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Anyways… hope you like chapter 4!

Also… I'm having some scheduling trouble as I'm trying to pre-write another fic so I may have delays but I'll try to get my stuff out on time :/

I DON'T OWN HUNGER GAMES OR NARUTO

Chapter 4: "I'm on fire!" (Naruto POV)

RIP!

Went my leg hairs as they were forcibly removed by the prep team.

They had been working on me for about three hours. Apparently my body had to be perfect before the stylist would even consider seeing me.

The only bearable part was the fact that the prep team didn't try to talk to me. I don't know if I could honestly how myself back from punching someone or thing as my hairs were torn out.

"Okay! You're all done darling!"

"You can finally meet Portia!"

The prep team then bustled out of the door in a strange synchronized high knee walk… No… Really…

I looked around the room. I would easily admit that the brightly lit room was making the feeling of being nude a rather uncomfortable experience even alone.

I really couldn't help but run my hands through my hair, during my stay in district 12 I had decided to grow it out, now however it was short and styled, not even spiky as it originally was but rather wavy and curly. (Think Peeta from the movie only more suave)

Finally a tap is heard and my stylist walks in.

Portia, or at least that's who I assume it is. Has a rather suppressed style… Simpler? Is that the word? Anyway it was a rather tame haircut with gold eyeliner, black lipstick and silver nails that clashed with her dark skinned complexion.

Her dress was simple for a capital woman, black and without any fluff or even lace. She stood 5 foot 8 with fishnet stockings and high heels.

Oh… Boy…

"Hello. I'm Portia, your stylist" She says, her accent hidden under what had to be practice.

"Hi..." I cautiously answered.

"Your new right?" I ask as she prowles around me, her eyes silently judging me. "I don't recognize you from TV."

"True. Its my first year in the games."

"So they gave you twelve?" It happened often enough. The new stylist being given the least victorious district as a start.

"No actually, me and my partner asked for it."

"Really?" I couldn't keep all of the interest out of my voice at this. I'm almost certain a brow rose during that comment.

"Of course" She said, totally unfazed by my reaction "Now why don't you put that robe back on and we can talk."

I dressed as quickly as I could. Following her afterwards to a rather nicely decorated room with two red almost velvet chair in the center surrounding a glass table.

"Would you like something to drink?" She asked.

"No, thanks but no."

"Suit yourself." She said as she poured herself a glass of something. "I'm going to be discussing the costumes we're going to be using for you that me and my partner cooked up."

"Anyway… Our current thought is to dress you in costumes relating to your district as is customary."

"So… nude with coal dust?"

"No." she snorts "No, we find that coal has been terribly overdone."

"So nudity?"

She actually laughs at that "No… No, Cinna and I have a different approach for the two of you. Coal has been overdone and no one is going to remember you with dressed as something done before."

"So… No coal?"

"Tell me Peeta… How do you feel about fire?"

LINE BREAK (A wild line break has appeared!)

Two hours later and I was dressed in a skin tight gray suit that would be lit on what Portia assures me will be synthetic fire as opposed to regular fire, and a red, orange and yellow cape trailing behind me.

When Katniss finally appears she's dressed similar to me. Synthetic fire suit, cape and very little makeup on her face. The stylist apparently decided to keep the braid because it trails down her shoulder.

"Hey."

"Hi."

We're then whisked down to the bottom level of the Remake center, which is basically a giant stable. The opening ceremony is about to start and pairs of tributes are mounting district themed chariots, each pulled by four horses.

Cinna and Portia direct us into the chariots and carefully arrange our body positions.

"What do you think?" Katniss whispers to me "About the fire?"

"Well think of it this way… It's burned or nude."

"I know we promised Haymitch we'd do exactly what they said, but I don't think he considered this angle."

"Where is Haymitch anyway?" I ask. I honestly haven't seen him for a while.

"With all the alcohol in him, it's probably not safe to be near an open flame."

Apparently we both find the sudden and explosive end of Haymitch funny because we both laugh. Katniss seems nervous though.

The opening music begins. It's easy to hear because it's blasted around the Capitol. Massive doors slide open revealing the crowd-lined streets. This ride will last 20 minutes, ending at the City Circle where they will welcome us, play the anthem, and then escort us into the Training center, in which the Hunger Games will really begin,

The district 1 tributes ride out in a chariot pulled by snow white horses. District 1 makes luxury items for the capital and their theme shows that, heavily decorated in jewels and spray painted in silver.

District 2 gets into position to follow them and in no time at all, we're all approaching the door and Cinna approaches us carrying a torch.

"Here we go then." He says. Before we can react to that statement were set on fire. I can hear Katniss gasp and I prep for the heat but feel nothing.

"It works." Cinna says "Remember, heads high, smiles. Their going to love you!"

"Wait, what do you mean 'it works!' you set us on fire!"

Unfortunately I don't get to hear his reaction as he hops of the chariot and we're too far away.

"What's he saying?" Katniss asks me.

"I think he's saying to hold hands." I reach for her right hand and look at Cinna for confirmation. He nods and gives a thumbs up, and that's the last we see before we enter the city.

The crowds initial alarm at the costumes of a pair of tributes being on fire quickly changed to cheers and shouts of "District 12!" Every head turned our way, pulling eyes from even three chariots ahead of us.

Katniss holds to me tight and I'm surprised that after a few minutes she begins to blow kisses to the crowd. Someone even throws her a red rose which she catches with finesse. They are actually cheering her name, to be honest I'm surprised how in her element she is.

I smile and wave along with her. Only when she makes to let go of my hand do I make to say something. "Don't let go."

"Okay."

The twelve chariots fill the loop of the City Circle. On the buildings that surround the Circle, every window is packed with the most prestigious citizens of the Capital. Our horses pull up to the President's mansion and we come to a halt, the music stopping with a flourish.

The president gives a speech, the national anthem plays, and the doors only have just enough time to close before both I and Katniss are engulfed in prep teams. They shout unintelligible praise. I notice some of the other tributes staring at us and shooting dirty looks. Apparently they don't like us stealing the spotlight.

Katniss must have just realized she's still holding my hand because she lets go and I have to massage my hand to get some of the blood flowing back into it from how hard she was gripping my hand.

"You should wear flames more often." I say "They suit you."

Katniss stands on tiptoe and kisses my cheek.

DUDE! OMG! I spent so long writing this chapter!

It's literally Saturday and I started it last week Sunday!

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I tried really hard! OH MAN that was long!

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