Well, here we are again. Long time no see, huh?
I'm so very very sorry for not updating in so long. Things have been very busy and to be honest I forgot about this story for awhile. I promise to not let it die, though! And I hope you all forgive me for this long absence.
So before we begin I have a bit of a funny story to share (funny to me anyway.)
My friend and I have a Trowa and Quatre cosplay going on (me as Trowa and her as Quatre)
And we decided to go to the movies in costume!
My wonderful Quatre manipulated me into seeing Sinister against my will and about half-way through we mutually decided that the movie was obviously a trap set up by the Alliance and we left to play shoot 'em up and racing games in the lobby.
It was a trap. We, seasoned Gundam pilots, weren't scared. Impossible.
As always I don't own The Hunger Games or Gundam Wing
Chapter 11:
There are no words to describe how I felt the morning of the games. We all gathered in the dining room one last time for breakfast that morning. Trowa and I sat side by side, heads down and concentrating on our food although we seemed to have very opposing impressions on the meal. My stomach was tied in painful knots, but I forced down some food. I had to remind myself that this could be my last real meal for awhile, possibly forever. Trowa, on the other hand, sat staring at his food blandly. Sometimes he moved a bit around his plate so it looked like he'd eaten, but that was all. I would have mentioned to him that he should build up his strength for the arena, but Catherine had already reminded him numerous times to no effect. I couldn't understand it. I didn't sense any fear or sadness from him. In fact, the only feeling I could decipher from the whole room was that of anxiousness. Even Instructor H's sinister superiority had taken a holiday this morning. That only served to make me more nervous.
Miss Noin attempted to draw some conversation from me a few times, but eventually gave up after receiving enough one word answers and solemn nods. It was rude behavior on my part, but I knew she'd forgive me for not being genial the morning of my execution. Essentially that's what today was. It didn't matter what kind words Trowa told me or how many days I really managed to last in the arena. I was never going to return to L4.
After breakfast I returned to my room. Miss Noin had placed my arena attire in my closet on our first night in the Capitol. That entire night I could feel the garments staring at me through the closet doors, judging me and my ability to survive in the coming battle. Needless to say, they'd been moved to the back of the closet until I absolutely had to retrieve them. Now I reached back into the confines of the storage area and drew them out.
The clothing itself wasn't much to look at. It appeared to be a simple, tight-fitting jumpsuit with a matching light, thermal jacket and pair of boots. Upon dressing I noticed two things, though. First, I came to find that the jumpsuit was made of some spandex-type material, which I wasn't entirely pleased about, and second, that Miss Noin had acquired the suit a size too big, ensuring that it didn't fit too tightly, which pleased me greatly.
I emerged from the room a few minutes later to find the floor vacant of the L3 tribute and his entourage. Miss Noin, who appeared to have been pacing in my absence, turned to me immediately. She looked me over once before taking hold of my arm and leading me to the elevator Instructor H had already entered. We rode in silence; the nervousness nearly overpowering me in the small, enclosed space. I wished I'd taken the stairs instead.
When we finally reached the bottom floor the doors opened to reveal a torrent of emotions and tributes rushing out of the building armed with their escorts and mentors. Miss Noin took hold of my upper arm again and led me toward one helicopter of many that sat, chopping loudly at the air outside. When we were just a few feet away she stopped me, suddenly. I opened my mouth to question her when she wrapped me into a forceful hug. In confusion, I returned her embrace. She released me a few moments later and offered me a smile that corresponded perfectly with the pitying emotions wafting off her.
I watched tears rise up in her eyes as she cleared her throat, thrusting me toward the helicopter.
"You'll do just wonderfully, Quatre. I know you will."
Again! So sorry for the late updates. School has been kicking my booty all year, but now that summer is here I promise to update more.
Also this chapter was really short so expect an update soon.