A/N: This is my first EVER multi chapter fanfic! *Smirks then laughs cheerfully*

I decided to use the Hunger Games plot while using the Death Note characters. I couldn't get it out of my mind…so here it is….

Please tell me if this is suposed to be a crossover...I dont really know if it is...

OH! And REVIEW!

Disclaimer: I don't own Deathnote:( If i did the Mello and Matt wouldn't have died and Near could be happy (In my own eyes).


Chapter 1: The Reaping

The pale sun woke the small albino boy. His eyes fluttered open and looked across his room. It was a very dull room by the look of it, but he loved spending time in it. Slowly, he got out of his bed and striped his night clothes off of himself. The cold swirled upon him and he shivered walking towards his closet. The boy pulled out a pair of white PJ's out and quickly pulled them over him. He knew that he would have to change into something nicer later; today was the Reaping.

District 12 is the farthest district in the country of Panem. Even though all twelve districts are controlled by the Capitol, District 12 is the poorest. District 12 rarely had a winner in the sinister Hunger Games…the Hunger Games…..

"Near, it's time for breakfast." The boy sighed. There was barely enough to eat here and when there is food, the other children got it before him. Maybe the reason why he is called first is because he is very small for his age. For someone who is sixteen (almost seventeen), he looked like he was twelve. Near, since that is his name, was very brilliant, too brilliant to be exact. He just wasn't that athletic and usually sat in his room doing puzzles.

He walked down the hall, to the kitchen, dreading for later today. Every year all twelve districts will 'volunteer' a boy and a girl to compete, in an arena, to the death, as tributes. The lone competitor was crowned the 'Victor'. Luckily, Near hasn't been picked and still hopes not to be. (But well you see, since his 'family' needs to be fed, he put his name in more times to get grain for food. So far, his name is in about 39 - 43 times; he lost count.)

Near entered the small, dreary kitchen and everyone hushed. He grabbed a bowl that was surprisingly still filled with food. He looked up at the kids; they all looked at him. Everyone knew that he (and a few other kids) was the only one that made the odds for competing against his favor just to keep everyone, in the house, alive. Katy, who is the youngest (Mind you she is around ten years of age) and liked Near the most, went up to him and said, "We wanted to give you something…just in case y-you get…picked."

"Thank you," it was meant for all of them, even the ones that bullied and teased him about his lack of emotions. He carried his food to his room which he ate in silence; only listening to the conversations that echoed around the house.


Soon, after Near finished his breakfast, Miss. Jackson, the foster parent of the house, came to give him his Reaping outfit. It was all white, like his usual clothes, the only issue with the garments was that they were once Joey's**. Near frowned at them and looked at Miss. Jackson.

"He would have wanted you to have them, Near. You know that." She brought an arm around him and hugged the boy tightly.

"I know, but it brings back the…memories." Miss. Jackson sadly smiled and walked out of his room. Near then strips the clothes, he was wearing, off of him, again, and feels the cold surround him like a blanket. It only took him five minutes to put the other ones on so he didn't have to worry about the cold.


He slips out the door, unnoticed, into the scenery of pitiful streets and broken down houses. While walking, he saw many kids, older and younger, getting ready as well. Most, to all, of them were fearful of getting picked knowing that, if they got picked, they would never come back. Some show almost no emotion, like him, but they looked like deer in headlights when something startled them. Near shook his head, sighing sadly, and continued to the Center of town where the Reaping will occur.

-Fifteen minutes later-

Near looked at the gigantic screens that were covering the walls of the nearby buildings. His mind became blank as he went to the 'sign in' station. Officials, in white suits, were sitting at a table waiting for the next person in line. Near came up to one of them and felt a prick on his pale finger. He let the Official lay his finger on a paper, smearing his blood, then scanning it. The Official then let Near go to the center were all of the kids gathered; one side was were the boys were, the other was were the girls were.

"BOOM BOOM!" The sound echoed around the area as a lady practically hopped towards the microphone tapping it 'very' lightly. She wore all blue; even her face had a blue blush. She looked around the area and smiled what Near thought was a very convincing fake smile.

"HELLO! Welcome to the 76th Hunger Games," She then paused making the scene oddly dramatic, "And may the odds be ever in your favor. He-He!"

The woman sort of scared Near. 'Maybe it was the outlandish clothes and make-up. Yes, it had to be.' He shook his head slightly while partial listening to the mayor read about the history of Panem. Then, after years of the speech, the now very slightly scary woman came back to the microphone.

"Alright, it's time to find out who this year's tributes will be; ladies first!" She went to the huge glass bowl that was on her left. She moved her hand around the bowl and then quickly snatched a name. Only her heels made any sound in the town as we all held our breaths. "Ok, let's see…Linda Gales."

Near looked to were Linda was. He remembered her from school before he was pulled out because the material was too easy for him. She had light brown hair that flowed down her back and her eyes were hazel. Her already pale skin looked paler as she silently walked up to the stage. Nobody volunteered to go up instead, but then again, no one ever volunteers in District 12. 'Poor Linda…'

"Now," Another dramatic pause, "the boys." She walked towards the glass bowl on her right. Every step rang in everyone's ears. This time, though, she didn't take as long to find a name. She skipped back to the microphone and looked at the name, "Hm…"


Running. That was all that he heard. He turned to see two people fall to the ground; blood spewing everywhere. His gaze fell on the two others that were running with him. The tallest boy had red-brown hair, with goggle nestled in it, with emerald green eyes. His mouth was moving, but the boy didn't hear any words. He the looked at the smaller figure; the small boy was an angel. Dressed in all pure white clothing, his skin glowing in the sun. An his lips, they looked so...

A blond boy, around seventeen, woke to the sound of Marcus and Keen fighting. He growled and turned under the covers, 'They're going to get all of us in trouble. I don't want to run nineteen miles again.' They were getting louder and he could hear their argument.

"You took it didn't you!" Keen screamed. The blond heard a groan from Marcus, Keen must have punched him.

"No Cane gave it to Ben-"

"-No! He told me that you asked for it!" More punches and kicks were thrown at each other. The sleepy man (boy?) was starting to get really angry. No one wanted him to get pissed and started yelling at them let alone get physical because of annoying him. The blond stood up, grabbed a chocolate bar from his desk, and walked over to them.

He bit a large chunk out of the bar and gave a huge kick to the closest man, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" They looked at him and stopped, most likely remembering that the chocoholic slept here. The was stomping from the hallway. 'Coach' Dan came in to see what the commotion was. He saw the blond standing over Keen and Marcus.

"What happened?," He looked at the boys on the floor, seeing Marcus gingerly holding his stomach in pain, the at the blond, "Mello?"

"These bitches woke me up because Marcus wouldn't give Keen back his fuckin' stuff." Mello, since that is his name, turned away and got dressed into leather top and pants; leaving Keen and Marcus as they received their punishment. He walked outside to the clean streets and nice looking houses that surrounded his 'private' school for geniuses, 'Those guys are going to pay for waking me up. Marcus is going to get more then a kick to the abdomen.' Mello's dream that he had was amazing and gruesome, he couldn't even describe it.

As the blond was walking, he saw kids getting all dressed up most looked excited, 'Oh yeah, today's the Reaping. I guess I forgot.' Mello turned around and ran back to the school to put what other people call nicer clothes. As he got dressed, he couldn't help but think about his dream. 'It looked exactly like an arena for the Hunger Games...could it mean...' Mello heard the town bell ring; signaling people to come to the Reaping.


-Some Time Later-

Mello was at the place where the Reaping is always held; Town Square. The blond stood in the 'sign in' line; 'boring'. He got his finger pricked and the blood was scanned; 'ouch' and it was also boring. Mello stood next to the other seventeen year olds; they were talking about who will volunteer. He ignored them when the mayor stood up to give some random speech.

Mello was half asleep when Whitney, the Capitol chick, came to the microphone and started talking. Not listing to her speech he started to doze off, again. He felt a finger poke his arm. Mello turned his head to curse the person out when Kyle, who poked him, said, "Hey Mello, look. Takada volunteered." The blond looked up and saw a pretty, not beautiful in his terms, eighteen year old girl walk up to the stage. She was smiling, probably glad that she volunteered. Mello started to listen to Whitney because the boy was now to be chosen. She walked to the bowl with the names of all the boys in it and quickly 'ran' back to the microphone. As she 'ran', he thought of his dream, 'Did it mean some thing...an om-' Whitney was at the microphone.

"Now the boy..."

A/N: WOW! It wasn't as bad as I thought! *Dancing around the room*

Ok so... I just wanted to make this clear to anyone who was confused by the POV's, the things (POV's) that are happening (to Near and Mello obviously) are supposed to occur at the same time...I just like writing an event with two Point-Of-Views. ;)

**Joey was one of the tributes that was picked three years before this story and was probably Near's only, closest friend (FOR NOW…).

Sorry about calling this the 76th Hunger Games because I didn't really know what number it should be called.

I have no clue what Linda's last name is so I sort of made it up…and I didn't really know what she looked like so yeah...

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