Hi, so I'm new if you can't tell :P I'm just starting out so plz be gentle.
A bit of backstory for why I'm writing this fic is because I've only seen one fic quite like this one.
I've been guest reading on this site since I was 9 and only recently turned 18, yay!
Anyway I hope you enjoy this story!
I DON'T OWN HUNGER GAMES OR NARUTO!
Chapter 1: The smouldering embers
Naruto was tired, his world was dieing and even as the planet fell into chaos there were still people willing to kill one another.
Naruto had lived 10,000 years after the Great Shinobi War, unchanging and eternal, having become immortal after sealing the tailed beasts within himself to keep them from the hands of those who would use them for war.
He eventually released them, having learned how to open portals to other dimensions.
He spent most of his time as a nomad, learning about the cultures and arts of the world. Unable to settle down because if he ever did the other countries would throw a tantrum. He was done with helping people anyway, nothing ever came of it and people went back to fighting eventually.
His will of fire had burnt out, now nothing more than ashes.
He had dedicated a long while of his life studying the art of fuinjutsu, having learned it was the art his family had specialized in. It had eventually led him to what he was doing now.
He dragged his paintbrush around the wide forest clearing, the rest of the ground and even some of the trees already covered in miniscule runes and symbols that would open the portal to another dimension and allow his soul to connect to a child yet to be born, in the hopes that he could have a childhood, a new start.
He was a fair bit different from his old self. His once easily excitable personality now a peaceful content hum of what it once was.
Adding the final few symbols that would be his new start he looked around at what was once his homeland, now less than ruins and ten miles from the nearest human settlement, it was here that his friends and family lived and died, and it would be here that he was reborn.
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He floated in and out of consciousness for months, getting subtle impressions from outside his mother's womb every now and again. He had sent a shadow clone to observe and learn of the outside world some time ago and had discovered the worlds dystopian nature.
A capital city in which the rich and fortunate lived while others lived in squalor and had to yearly turn over two children to be killed in ritual combat. Not exactly what he had wanted for his new start but whatever.
It had taken only days for him to get bored of just sitting around and he had begun to plan. Having lived as long as he had he developed the ability to sense changes, much like the elder toad saw his birth and its changes to the world, he to could sense it. The tide of change, the flame of rebellion.
A child of prophecy was going to be born soon, and it would change everything.
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I was born on a relatively gray day, my father was a baker and his wife a rather rude woman who really shouldn't be around children. I was the first of three brothers eventually and was named Peeta. My early years were spent first in the bakery sitting around unless told what to do, which I was perfectly okay with as it gave me time to meditate and gather chakra and do stretches.
By the time my brothers were born however it became obvious to me that my mother didn't like my father, not in the way that she didn't love him but because she was second best. My father on my first day of school at five pointed out to me the daughter of the woman he wanted to marry but said she married a coal miner instead. Apparently he was such a good singer that all the birds would stop to listen.
In music class that same day I understood. Having lived a long time I had heard many types of music, learned both how to play and sing songs over my travels, but the Everdeen family had a gift. I could feel nature chakra harmonize with her voice to create a sort of genjutsu. It made me curious and I watched her closely since then.
I had never spoken to her, at least not until that day. But ever since then I knew and had helped her whenever I could.
It was raining that day. I had seen her starving and so burned the bread. My mother had hit me 'for being so clumsy' and I had given it to her, but it was her eyes that had made me do it. Her father had died in a mining accident not to long ago and I could see her soul, what once was a flame now smothered by her tears of sadness.
From then on I helped her whenever I could; helped her aim, taught her to throw knives, supported her whenever I could because I had sworn never to see that look on her face again.
I had spent whole days in the forest with her but she also had another friend who she confided in and so I stayed away on those trips. I was foolish to think that I would be able to keep myself from falling for her. Not in the personality sense anyway, she just had a way about her that made my will of fire burn again. She didn't even know that she had it.
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I stared into the mirror. I had grown taller, even taller than in my first life. More muscular too. I now stood a good 7 feet tall and with a swimmers build. Today I wore a tie, white button up shirt and black pants with black dress shoes.
It was different that what he traditionally wore but today was supposed to be special, I was going to another reaping. It would be my fourth ever reaping and as much as I hated to watch I knew that there was nothing I could do, I wasn't the child of destiny, this wasn't really my world, my self imposed job was to help her as much as possible.
Hesitantly I sent my reflection one last look, then I left the house. Joining the crowd of slow marching children as they made their way to the reaping. I lived in the richer part of town but even so, the streets reminded me of wave, poverty everywhere.
Slowly I followed, watching as the younger children cling to their parents and older siblings like lifelines. The older children just marching resolutely.
He slowed down as he approached the peacekeepers, each armed with a tool to identify each person from the district. It also made sure that no one was skipping out. As he approached he caught sight of Katniss and her family. I shook my head as I thought about waving, now wasn't the time.
"Next"
The voice of the peacekeeper broke through his trance. I blinked then allowed the peacekeeper to take his blood, moving on swiftly afterwards. I lined up with all the other 16 year old boys all dressed similarly and waved to the few he knew as friends. In the crowd he could still see some younger children crying as they held onto the older kids, it was heartbreaking, not being able to tell them that it would be okay.
The reaping started as usual. At two the mayor began his repetitive speech which could have been shortened to "The capital is great, never betray the capital" but the capital had a flair for dramatics so the speech was stretched out as long as possible.
I smile as Haymitch stumbles onto the stage. In truth I could see why he drinks, almost feel for him but not quite.
The mayor attempts to recover from Haymitch's entrance by introducing Effie Trinket, a capital woman who I can only barley stand. Not because of her personality or sense of style but because she seems practically cheerful at sending children to their deaths. He actually snorts as she tries to wrestle Haymitch off her, his respect for the man doubling.
She smiles, her hair slightly out of place and says "Happy hunger games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!"
She rattles on about the honor of being chosen to fight for their districts, appearing enthusiastic despite everyone knowing that she really just wants to switch to a better district.
Finally after what seems like hours it's time to draw the names.
The woman as she always does says "Ladies first!" and crosses to the ball with the girls names. I stiffen as she pulls out a name.
Lucky it's not Katniss.
It's worse.
"Primrose Everdeen!"
The moment the name is called I know what will happen, Prim slowly, shakily makes her way to the stage, I can see the tears in her eyes and grit my teeth.
"Prim!"
Katniss is yelling for her sister.
"Prim!"
She's pushing through the crowd and he hears the words he knows will change the world, this is the moment of prophecy.
"I volunteer!" She pushes Prim behind her "I volunteer as tribute!"
I watch as Prim sobs, clinging to Katniss, I watch as Gale pulls her off and she screams, I watch her introduce herself, I watch as people hold out three fingers (a old symbol of goodbye) and Haymitch saving her from an emotional meltdown.
I watch as Effie reaches into the other bowl, and even before my name is called I know what will happen, I can feel it. She pauses for a moment to read the card.
"Peeta Mellark"
I make my way to the stage. Katniss looks almost catatonic as I look into her eyes.
Effie goes on about something in the background, neither of us are paying much attention as a silent conversation goes on between us.
"And now you two" Effie addresses us "Shake hands"
I slowly offer mine and Katniss accepts. The anthem plays and even as it ends we don't let go. I squeeze it once and she squeezes back.
Man that was long! Okay I need to say this, I took inspiration from another fanfiction writer so if you see similarities that's why, go check it out it's called "No Longer Watching" by XoverMasta
I'm only going to be posting every week or so depending on college. It just depends.
Also let me know how you felt about it. I struggled writing it on a slow part since ADHD but I tried so I hope it came out okay!
Thanks for reading!
Bye!