A/N I recently actually read the first of the Hunger Games books. Previous to this I had only read Number One Fan of Journey's Brutal series. They were incredible. This story is supposed to come after those. I will probably make references to them every here and there, but it isn't necessary to read those at all. Sorry if the names are a little too weird. I'm horrible at coming up with them.

This is taking the Naruto characters, changing their names, making them normal humans and sticking them in Panem. Basically, it's an AU. Nothing Naruto except looks and personalities will appear. Katniss and Peeta will not be making an appearance, nor will any of the other characters (actually Haymitch does have a chance of showing up). It is the Hunger Games from a previous year. It isn't necessary for you to know anything about Naruto for this to make sense. Technically this should be a crossover, but really it has so little Naruto anything in it it's not really worth putting it in that section.

District 2-Joshen-17-boy

When I wake up the sun is already shining. Big surprise! I slept in. Who cares anyway. I know I don't, and that's all that matters.

I drag my still mostly asleep body from my bed and to my closet. I need be dressed at least somewhat nicely today. It's reaping day after all, and today I will be volunteering. It's my year. I'm ready. I can't wait to go spill some blood. My hands are tingling just thinking about it.

Finally I grab a plain black sleeveless shirt and plain black pants to wear, along with a red belt and shoes. I would prefer to be topless but my mother won't approve as it is. She thinks anything I wear today will reflect on her, and if I'm dressed poorly the whole country will mock her. Stupid woman. No one will even know who she is.

I slick back my prematurely white hair. Why is it white? According to the doctors, it's because when I first entered the training program it put a lot of stress on my body and mind. I hated it at first but now I don't really care.

My mom glares at me when I finish stomping down the stairs and flop into a chair.

"You're not going to wear that are you?" she huffs.

"Yeah I am," I smirked back, gulping a glass of water down in one go. My mom sighs. She drops a plate of eggs and a stale chunk of bread in front of me, scowling.

"Then eat your breakfast and get out of my sight." Frustrated with me as always, poor woman. She won't mind so much when I come back from the games filthy rich.

I swallow down my breakfast and jump up from the table. My Dad never even acknowledged my presence. Like I care. Maybe I'll lift some weights until time to go. Might as well keep in shape for the games. I smile and head to my room where my weights are waiting for me.

District 5-Caynie-17-girl

It's still fairly early. I've just woken up, and one glance outside proves today to be a rainy one. Just as well. No one likes reaping day anyway, we might as well be as wet as we are miserable. The escort won't like it, but that just adds a teeny bit of pleasure for us.

I slide out of bed and shiver as my feet touch the cold floor. The sound of dripping resonates from the corner of my room like it always does when it rains. I'm surprised it's not worse though, so I don't mind.

Because of the reaping I will be wearing my best dress today. It's a sad old black thing that fits my shape well and has no holes in it. That's why it's my best dress. And I think it's very suited for reaping day. Why not go ahead and start mourning the poor twenty three kids who will be dying?

I am deciding whether to pull my hair back or leave it down when my brother, fourteen year old Kip, bursts into my room. His best clothes are a plain brown shirt and dark green pants. Our cheeks are the only colorful thing about us.

When we were young my father and mother tattooed red triangles on our faces. He liked to say we were so wild the color was needed so he could keep track of us. But I think it is because it was a tradition in my mothers family. She has them as well. I really miss my Dad. He died a few years ago.

"Kip! What are you doing in my room? Can't you ever knock?"

"Sorry," he shrugged, his dog barking his agreement.

"Sure," I mutter.

"Mom sent me to get you. She says if you don't get your hide down there in five minutes she'll give your food to the dogs."

"Okay, okay, I'm coming," I say, slipping my shoes on quickly and running after him.

District 1-Deyda-16-boy

My hair is so freaking tangled! I love my bright yellow locks but sometimes its not worth the effort it takes to take care of it. Anyhow, today is my day. I'm going to the Hunger Games this year! I can't wait!

I'm hoping that I'll be able to make some explosives or something there. If I have a few materials I could. I know how to make it. I've done it before. After all, art is an explosion. The magnificence of a single moment. Death. People are art because life is so fleeting, so fragile, that every moment counts. I intend to instigate many moments of fine art in the weeks to come.

I've just finish brushing out my hair when someone bangs on my door. "Shuttup, hmm!" I scream, and hurl my brush at the door. It slams into it loudly and thumps to the floor. I hear someone- I assume it's one of my younger siblings (I have five younger siblings and no older ones)- running down the hall screaming for my parents about me being mean or something. Maybe I'm a bit high strung today, but admittedly I can't actually say that I will ever spend another morning here for sure, though my chances are much higher than normal people's.

My little brothers and sisters are all spoiled brats. None of them are training to go to the games because "once I win prestige and honor-not to mention money- for my family there would be no need for them to go." Tch. If I do win I will not share with my family. I'm the weirdo that they all hate anyway. For the most part they don't care what I do just as long as I win the games for them and stay out of their way. Well, if I win the games, it will be for me, not them.

I jump up and run to the door and open it enough for the top half of my body to stick out as I scream "Whatever, uh," I pause for a second contemplating. I don't know if it was one of my brothers or one of my sisters. I have three sisters so it's slightly more likely to have been one of those. "she says shes lying!" I duck back into the room and slam the door. I walk back to my dresser and tie part of my hair back up on my head. There. Now all I need to do is get dressed.

Since my family actually does care how I look today, they have supplied me with a red shirt with a black vest and red pants. I suppose it's good. I do care about how I look, but it's not that important.