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I saw him sitting there just looking at me. He had fallen from the rope climb and hit hard on his back. I just stared and wonder as to what he'd do next. The Girl on Fire walked over to him whispering something in his ear as she glared daggers at me. I just smirked at her sad attempt to be a threat to me or the other careers. She was nothing but in the way of everything and she knew and liked it.

The next thing I knew the boy from 12 Peeta was standing and moving towards the weights that were in the training center. He grabbed the heaviest one and walked slowly to the middle of the room where I and the two careers stood in clear view. He heaved the ball into a rack of spears, my companions stood mouths gapping I just smirked as I thought 'he's strong but not strong enough' I turned and left to go to my swords. There I felt normal I felt sane, true to myself, strong. Like I wasn't losing my mind because of some tribute from the 12th district, I'm a lethal killer, not some emotional pansy.

But I was, I had turned into some punk with a need to be close to that kid from 12. I swung my sword through the practice dummies like butter and I felt empty. It didn't matter, maybe in the Games he would be killed by Marvel or Clove maybe even Glimmer would do me the favor. Maybe I'd find my will to fight if he was no longer here. Maybe then I'd be strong and powerful again.

SIX HOURS LATER

I sat in my room on the second floor of this building we all call "home" till we are in the arena killing each other. The bed is cold and lonely as I lay back on the pillows hoping to be gifted by sleep. I lay and think of all the madness I've gone through to get here, the training back in district 2, the mind numbing pain it inflicted on my body to make it into what it is now. This frame, like a mountain so tall and built with strength to spare. My thoughts are broken by the sound of knocking on my bedroom door, I grunt as to welcome the guest without saying any words to give away my minds train of thought.

The person enters the room without a sound. I look to the door from the ceiling I was staring at for what seems like hours and to my shock there he stands. I sit up on the bed looking at him and speak.

"Hello?"

"Hello Cato" that is his only reply.

I sit in silence unsure as to what I should say or if I should say anything.

"You're wondering why I'm here, aren't you?" His words never falter as he speaks. His words slow and low as if I'm a child unable to understand what he is about to say to me.

"Actually yes I would like to know why you're in here bothering me" I keep my tone short and annoyed.

"I came here to talk to you in all honesty. I wanted to say something to you in fact."

"Well what is it?" Same tone of annoyance with an underline of anger now. I have to keep him on the idea that I want him gone.

He walks over to the bed and sits next to me in the most unafraid movements I have seen out of him since I first saw him. He places an arm on my shoulders and drapes his hand down towards my chest. I sit unmoving and silence any ideas of touch or sound. He looks down at the floor as his other hand finds its place on his thigh. He again speaks in a very low and soft voice.

"Do you like me Cato?"

"No." It's the only word that comes from my lips. He looks up from the floor and watches me looking at him. He locks eyes with me and leans so close that his nose is almost touching mine.

"Are you sure?"

He tilts his head and slowly presses his lips against mine. I don't move or even breath my mind goes blank and I forget everything at once as I sit next to the boy…..no young man kissing me wanting me to react by pulling him closer or forcing him away. I do neither action; I just sit there, feeling his soft lips against my dry cracking ones. He then pulls away from his unreturned kiss and sits next to me taking his arm off of my shoulders.

"Guess I was wrong. I'm sorry."

He stands and starts to walk towards the door and my mind once again shuts off and before I can stop my movements I've lifted myself off the bed and rammed him up against the door pinning him there with my fore arm against his throat. His face going red from the lack of oxygen I yell in his face digging my arm in hard against his airway.

"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU TOUCH ME!" I pull him off the wall and put him into a head lock with a loss grip, he gasps for air as he struggles against my hold. I lighten my tone as I whisper in his ear.

"I like it better when you're scared of me." My words in his ear cause him to shiver against his will.

He stops struggling and stand perfectly still as I lean to his neck and bite down leaving a reddening welt as I pull my head back.

"Now I'm going to let go of you Peeta what happens next will be anyone's guess."

I let him go and he backs up against a wall and sinks to the floor breathing hard. I walk towards him and couch in front of him tilting his head up to look at me. He again locks eyes with me but I can see the fear there now.

"Are you afraid of me Peeta." He nods to show that he is. "Good now to truly answer your question yes I do." I kiss him hard stealing the air he worked so hard to gather. He kisses back a little in a moment of shock I pull back. Peeta just looks at me like he wants more of this sick torment. I stand up and go back to sit on my bed. As I sit there I watch him closely and he does the same.

"Get out." I command him in a dark tone. He just sits against the wall.

"I said Get Out." Still he sits and looks at me with those damn blue eyes.

"Get out Peeta, just get out of here." At this he stands and walks towards me and lies back on the bed.

"No Cato. I won't get out I won't leave and I sure as hell would rather die by your hands than leave at the moment." I look at him stunned.

"Why?" Is all that I can manage to get out.

He sits back up kissing me again and then I react by pulling him close and kissing him back needing the closeness of another soul. He backs the kiss and I just hold him close to me hoping to keep him there but he wiggles out of my arms and puts his feet on the floor walking towards the door and as his hand hits the handle he turns back to me.

"I'm glad I know Cato, because I like you too. I'll be back."

With that he's out the door and gone, and I'm left with my thoughts again.

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