I do not own the Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins does. I only own Tim Lansing and Dahlia Snow.

Title: Hunger Games Book One: Samurai no Hi

Author: GX7

Summary: The grandson of President Snow has returned to Panem for only one thing. A revolution against the grandfather that banished him to southern Asia.

Author's Note: A different take on the Hunger Games trilogy. It'll be split over three stories and all three won't be very long. Like not novel size long, maybe nine chapters as the Hunger Games books all have twenty-seven chapters. The name Samurai no Hi is Japanese for Samurai of Fire.

Chapter 1

I was given a letter from Seneca Crane of Panem... A letter telling me it's time to return home to stop my grandfather's tyranny against the twelve districts. My name is Tim Lansing, I'm the unknown and lost grandson of President Coriolanus Snow. The current dictator of Panem, a oppressed nation. My great grandfather died and left the entire nation to Coriolanus.

The bastard continued to punish the districts with these gladiatorial games involving teenagers, the Hunger Games. Where children between the ages of twelve to eighteen are sent into an arena with only one rule. Only one child can leave the arena, the rest must die.

I say goodbye to the samurai clan that has took me in and trained me in the ways of sword fighting and gun fighting This new age of Samurai no longer fights with one melee or ranged weapon. Instead they've combined a firearm with a beam blade that can be re-sized at will, called Gunblades. These weapons allow a samurai of the Oriental Jade Empire's Japan Region, to fire at their enemy or even run in for melee combat. What is also great about the gunblades is the adjustable beam blade on the bottom of the barrel. It can be set to any of the three swords that a ancient samurai would use.

I was accepted and trained by the Imperial Special Forces of the Japan Region, the Suzaku Clan, otherwise known as the Clan of the Fire bird We clan members actually learn "magic", it's not true magic as we can generate fire through pyrokinesis using nanomachines inside our bodies. The Seiryu Clan is the Air Force Clan and they train in telekinesis. The Genbu Clan, or the Navy and Marines, use cryokinesis or the ability to generate ice. However the Byakko Clan is given nanomachines to make themselves stronger than the average human. For some odd reason, I was given nanomachines to help harness the powers of fire, though I have never had the need for them before. As far back as I could remember, I was able to generate fire. Which led me to being banished, and labeled as a failure and as a reject, by my grandfather. I have no idea why he called me those things and then banished me to the Pacific Ocean, where I ultimately found the islands of Japan.

Anyway I walked down to the nearby airport, where planes and hovercraft from all over the world gather to drop off or pick up passengers and take them to another country of this world. However nobody goes to Panem anymore. It had something to do with when my great great grandfather founded Panem. He forced the Districts to give all of their harvested resources to the Capitol, and in order to show off Panem's military might. Panem bombed every capitol city of every nation in the world. The end result was that nobody was going to mess with Panem ever again, but in reality they were planning to liberate Panem. They had to wait for almost a hundred years to begin their invasion. The Earth Federation has been planning up until now. And first off the bat, the Oriental Jade Empire was given the task of invading first. But they needed someone on the inside of the Capitol, someone who can create a distraction by forming a second rebellion among the Districts. The Federation has called District 13 of Panem to help out with this distraction. I am going back to my former homeland for that very reason. It's time to stop the madness that Grandpa Snow has continued for almost fifty years. It's time to bring liberty, peace, truth and justice to Panem. Something they never experienced ever.

I walk into the airport and spot my escort back to Panem, Plutarch Heavensbee, vice head gamemaker of the Hunger Games. I recognize that purple robe anywhere, does he wear the same robe everyday?

"How have you been doing old friend?" he asked me. We shake hands and hug, it really has been two years since we last saw each other.

"How did you guys find me?" I ask.

"Well it just so happens that Seneca and I have been told that you were here by President Coin in District 13."

"Imagine that..." I reply with a smile. I have his assistant, Fulvia, take my bags. Which don't consist of much, just a bag with my training gi and clothes that I wear around the city of Neo Tokyo. Plutarch escorts me onto a private hovercraft bound for the Capitol. Luckily the staff on board are all rebels of District 13. We climb aboard and as the hovercraft takes to the sky, we look out and see the invasion army getting ready for departure. The black sea turtle shaped ships of the Genbu Clan are being loaded with the Byakko Clan's white tiger quadrupedal legged tanks and wheeled vehicles. The black tortoise ships are used to transport Navy and Marine personnel to battle. The Seiryu Clan's dragon shaped jet fighters and bombers are being loaded with their ammunition. Finally all Byakko Clan, and Suzaku Clan personnel are being loaded onto vermillion firebird shaped hovercraft. The invasion will begin in a few days, maybe even a few weeks.

"Are you ready for the task ahead?" Plutarch asks me. I can only sigh and reply...

"As ready as I'll ever be. I just hope I have mastered my mysterious powers."

"In order to keep your identity hidden, so your grandfather will never learn that you've snuck back into Panem. I'm giving you a job as a Gamemaker, as well as a set of robes to help you blend in with the rest of us."

"Yay..." I say. "I get to decide how innocent children should die. Just what I need on my mind right now."

"Oh on the contrary, you only have to help decide the training scores." Plutarch said with a chuckle. "In fact during the games, we're sneaking you into the arena on the night of the interviews."

Me? Inside the arena for one night before the tributes are sent inside? If this is the distraction needed to begin the invasion, then I have to do something to upset the tides of the Games. Or else the distraction would be in vain. Plus... How do I know that all of the Gamemakers are members of the Rebellion? They could be double agents, just waiting to expose everything to Grandpa Snow at a moment's notice. If they tell him about our plans. The invasion won't succeed and the entire world will be punished, along with the Districts.

I guess I better put my path to destiny into the hands of the Gods... They won't lead me astray... Will they?

XXX

It's kind of boring the last day, and I know it's only a two day trip. Fulvia and Plutarch talked with other Capitol staff members about the latest news and gossip that is taking place in Panem right now. Even this new bit about Head Peacekeeper Romulus Thread receiving the Presidential Medal of Valor for killing a group of "rebels". The conversation of that went on to explain that Thread broke into a old warehouse in District 11, and then gunned everyone down without even getting a confession. So nobody knows if they were really rebels planning to begin the distraction needed, or just a bunch of people meeting after a long day in the fields. I've always hated Thread, in fact he was the one that caught me when I incidentally set the tribute training center gym on fire. He whipped me and forced me to confess. Which didn't take long, as I DID set the gym on fire. He was going to execute me when grandpa told him to spar me, but grandpa just sentenced me to eternal exile from Panem. I was taken to District 3, put on a boat and arrived in Japan a couple of weeks later. It seems the boat was destined to arrive in Japan. Maybe by fate or by the computer navigation systems on board. But I had no hand in it.

After the conversation about Thread being a monster like grandpa, it got boring once more. It only took another day and two hours to finally arrive in the Capitol. Plutarch gave me the only robe he had with him and to wear the hood up, so I can't be identified. He also gave me false identities to ensure my cover is complete. Besides they could recognize me through my purple, genetically altered hair and eyes. A birthday present when I was seven years old from you guessed it... Grandpa Snow...

XXX

We finally arrive at a hover pad in the Capitol. We disembark and we are told to go through security, to show that we didn't leave the country. Well, we did, but Plutarch was able to make it look like we didn't. Once we got through security and retrieved our baggage, Plutarch took us to the Gamemakers' mansion.

You see the Gamemakers live together in the same mansion, near the training center. There Gamemakers plan for future Hunger Games and what traps they will set for the tributes. There I learn they were all part of the rebellion. They are human beings like very few in the Capitol are... At dinner I told them everything about the invasion. They seemed satisfied and joyful that after years of the Hunger Games. They will finally see a new era of peace, truth and justice come to Panem. For years Panem has been living in a era of lies, corruption, oppression and murder. What grandpa has been preaching all this time. Wasn't truth and justice, but the previously mentioned things. He's the champion of evil, but at least he's honest about it.

After dinner, it's time for the recap of the Reaping Which is mandatory all across Panem. I know that even District 13 would have to watch them. Despite being free from the Capitol's control. I notice nothing really interesting with this year's tributes. Including the twelve year old girl tribute from District 11 or the D10 boy tribute with the bad leg. It's always the same every year, the Capitol shows that they can really punish the Districts by sending in disabled and even twelve year old children. As a testament to how god like they are... They're not deities, they're not angels. No the people of the Capitol are demons, monsters, devils. They only do this to show that the Districts are at their mercy, that even God Himself is at their mercy. But I notice that the girl tribute from District 12 volunteer for her twelve year old sister. Katniss Everdeen was her name... I like her, she has spunk that Haymitch Abernathy mentioned, but I know she has more. She has the will to survive, and I can see she's been having to lean on that will and the skills to go with it. I can tell she had to hunt in the woods outside District 12, she's got guts hunting on land that belongs to no one, despite what the Capitol claims. When she enters the arena, I'm sure I will help her realize her full potential... She may be good at survival, but with my help she can become a warrior. A warrior needed as a symbol of the rebellion. A symbol of hope... Ms Everdeen will become the symbol that the Districts needs to stop the tyranny, the oppression and the cruelty of my grandfather. Nothing will stop us... This I know...

Author's Comment: This in no way means that the Memorial Games series. I'm just taking a break from them. What this does mean hoever that I have something to fall back on when I finish the MG series. Because if I make a fourth story in the MG series, it may not work out, as everybody is bored with SYOT stories already. Believe me I know! I only had a couple of submissions, so starting with a whole new cast of submitted characters will not work out in the end. But enjoy this anyway. Because I'm going to continue it.