A/N: Well, so far, no reviews. But that's okay. Btw, I'm so sorry that the first chapter was so short. I have barely anytime to write. Also, I guess I'm not writing with my sister. Whatever.

So most of the characters aren't going to be the actual characters from The Hunger Games, but I'm still going to have Prim, Rue, Thresh, and Haymitch. The other characters will be mostly OC's but based on characters from the books. Oh , and there will be Naruto characters too. (You knew that)

I'm also trying this thing where every other chapter is going to be written from a different point of view.(Switching between Sasuke and Sakura only) I might even switch in the middle of a chapter though. Just so you know.

Inspired by The Hunger Games . (I switched it up a little)

Disclaimer : I don't own Naruto.

Sakura's POV

"It's time to announce the Tribute's name!" The strange woman announced. She reached into a giant glass bowl, carefully deciding which name to pull out. My body went numb, and for a split second, I felt relieved to hear that the name she read wasn't mine. But only for a split second.

"Primrose Haruno!" She read aloud, clapping lightly as my mortified little sister tried to make her way through the crowd of nervous people. I'm pretty sure I fainted a little when the relief I felt left me, leaving me more mortified than Prim was, if possible.

As soon as I was brought back to reality, I knew what I had to do. I shoved my way through the crowd and with one swift motion, pulled my sister behind me in a protective manner.

"I volunteer!" I screamed. Prim started crying. Dammit! If she would start to cry, I would too.

"Uhh... well look here!" The announcer said, cheerfully. You could tell she liked the drama. "It seems District 12 has a volunteer!"

I'm lead up to the front, where the announcer asked "What's your name, dear?" I paused because the lights were so bright, and I was scared.

"Sakura Haruno." I stated firmly, even though, dare I say I, I was about ready to piss my pants.

"I'll bet my hat that was your sister. Didn't want her to have all the fame?" I was tempted to punch her, but I didn't I couldn't. They'd shoot me dead in a second, and the Prim would have to be a tribute instead. "Well then," she continued. "Let's have a round of applause for this year's Tribute for District 12!" No one clapped. Instead, the all brought three fingers to their lips, and raised them in the air, a gesture from District 12 that everyone knew. Then they took me away.

And the rest was a blur. I don't remember anything, except for my goodbyes to Prim.

"You have to win, Sakura! You have too!" She cried in my shoulder.

"I promise," I whispered "I will win."

That's the only part I remember. I'm rushed out the doors of the building I was in, the lights unrealistically bright, and practically shoved into a strange train. I was so confused. I guess I was in shock, and the fact that I was going to die hadn't set in yet. Where was I?

Then I remembered. Tears started to run down my cheeks in little rivulets, and the longing for home became overwhelming. I hadn't cried since... that night... long ago when Sasuke left. I was over him, a long time ago. But this was much worse than that. I wiped the tears away gently, not wanting to make my eyes red and puffy. This is where being an ex-shinobi came in handy, although I would be unable to use any chakra, but that didn't matter since I didn't have any, anyways. I couldn't show weakness. It'd make me a target, and that is not want I wanted if I was going to win. For Prim. She needed me, and I guess I needed her. She was the only family I had left. Wait... Who would take care of her and feed her when I was gone? What if I didn't win? I guessed the people in the Hob and the baker wouldn't let her starve. And if I would win, we wouldn't have to worry about her starving.

There were instructions placed around the train, telling me where to go at what time, what time to wake up, get dressed, when to eat, when to be in bed, and when my mentor, Haymitch, would be there. I despised the man, even though I rarely saw him around the hob, and that was just to get booze or whiskey, and the only time I ever even heard words come out of his drunken mouth was during the games, which were only once a year.

I did not want him to be my mentor. If I ever wanted to win, then I needed someone who could be sober, and actually give me good advice. District 12 never wins. It's mostly because we had so many disadvantages, and I considered him to be one.

Actually, District 12 wasn't the only District that never won. It was rare when a district did win. Every year, the capitol like to... "mix things up" and put an unbeatable "warrior" from another country in the arena with the tributes. Those were usually the victors, and I wondered who I was supposed to be up against this year. Sometimes, if the tributes were brave enough, alliances would be formed against the warrior, and as soon as they were dead, the games would really begin and the alliance would break. Those would be the only years where a tribute would win. Other years, tributes have actually formed alliances with the warrior, although the only ones who'd do that were the careers, Districts 1,2, and 4, who'd be training their whole lives. Even then, the warrior would always win. They were stronger than any of the careers.

The capitol was so unfair. They'd claim that the warriors were at a "disadvantage," complaining that they were inexperienced in the games, since they weren't forced to watch them every year, and they'd get to choose a partner to help them. They could choose between another warrior, and a guide. They rarely choose the guide though, thinking they wouldn't need one. And they wouldn't. They got to train with the tributes before the games, using their time to intimidate the others or learning survival skills, like how to survive or how to get food by fishing or hunting. They'd practically kill all twelve tributes in the first three days of the games too, hardly enough time to starve. Then, they'd have to fight against their partner, because the capitol wouldn't be pleased with the lack of entertainment, being the games hadn't lasted long enough.

They never last long enough. There's only one tribute from each District, although I heard a long time ago they used to have two from every district, a boy and a girl. Those years must have been brutal, even though they didn't have a warrior in those times, but twice as many people. Those years were when Haymitch won, I heard also. The fiftieth year, the second Quarter Quell to be exact. Every twenty five years the Capitol would have something special for the games, that year, the year Haymitch won, they had twice as many Tributes. So 12 times 2 equals 24, and 24 times 2 equals 48. Hmmm...

'Okay, maybe Haymitch could be helpful' I thought. I needed that. But could he stay sober long enough for me to win?

Because I had to win.