, was called from the crowd of festering vermin I turned to look at Cato. Just as I was about to deliver a biting remark on how weak and pathetic the majority of this year's tributes were I noticed the way Cato's eyes focused on the face of the seam girl. Like his gaze was caught in the black widow's web.

As far as I had ever known the depths of Cato's so called 'windows to the soul' have never existed. They were usually filled with manipulation and resembled the green of the snake that hissed into Eve's ear. Voice dripping with charm and seduction, masking his true intentions, he would whisper for her to bite the apple and relish in the feel of its juice gushing down her throat. But, at this very moment those eyes were swimming with fascination.

"Cato? Cato!"

"What!"

"Aww, has little Cato got a crush?"

"Don't be ridiculous!" He hissed as his eyes took on a look similar to jagged edges of broken glass.

"Well, I'm sure you'll find a way to get in to her bed, or her in to yours. I suppose it depends on if you're dead set on beastiality with the vermin of district 12"

He gave me a sharp glare before stomping out the room.

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I watched as his eyes darted along her body: lapping it up like she was the last drop of water under the sun. Her hair no longer slick with grease, her skin no longer soiled with soot and her hands wrapped around the metal curve of a bow some people would have called her beautiful and fierce. But I could see the way her body quivered under the gaze of the gamemakers. A spike of unexpected jealousy stabbed at me as I watched the way Cato looked at her. I don't understand! How can he be attracted to such a creature. A creature that is clearly marked prey. Why does he want her so much when all I want is to feel the bliss of burying by blade in to her heart?

He has always enjoyed slowly stripping the innocence from young girls piece by piece. And I have always enjoyed watching him to it. Watching how they squirmed when ever he was near: first in fear, then infatuation and then in pleasure. He is a puppet master; he pulls the strings of their heads and hearts until all of those weak and feeble strings have snapped. Moving on to his next conquest he leaves a mess of tattered crimson thread behind him.

He's, probably, one of the reasons that our district is full of soulless and sadistic bitches.

But this is different; if he wants to destroy a girl he never lets his interest go unnoticed. He never lets them feel unwanted until the end when he breaks their heart.

He peruses them like the ruthless bastard he is.

So why does he watch her from a far?

Because of lover boy?

Doubtful.

It's because he sees something different in her.

Something that I am blind to.

He captures my gaze with eyes narrowed. We both know neither of us are supposed to be here. Before there is time for us to do anything else we snap toward the sudden sound of startled gasps coming from the mouths of the gamekeepers. There, in the stalls, lay a roasted pig lying idly on a platter. The apple, which used to be trapped between the animal's jaws, was now pinned to the wall. The end of an arrow protruded from its blood red body.

"Katniss Everdeen. I thank you all for your time," the fire girl says sarcastically while giving a theatrical bow to the gamemakers.

I was surprised; I really didn't think she had it in her.

Even if it was an incredibly stupid idea.

But Cato didn't seem to think so; a broad smile lit up his face as his hand came to his mouth to stifle the chuckles. He watched her intently as she walked out the room. Amusement and respect were clear in those green orbs.

A bitter sigh left my lips. I walked stiffly from the room.

What does he think he's doing?

Hi, so what da ya think? The next chapter will be them in the hunger games but that will probably be the final chap unless i decide to be cruel/kind (depends on your opinion) and push it up to 3. The more reviews i get the faster i update. Simples *squeak*