Normal P.O.V

The day was warm around District 12. The sky was just barely starting to light up, and already Yoshiki was up, looking around his large house. Yeah...He was the mayor's son. He stretched, heading over to the bathroom to brush his teeth, being careful not to overuse water. He might be more wealthy than other people in the district, but that didn't mean he was spoiled and wasted everything. Besides, his parents hated him enough, so he kept his distance from making a fool of himself.

He fixed his hair, looking at himself in the mirror and flinching. His eyes were sharper than ever, his bleached hair not helping at all with his 'delinquent' look. He walked back to his room, getting dressed in his usual white button up shirt, black jacket, and black pants plus running shoes. He headed downstairs, glad his parents were still snoring away as he grabbed an apple, heading out.

The district was just started buzzing to life. A few people already left, heading to the mines, or their jobs. He passed by the bakery, taking a bite of his apple as kids were inside, eating what little they had, while other children or elderly people, who had no way to support themselves, stayed in the streets overnight, begging for food. One particular child was crying, and you could see his ribs poking out, him being shirtless with only ripped pants on. He didn't seem to be able to get up, being weak from hunger.

He stopped as he passed him, looking back as the child wept. He was so small, maybe eight or nine, and already starving in the streets. I look down at my apple. Sure, he had taken just one bite, but he was sure the kid was okay with it. He knelt down, handing the apple out to the boy. The boy looked shocked, before he broke out into a smile that melted his heart as the child took the apple.

"Eat it slowly or you'll get sick." He said, patting his head. "Don't tell anyone it was me. What's your name?"

The boy was too distracted eating his apple that he didn't hear him. Yoshiki repeated his question. The boy looked up, struggling to swallow, and he appeared to be almost full by just a few bites.

"Rhyyouu Yoohiszaaahwa." He tried to say. His speech was...its like he's trying to speak through something. He opened his mouth again to take a bite of the apple, and Yoshiki noticed something that disturbed him greatly.

This boy was An Avox. At such a young age?! Oh, so this must my Ryou Yoshizawa. He heard that the boy had tried to run away multiple times, and was punished and disowned by his parents.

"Nice to meet you, Ryou.." He said, feeling his heart break as he lost himself and his tough standards. "I'm sorry this happened to you. I'm glad I could give you the apple, but I need to get going. Don't eat any more until it sets." He said, wishing he could stay and help him, but he knew how it was. If you hand around an Avox and talk to one...you become one. Though it was surprising Ryou was still here, and not sent off to the capitol to be a slave. Probably since he was too young. He felt terrible for getting up.

Ryou must have been used to it. He didn't make any actions other than waving when Yoshiki got up and continued down to the more poorer parts of town. By now dawn was fully starting, the sky lighting up more every given second. He stopped by a certain girls house, like he has many days before. The house was oddly quiet-until the door open. A girl, with long dark brown-purplish hair and blue eyes walked out. She was older than the girl he was looking for, and was quite startled.

"Ah, Kishinuma." The girl-Hinoe, I think her name was-smiled at me. "Is there something you need?" She was teasing him, of course. She figured it out, after all, he stopped by every other day at dawn. She had eventually confronted him, and somehow made him confess.

He had a crush on Ayumi Shinozaki, Hinoe's sister.

"S-shadup." Great grammar there, Yoshiki. Lets try again. "Do you ever cease to taunt me?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"Never. She's up and at it, so unless you want to be caught here, I suggest you go. You know what day it is today, correct?" Hinoe asked. Yoshiki stared at her, confused, then slapped his forehead.

"Ah, crap! Its the Reaping!" Yoshiki yelled, face palming. Not good. It basically meant 'Death' day to him. Everyone who gets called never came back, not once in his life. And today just happened to be that damned day.

Hinoe nodded. "I don't mean to sound glum, but yes. Now its the day where two people have a death sentence put on their heads. I need to go to my shop and open it for any late people deciding to get new clothes for the reaping." Hinoe said, walking away into the now-buzzing district. He took note of how horribly gloomy it seemed, not one person looked happy or energetic.

He shook his head, constantly being reminded how he hated this day. His usual attempt to be strong faltered. Two people were going to be sent to a death sentence, and he might even know them.

He might even know them. Please, no...don't let anyone he knows get chosen.

Meanwhile, in the house, Ayumi was moving around constantly, making sure everything was set. She wanted to go downtown, already prepared, with her herbs she had gathered. Hunting couldn't be for today, besides, her snare skills were getting worse. Not to mention, it was that day, of all days. Ayumi signed to herself, sorting out each herb. She had to sell enough to make money for breakfast today.

Hinoe had left earlier, and hopefully she could sell enough dresses to help. After all, there are so many people who probably need new dresses and nice clothing before the reaping, she could actually get a lot of money. But the money wouldn't last between her, Hinoe, and her good-for-nothing mother. Honestly, all she did was sit around the house, instead of already getting a job.

She was still upstairs, snoring away. Ayumi grit her teeth, clenching her fists as she put the berries into smaller pouches, each one being labeled for each use. Food, medicine, scents, spices, repellent, they had so many uses.

Ayumi looked in her mirror, deciding she was formal enough. She was in her light blue dress, her hair in twin ponytails. She had taken a cold bath earlier, not having able to afford hot water. What were the chances of her getting chosen? She sighed at the thought. They were slightly high, she had her name in way more times than she could count.

She put her herbs in a dress pocket, heading out and closing the door after her as she walked to her most favorite place, the Hub. It was kind of like a second home with the way people treated her.

"Mornin, Ayumi!" A small voice pipped up. Ayumi look down to see a young girl with long, black hair and pale skin look up at my. Her cousin, Sachiko Shinozaki.

"Hello, Sachiko." She said, remembering how she had lost her mother, Yoshie, in an accident. Sachiko had been a little off, but always lightened up when Ayumi was around. Now she basically lived at the hub, "Anything good they have for breakfast today?" She asked. Sachiko looked around.

Some ordinary people from the Seam, who were usually buzzing with life, were quiet. It seemed like Ayumi and Sachiko were the only ones talking. Sachiko then pointed to Greasy Sae, a bony woman who sells soup from behind a kettle. Mmmh, her soup was always good. Ayumi's stomach rumbled as they both headed over, sitting at one of the tables. Ayumi went over to Greasy Sae.

She quickly offered the berries and herbs used as spices, which was quite a lot. Greasy Sae's expression lit up-She knew more people would buy if it tasted good. She handed her two bowls of soup, fresh and hot. Ayumi quickly headed back to the table, giving Sachiko one of the wooden spoons. They ate in silence, Ayumi melting into the tastes. People take Greasy Sae's soup for granted.

Once finished, making sure to get the last drop, she set how bowl down, thanking Greasy Sae. She looked at Sachiko, who was eating away still, staying silent.

Sachiko was twelve now, and relied much on Ayumi. And Ayumi was proud of her, today would be her first reaping, and she was taking it well so it seemed. She was dressed in a cute red dress, having a red hairclip to keep her hair out of her face. She really was adorable...Ayumi flinched at the thought of her having a chance to get chosen. No...Ayumi put in enough to take care of her and my family, she only has her name in once. Ayumi would never let her put in more.

When Sachiko was done, she smiled up at me. I gathered the bowls and spoons, returning them to Greasy Sae. "Do you want to visit the house, and maybe I can do your hair?" I asked her. Sachiko's expression lit up. That was a yes.

We both exited the hub, walking back to Ayumi's house with full bellies, and ready to take on the reaping with confidence.

A.N: OOOOOOOOH I'M SO HAPPY I cant wait to see how this turns out. I just think as I write, when an idea pops up I save it. If someone had this idea and they think I stole it, DON'T WORRY I DIDN'T MEAN IT I JUST THOUGHT OF IT RIGHT NOW. Tee-hee. So, hungergames, Yoshiki and Ayumi, basically based on those two. Kind of like the Original right. Not really. Um...Please review of how you like it, this is my first Ayushiki fic ;D Hehehe. Enjoy!