Hello All, here we have another product of my procrastination, it will be somewhat slashy and a little sad, though I'm sure you'll all read on. In this there will be phrases I use which will be offensive, discouraging and I wouldn't be at all suprised if any of this was is a Hunger Games AU, with Peeta and Cato as the shipped. My errors are my own as I am infamous for my lack of editing. Do review. I enjoy reading the immensely, and so we begin another tale which may or may not end.

I was born in the waning years of a dying nation. I was in service to the mayor of District 12 for long before I could even remember. I was a maid. I'd dust the tarnished valuables and polish the second rate furniture of a bankrupt middle class.
I was as it seemed, part of the house itself. While the mayor and his family were never cruel to me, they were never particularly kind either.
I lived in a dying world, in my world food was scarce, we lived a harsh life at times, being in service to the mayor I rarely went without my rice but often it was in a small portion.

I spent my early years in that household, knowing little to nothing if the world beyond my own, around the time of my tenth birthday which passed quickly with not exchange of gifts as I would have expected came a letter.

I too had a mother

I left the next day with the housekeeper; Gerda to go to my mothers, it was a bakery in the merchant district, the very one I had walked past with Gerda while we shopped, she as I remember would always go in alone and would tell me to wait outside.

My mother was not who I expected. I was in a small aged room dimly lit with old oil lamps. She looked at me from her chair as if I were an alien being from the stars. Around her were two young men, both were my brothers, one would commit suicide and the other would die in the mines.

I did not stay long.

I pause here to give my personal word on this, I implore you to read on. If you should by chance become a parent, if you should be dam or sire to a human being with a human heart, and if you should have a human heart. I stress the point that if it exhausts every bit of your energy, continue to do so until your child can stand alone in the world, I want you to do your duty as a parent and hold the child's hand and never leave them alone in the world, do your duty as a parent.

It was several months later when a man who was unlike any we would see in the district came to the mayors house, only for one afternoon, we had never seen him, Gerda and I and knew not who he was. He was tall and broad shouldered, like one of the mayors Grecian busts. His eyes held an icy inferno of blues, he frightened me, as he did my junior another maid.

This man as I would soon find out was a victor from the Hunger Games, Titus Hadley was his name.

Hitherto I'd no idea that I would be sent into service again, but this time it. It was nothing I could have ever expected. I would go into service in a world where East meets West. I was to become Geisha, one of those beautiful people with their silk robes and the White faces, who entertained and were kind and sometimes, if they were lucky, Loved.