A/N at the bottom.

I do not own The Hunger Games or Psycho-Pass.


"Your past is not the problem. We have simply judged the possibilities that lurk in your heart.


"We detect the crime inducement factor from the Psycho-Pass wave. Your crime coefficient is above the acceptable value.


"You have been judged as a 'latent criminal'."


11:57 a.m.

'In three minutes, my future will be decided…' He shook slightly at the prospect, mind running a thousand miles along with his heart. While glancing at his perfectly polished wrist watch, he was startled away by a loud groan beside him. She sounded like she was in actual pain and he held back a small chuckle. He looked up at his friend who was as- if not more- nervous than he. He says friend, but she was actually his cousin. Madge Undersee, the perfect pretty little Senator's daughter, was agonizing over her test results.

"Ugh, I feel so depressed." She sat across from him, a round silver table separating them. They were regulars at the tiny cafe that had opened up about a year ago across the street from his apartment. She had her ankles crossed and her skirt was ironed, not a wrinkle in sight, but above the waist she was a mess. Her head was held him her palms, and her usually perfectly straight white-blond hair was a tangled mess currently being pulled on by her delicate finger tips- he could only hope she didn't get something in construction or manually taxing like that. He'd just feel awful if she did.

"Jeez, Madge. Was your Examination Score that bad?" He asked.

"God, it was the worst." She sighed. He was honestly surprised. Madge, through all the years he'd known her, had one of the most even Psycho-Passes he'd ever seen. Similar to his own. The highest he'd ever seen it was when her mother had first been diagnosed when she was ten. Understandably. "What kind of job will I end up with..? I don't even want to think about it." She shook her head again and his attention was momentarily taken away as a car drove past their table.

When he'd tuned back into the conversation Delly Cartwright, his and Madge's best friend from high school began prattling off as usual, "But in the age before the Capitol System, we all would've had no guarantees in selecting our own occupations." He and Madge nodded along politely, Madge seeming grateful for the guidance and calming words spoken by her bubbly friend. When Delly looked at him, as though asking him if she'd done the right thing, her shot her a wide genuine smile. For all the years that Madge and Delly had known each other, Delly had never seen his cousin in such a state. It was uncommon nowadays for anyone to be as stressed as Madge seemed. Delly continued, placing a gentle hand upon Madge's slouched back. "Isn't it a lot better than leaving whether or not you're happy up to fate?" Madge nodded into her palms. "We are clearly told what will be our absolute best career path to follow. There's no way for the Capitol System to fail after all."

"It must be nice to have multiple aptitudes like you, Delly. You'll have your pick of workplaces." Madge mumbled to her best friend.

"Yeah," Delly laughed softly, and then with a smirk in his direction stated loud and clear, "but even I don't have it as good as Peeta does." He was startled out of more of his worried daydreaming and the attention was all focused on him.

He saw Delly shake Madge's shoulder and forced her attention back to their conversation, "You saw his test scores, right?" Madge nodded but Delly continued anyway, talking as though he wasn't sitting beside her, "He had a 700. It's unbelievable."

He gulped and spoke quietly, "I'm just a good test taker is all… Well, that and luck I guess." He offered up and the two girls ignored him.

"And, despite the fact that he almost never does any mental care, his Psycho-Pass color is clear every day! Pure white." Delly finally turned the attention to his again and his cousin's eyes followed, "How can you be so friggin' healthy?" She laughed. He brought a hand up to scratch the back of his head and stayed quiet, an awkward smile perched on his lips. "With a score and Psycho-Pass like yours, even a government job like your uncle's will be no 'll probably have a pick of any aptitude you want."

"A rose-colored life." Madge agreed with a snicker.

He couldn't express how much those words comforted him. And also scared him. They might've scared him more. "Do… do you think so?" He choked out in his nervousness.

Madge crossed her legs, the tip of her black flats bumping into his knee, and opened her mouth to speak but the ding coming from the phone in his hands got him entirely focused away from the conversation at hand.

12:00 p.m.

'It's here!'

No words left the 20 year olds' mouths for the next several moments as they all read through their results.

"All my aptitudes are jobs requiring physical labor…" Madge groaned. Peeta inwardly cringed at that.

Delly smiled and piped up, "What's wrong with that? Sports are your specialty, right?" Madge nodded slightly to the side, silently saying, 'I guess…' and she smiled at her friend. "Well, I got nothing but office work." Delly sighed. "Getting a promotion in this line of work, ugh, that'll be tough." Peeta stayed quiet, still reading. Delly noticed his eyes moving across the hologram in front of him at a fast pace. They both stood from their chairs and leaned over his shoulder reading his results. "What'd you get, Peeta?"

Madge squealed, "Show me! Show me!" A moment later, she gasped and gripped his shoulders, "You have aptitudes in every major government agency! What?!"

"Your score is really amazing, Peeta."

"How- how do you even get scores like this? Wow!"

"You're the only person in our year to get the Public Safety Aptitude..!"

He rubbed his sweating hands across his jean clad thighs nervously, "B- But… you know, if I'm recommended for all of these… How do I decide which one to pick..?"

Madge laughed out loud, "Such luxurious problems, Peeta!"

Delly rolled her dark blue eyes at Madge and turned back to him with a kind smile, "In other words, it probably doesn't matter what you do. No matter where you work, you'll be able to live a full and satisfying working adult lifestyle."

Madge squeezed his shoulders once more and giggled, "Why don't you just pick one at random?"

"No matter what future you decide, just do your best okay? Those are all jobs that only you are capable of, so no matter where you go, you'll have a lot of responsibility."

"That's right!"


"Those who are capable, do what they can.


"This is the favor that Capitol has brought about for humanity."


Peeta lied in bed, legs thrown off to the side and feet placed firmly on the cold floor beside his nightstand. He stared up at his blank ceiling, phone clutched in his hand. He sighed and opened his results once again. He'd probably memorized all of the aptitude by now, but seeing them all, it just reminded him of how troublesome this process had become. He felt like he was just supposed to know what to do. He felt like it should have just been told to him outright because this many was too stressful. There were probably hundreds. He closed out the hologram and place his phone on his bedside table. With the room pitch black and no one living with him, he felt free for a moment. And he just laughed. Loudly, Because, honestly he felt silly.

He felt a little crazy too. And he was glad no one could see or hear his laughing because then he'd just feel absolutely crazy.

He spread his arms out parallel to his body and stretched. Why was this even a hard decision?

That's when he heard it, in the absolute silence of is sound-proofed bedroom. The Capitol Society's national charter. And it echoed.

"Those who are capable, do what they can."

Those who are capable, do what they can.

And then…

"You're the only person in our year to get the Public Safety Aptitude."

And then it was obvious. So, so obvious.


"Peeta Mellark,


"Today I am appointing you an Inspector for the Industry of Health and Welfare's Bureau of Public Safety's Criminal Investigation Department.


"I look forward to your unceasing assistance and dedication as a guardian of or laws and regulatory system."


A/N: Hey guys! So it's been a while since I posted anything. :) A few months or so unfortunately… So here's a new story for you guys.

Of course I had to go the Inspector and Enforcer Everlark route. It'd be a shame to waste such an opportunity when it arose.

So, as way of explanation, I must say the sadly this entire universe isn't really my idea. :( The majority of this plot will be based off of the anime and manga 'Psycho-Pass'. I highly suggest watching and/or reading it. It's gorgeously animated and the writing is beautiful. If you have seen it, obviously you should know who Peeta is based off of. *wink, wink* And I'm sure you'll be able to guess who Katniss will be.

Peeta is the female role in the Psycho-Pass. Lol, it's how it usually is when I put Everlark in the roles of something else.

I will warn you now, this will get gory. ;D They solve murders after all.

And I'm so sorry there's no Katniss yet. Next chapter, I promise.

This is strictly Everlark, no Gale/Katniss in sight. But he's far from hated on. He'll play a fairly large role behind K and P.

Alright, if you have any questions, feel free to PM me.

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-RC