Unspoken
Hawkins-Melody
There's a… attraction between them no matter how unspoken; Cato plans on making a speech of it.
I don't own the Hunger Games.
A/N: WOW! Thanks so much, it really helps with all the reviews and I'm damn happy at how this story is forming in my head. –Grin- Also those who favorite-d it and also following it help too!
As you should know, due to the pairing, this isn't cannon and it is a little AU does anyone mind?
Also thank you to isugirl for pointing out the mistake in one and won also, I'm sorry that I can't do much about the awkward wording. ^^" It's the way I write but if you don't like it, then feel free to click back.
Chapter Two
My mother wanted my father before he wanted her. It started somewhere along the line of the last training session before the Reaping for my father that year. The head trainer, Plato, had put them together. My mother says it started with admiration; here was a boy who could actually beat her. My mother cheered him on through the Hunger Games that year (the 54th I think) and when it came for Lavender and Maestro to die, she didn't deter from her choice. After the Games, my mother started flirting with him more. When she was picked for the Hunger Games that next year, my father rooted her one, and that very year my father proposed when she came back as victor.
It wasn't that surprising though the next year I was born.
My mother and father were so focused on raising me right; brutal with killer instincts in the arena and training and then outside of the arena a pure gentleman with the Accumilon need of claim. The Hunger Games was my claim and now Katniss Everdeen was mine too. No matter what, I would have her as mine. I grinned to myself.
It was 6AM and I was going to go out on a limb and say that Clove was already awake and coming in any second to wake me. I slept good last night. Cloudy eyes and brunette meadows of hair graced me. I could see her almost feel her and the pounding in my chest wouldn't cease. Not that I minded. To be honest, Katniss was clouding my thoughts. The real thing was I couldn't wait to see her in real life. Would she-
"Cat face," Clove throws open my door and I cringe mentally as one of the hinges break. "Get up off your ass, its breakfast. You better hurry too; Brutus might just take it while I'm talking to you." She leaves the wide open as I roll my eyes. Throwing the covers off me I run a hand through my messy hair. Should I fix it? Chances are the stylists will. Not that there will be much to fix anyways. I throw on my jeans and a grey flannel shirt before entering the breakfast area.
"Ah, the Brutal Cato, let's begin shall we?" Enobaria is beastly. She won her sponsors over so easily. She was charming and cat-like, except unlike that grotesque Claudia she doesn't fake it, in the interviews with a secretive way. She's always on top of things and led our District to victory more than once. She had her game strategy and strategy for interviewing. She played the Helpful Sister. She said that she planned on adopting kids or something. She kept up on that promise though; I think she has a daughter now who looks nothing like her red hair and jade eyes but black hair and brown eyes. She's only four or so. I don't care but Enobaria's strategies for our district are complex and interesting.
"So here it is, Clove you are the sweet and silent killer. You will be sneaky and sly like you normally are. Most sponsors like Mr. & Mrs. Éclair die for those types. Throw in a little charm and some teasing here and there just to make it good." The lady demands before throwing more marmalade on the bread.
"It's good that we don't have to worry about training. Clove you're the best damn knife thrower that anyone could wish for. So head straight for the moves, I'll make sure that there are knives there for you." Brutus comments gently sipping from his coffee, he has brown eyes and pale skin. His brown hair is spiky and he's watching us with enigmatic eyes and he doesn't seem caring but, he looks analyzing rather. Brutus knows me, he practically trained me and Clove. He is the best after my family and Clove's after all. He's known for his skills in analyzing, his cryptic speaking, and his harsh way. He's pretty much heartless.
"Alright," Clove murmurs her agreement biting her cereal and looking at me with a deadpanned expression.
Except towards Enobaria, or Barry, as everyone calls her; he treats her like a diamond and it surprises me slightly that he treats this coldhearted woman with such warmth. I don't know why either, she won the 70th Game, he won the 72nd Game. She was older than him and more skilled. It seemed irrational. All though my mother was a murderous person my father could take her. In our District the man is on top no matter what the circumstance. I follow this easily.
"You Cato, will be the person you are in training, you will be called Brutal Cato as you always have been. You're more dashing than Clove, no offense honey, so woe them. Get the girl's attention. Play with your prey a bit if you like." Barry instructs casually as she wipes her hands on the table. Claudia is nowhere to be seen; I'm supposing that she's probably getting ready. I nod my consent.
"Swords will be there for you, neither of you have any problems. Bring our district the glory again." Brutus states his brown eyes are glaring now.
"Understood," I reply back my eyes just as stoic. He nods before nodding towards the window. Suddenly, like a blast of blue freaky air, Claudia bursts through the doors. Her hair is died a blue this time and she wears a teal skirt and some kind of shirt, I don't really care she just looks like water was thrown all over her and she was painted the color of a blue berry.
"We're here, darlings! The glorious Capitol, where stars our born and your destiny begins here!" I smirked at her sentence before going to the window and looking at all the inane people waving and grinning like the fools they were. I turned to Clove who blew a kiss and winked at some. I turned back and smirked before giving a slight wave. They went wild over us. I even saw some people crying. Clove started laughing, her shoulder shaking and I rolled my eyes when the train came to a stop and we were rushed over to our stylists. I got some lady named Athena as Clove parted to someone named Angel.
They compliment me as they praise my good looks. I'm not surprised though. Athena is pretty; she's not as frightening or profoundly disgusting as the others. Rather, her red and yellow died hair and her younger face is quite attractive. She wears just a plain black tee-shirt and black jeans with a grey buckled belt. She bends over me as she speaks to others. Telling me to take off my shirt I flex a little under her eyes and she gives me a smirk. I grin before she throws some Roman clothes at me.
To me this is odd. I've never actually truly cared for appearance. I was born handsome. Showered with compliments, girls falling over me, well it was all just part of the deal. It didn't bother me that much though, I was actually proud of this feeling. I could easily win Katniss over. She'd be mines no doubt, not that she wasn't already but she'd know soon enough.
"Cato, are you ready yet?" Clove poked her little golden crowned head in there. I nodded. I adjusted my crown before standing up.
"You're gorgeous, Cato. Rock their small worlds!" Athena commands holding her chin high. As I catch up to walk with Clove.
"It feels weird wearing a skirt though." I comment dryly. Clove rolls her eyes and giggles before we're lead to our chariots.
People fawn over us. Screaming and chanting our names. I feel pride, I feel the admiration of others and the adoration. I feel power. Then, Clove and I face our separate directions smiling and waving. I throw some winks here and there and the girls insanely scream louder and I smirk in response. I hear people screaming things like gods or something but I'm not caring. I'm focused on my future sponsors. No matter, what. It is my destiny to have this game. My destiny to have Katniss Everdeen. My charms just help me a little bit more.
Clove is a charmer too. Enobaria knew this. Clove was darling in the way she held her self. But she was also vicious when it came down to it. She knew she was below me. So possibly like my father and that Lavender wrench, she'd die willingly. She had a life though but she was willing to give it up to me. This was for sure. I wouldn't deny saying I felt gleeful towards Clove for her need for non-tight attachements.
Suddenly, the chants shift when we land in our circle. Our names are no longer being called and for a moment, I feel rage flow through me until I see that it's my flame that's being called. My heart speeds up when I see her. She's even more fantastic in real life. Like a blazing fire, everything in me burns with the need to touch her, the need to have her know she's mine. The need to gently stroke her face, gently run my hands through the ripples of deep hair, and it's a feeling no one can shut down or deny.
"Katniss! Katniss! Katniss!" They all call and pride surges in my chest before I notice she's on fire. I almost stumble off my chariot when Clove grabs my arm. Her small hand is too large to wrap around my bicep so instead it's holding my wrist, digging into the skin there. I almost cringe at how tight she's holding my wrist. I do feel a small feeling of anger though, at the movement of attention. It's built in me. But the feeling of the need of claim for Katniss is stronger. The stronger feeling for attention on her is large and immense.
"Watch it, Cato. They're all watching that girl but some are still staring at us; where it rightfully belongs." She hisses slightly before transfiguring back into a smile and waving. I still look over at her when I notice its fake fire. She doesn't seem in any real danger but, seriously though I'd be the worst guardian ever.
Then I notice the other tribute holding her hand. My chest expands slightly as I start to glare. And that's when silver eyes meet mines. I almost stumble again but this time to lunge at the punk when Clove pinches me. My blue eyes reach her green eyes but she sees it. There in my eyes is the pure claim that those grey eyes of Katniss Everdeen are to belong to me and the fact that she's mine, Clove sees it and winces slightly but she regains a sneaky grin as her next words only fuel the fire.
"Calm it, Cat Face." She murmurs before turning back. Their stopping now in the city circle but I only see her.
She's gorgeous with deep brown hair, grey eyes that stare off with that determined fire to survive. I want to stare into those for as long as possible. She's skinny in her stomach, the skin tight black outfit reassures this as I feel something tight go on somewhere else, but she's curvy in the right places. I note this. This isn't jealousy that fills me when the boy touches her hand its possessiveness. No one should be allowed to touch her if I can't. So it's wrong that this plain boy touches her, I can't even get that close. My eyes are ablaze glare.
I don't even give a shit about this stupid speech. I'm just watching her that's when those mercury eyes meet mines I feel myself give a half smile. She's surprised when I do this but she turns back to wildly stare ahead. I catch it though. I catch the small blush that blesses her olive skin as her lips tighten. I grin wider but close my lips and look ahead.
"Wow, Cato, looks like this girl isn't another one of those half-brained chits back home. She's district scum, be careful." Clove murmurs giving me a half grin. Now I know that she's seen what I've just done. I roll my eyes.
"Well it's not like you exactly fall into place over me," I retort surly back. She rolls her eyes again.
"That's because I'm not like any other girl, remember? That's why I'm here." Clove states like it's a fact everyone knows.
"Cato, let me just say this," she pauses to give me a cautious eye before grinning. "Let the games begin."
And may the odds be ever in our favor. I muse flexing for my soon to be sponsors. And partly for Katniss. But of course, only Clove would be able to tell.
There it is. –Smile- No, Clove and Cato don't love each other. If there's someone that you think Clove deserves than go forth and leave it in a review or give me a character that you believe in.
Yes, there will be more Cato/Katniss interaction soon and I'll update as soon as possible. Are you guys content with it? ^^ I'm happy to please.
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