Author's note: Apparently this isn't the first BH6/Hunger Games crossover. Yay! I checked the website, and there is one, but I decided I would write my own. Anyways, huge thanks to all reviewers! Enjoy!

Hiro's POV

I woke up with the distinct feeling that something was wrong. At first, it evaded me. It was a beautiful day. May it was the lack of Tadashi's comforting presence, but I knew where he'd be. Probably out in the woods hunting with his friend. Well, that was a bit of a stretch…

I never knew what to think of Tadashi's 'friend'. She gave me the impression that if she wanted to, she could put a knife, arrow, axe, sharp item, anything she got her hands on, through my head and not feel bad about it even for a second. She somehow survived on her own. Technically, she shouldn't have been allowed to, but Tadashi protected her by pretending she was our sister sometimes. I can't even count the number of times I'd come home to find her sitting in the kitchen, talking quietly with Tadashi. They tried to avoid it as much as they could. She made our parents nervous. She made me nervous enough as it was. And I knew she wouldn't hurt me.

Then again, there were times when I wasn't sure. Like the night she and Tadashi had gotten into a fight. Tadashi had broken her arm. She had given him a black eye and dislocated his shoulder. After that, I had taken to hiding whenever she was around. I didn't want to run into her. I think Tadashi was the only person in the entire district that wasn't either afraid or mistrusting of her.

A minute later I heard footsteps, and then Tadashi was standing beside me.

"Hey bro."

"Morning 'Dashi…" I muttered.

"Tired?" he asked, smiling and ruffling my hair.

I batted his hand away. "Yeah… don't touch my hair…"

Tadashi smiled and laughed, helping me out of bed. Again, I felt that feeling of wrongness.

"Tadashi, is she here?" I asked, glancing at the small hallway that led to our kitchen.

He nodded.

"Can you make her leave…?"

Tadashi sighed. "Hiro, you know she's perfectly safe. She's my friend. But yeah, if you want."

A minute later, he had disappeared down the hallway. I heard Tadashi talking to her, then the door closing. She must have left.

I came into the kitchen, to find that I was right. My mom and dad were up, talking over our meager breakfast of grains. There was some meat too- Tadashi would have brought that in from hunting. I always told him he shouldn't- it was technically illegal- but he did it anyways.

Mom and dad looked troubled. Maybe they felt the wrongness that I did. But that would be weird. It was probably about two totally different things. That would make sense.

"Hiro," mom said, "go get dressed. The special outfit."

For a moment I was confused. Why the special outfit? What was going on today?

Then I remembered what it was. The reason things felt wrong. Today is the reaping. Where I'll have to stand by while people I know- maybe friends, maybe even my own brother- are taken away to the Hunger Games, where I get to spend about a week watching them die. It's painful, but mandatory. When I was younger, my parents managed to spare me from the bloodshed. But they can only do so much. Now that I'm 14, I have to watch it. I've made it through two years without being picked. But who knows? Maybe this year something might go wrong. I could get picked. Or Tadashi could.

The reaping was this afternoon. So only a few hours away. I'm sorry, but sleep is important to human survival.

Both Tadashi and I got dressed in the outfits that were set aside for special occasions- like the reaping. Though why that was special, I'll never know. We watched people die. That wasn't special- not in the slightest.

We made it down to the square before it started. There was a roped off section, which we entered. I look around for her- Tadashi's friend- but didn't find her. Until Tadashi pulled me forwards to the front. We ended up right beside her.

She gave me a small half-smile. "Hey Hiro."

"Hey Gogo…"

"How are you doing?"

"Fine."

"Today's the day…" she shook her head. "Good luck, Hiro."

"You too."

We waited as everybody filed in. A few more people joined our section. Most of the people in the square were family, friends of family, and people too old to have to be subjected to the reaping. I had to go further back, after giving Tadashi one more hug. He was 18, and I this was his last year of being in danger. All he had to do was make it through this year, and he would be safe. Safe. He'd never have to go the Hunger Games.

I wouldn't have to see him die.