Summary: Zuko and Katara are two different kids from one gigantically poor district…district twelve. When Katara takes Zuko's sister place in the Hunger Games and Zuko is chosen for the games, what will happen? What will the capitol do about Zuko and Katara's abilities? Will they have another winning chance at the games?

Foreword:

Generally it's going to be very similar to the book, I needed it to be convenient to give Zuko, and Katara last names, so don't kill me…they're not going to be based on their element more like strange though "Normal" last names. For example, Zuko Takenaka and Katara Hamasaki (Okay her last name is beach or spring but I like it! She's an exception.) Japanese named because I want to, I want to say it might be a hard long way into making this…a great story. I am not confident that I will get reviews or anything I have seen many not get reviews but at least read it…please. I do not own Avatar the last airbender or the Hunger Games please enjoy.

Chapter One

The seam

Zuko 3rd person point of view, (Might be first person)

His eyes fluttered open as the sun came up. Golden rays shined through the blinds of the room. Golden eyes shined as bright as the sun and pierced the world. His golden eyes. His fingers stretched each one flexing giving him reminiscence of a cat waking up from his daily nap. He sat up and realized that his sister, Lai Takenaka was snuggled with his father. He sat up and his pale fingers brushed black strands of twisted locks out of his bright golden eyes. Zuko Takenaka couldn't help but do this morning ritual every day. He knew, when his twelve-year-old sister, Lai gets bad dreams she snuggled up with his father. He liked his mother better but family is family. Zuko sat up as the sun rose rapidly above the horizon he pushed the precious silk sheets off his body and slid into a pair of boots that he used most every day, to go to school, to go to the Hob, to hunt, these were his everyday boots. Despite the fact he lived in the Seam, the outermost place in District Twelve they enjoyed the luxury of having red silk to sleep with, father pleaded with him not to trade the red silk for some bread that would fill them for a month, or several squirrels plus some marmalade from the market. It's not like they could make their own marmalade with the fresh berries beyond the fence of District twelve. Zuko despite the fact he was only sixteen years old he kept this household together and made sure that they had something well to eat about once a day, if he is lucky, more than once.

He went out to the kitchen and smiled there was two small jars one of fresh marmalade, probably made from the berries he and his buddy, Aang gathered last week and one of creamy butter enough to slather on a small loaf of bread. He picked up the note left by Lai,

Just in case, Happy Hunger Games.

L.T.

Right! He mentally slapped himself for forgetting this day. Today was the one hundred and seventh annual Hunger Games. District Twelve has won a number of three times one by the legendary Katniss Everdeen another in the same Games Peeta Mellark, and the last Haymitch Abernathy. Those were three winners living in the lap of luxury but Haymitch passed away and Katniss died in the seventy-fifth quarter quell. Peeta was the only victor alive now. His job is to mentor District Twelve tributes, and he's pretty good at giving the tributes advice. He gathered up the jars of butter and marmalade and slid the jars into his pocket, then he walked out of the house and to the fence that ended Panem, or it is now, District thirteen was bombed because of the rebellion. He checked to hear if the fence was still on, electrified or not, it did it's job in keeping the flesh eaters out of their district. He slid under the space that was coincidentally hidden from everybody. There were rumors that the victor, Katniss would slide under this very spot to hunt everyday before she moved to victor's village.

He slid under the gaped electrified fence and picked up his silvery gold silver bow and arrow. Zuko's father said that it was an ancient art, archery; his family has passed down the archery tradition to their children for thousands of years. The Yu Yan archers themselves handled these silver gold weapons and used them for justice, self-defense and survival. This was silver and gold, no joke silver and gold and therefore very precious just like the red sheets, but Zuko was more in touch with this weapon than any other, thus making him horrified if he had to trade them or turn them in. True, they could always sell these weapons for good money but the problem is, he might get shot. Heck he could be whipped daily for hunting in the forest. He met up with his thirteen year old buddy, Aang, they met when he was fourteen and Aang was only ten years old going into the forest learning and investigating his intricate rope snare that he uses for catching food…it worked when he was lazy and didn't want to physically hunt so he put out rope snares then approached the struggling animal with a knife. Despite the fact that Aang killed animals he loved them all and couldn't help but tear up when Zuko would approach it cautiously with a knife. Aang's wide gray eyes would widen in sadness when it died and he would go ahead and gather some of the fresh berries for Marmalade. His hair was brown and messy and short and he had tattoos that were in the shape of an arrow on his forehead it was on the top of his hands also and probably framing his entire body. Zuko sat on a broken log and took out the marmalade and the butter, "I got the butter and Marmalade a gift from Lai," Zuko said.

"I traded a squirrel for a nice long baguette, good thing Lai realized sooner," Aang pulled out a brown bag and a warm baguette. Zuko took the bread and inhaled the luscious scent of life in his hands, "mmm it's still warm," Aang gave Zuko a hopeful look and his eyes widened and said, "no, ohhh no," He knew that look Aang wanted Zuko to keep it warm using his mutant fire power. Aang had the wind mutant power and maybe some people had the earth or water mutant power. This gene was passed down Zuko's family for thousands of years. He learned the art of "firebending'" and Aang mastered the wind element called, "airbending" he was a prodigy. Aang stripped the bushes behind him of blackberries and he said, "Right! Happy Hunger Games!" "And may the odds," He began with a strangely accurate capitol accent, "be ever in your favor!" Zuko finished with an equally accurate accent. Ozai told him stories that they lived in District one until they found out Zuko carried the Fire gene so they went to the outer districts to keep themselves from being seen. His mother didn't carry the gene so neither did Lai but Ozai and Zuko both carried the gene so they moved to the most discreet places: District twelve and for so long they lived there. In fact many gene-carrying mutants were there too, he guessed it was the safest for them. Aang has no parents, they both died in a mine explosion and Zuko only had Lai and Ozai his mother disappeared one night. Things were pretty rough in the Seam and no one was rich but it seemed to make them more aware, faster, smarter, and stronger than someone who lived in luxury.

End of Chapter one.

Yes it's quite short but it's the first chapter it will take some time to, you know, update but that's the way things are. This is it, the first chapter. At least read and please I appreciate saying that other stories might be your favorite but please review.