MountainAir: Your review made me laugh so much! No, I didn't mean for it to sound perverted! I meant it as a Thumbs up but I read over it again with that image and it sounds like it!

Yeliah Kazami: Yes, I love Greek Mythology! I'm happy you noticed! And if you are as obsessive as I am, Look up the myth of Leda and Zeus! It is where I got the brain wave.

I woke the next day with the same sound in my mind as the night before. Caesar Flickerman's voice calling out the number eight over and over again, and each time it gave me a different kind of pleasure. I got up quickly, unwilling to waste my last day. Besides, it was a private day. I could stay by myself if I wanted and hadn't that been what I was missing? Time alone was blessed.

I swallowed softly, also noting the fact that it was my last day of luxury. Tomorrow was the day I had been dreading. I took my right hand in my left and held it for a minute, pondering what I should do with my time. I should be training but they deemed it forbidden as it would be an unfair advantage to tributes who didn't. I could spend some time with Katniss but I doubted that I was her main priority seeing as the love of her life was under my feet, chained and held in a cell to be beaten and possibly killed.

I nodded to myself, inhaling loudly. At least I had told her. I wouldn't have been able to look at her properly if I hadn't. I stood up from the side of my bed and took a look out the window. Somehow I doubted that there would be a crowd seeing as nothing of interest would happen but there were the odd few Capitol workers below, hurrying around, preparing the city for its final triumph. I washed and dressed and waited for someone to arrive to give me some sort of instruction.

I wasn't left waiting that long. After about twenty minutes or so, Favaria unlocked the door and came in, a clipboard and an oversized pen in her overly-cleansed hand. She didn't look too happy to see me sitting around and she took the time to give me a disapproving stare.

"What shall we do with you lot?" She muttered and I didn't bother to answer.

Instead of waiting, she cut across the room, stamping in her high heels and she ticked something off her list.

"Well, Leda, you have the choice of seeing your mentor here, you are also free to stay in your room which must remain locked until precisely six o'clock, where either I, or your stylist shall collect you and you shall be brought to the main dining hall downstairs where you shall join your fellow tributes for a final meal. What shall it be?" She paused and took a deep breath. I wasn't surprised; a sentence that long deserved a gallon of water afterwards.

"Oh, I'll stay here then." I said and she ticked something off her list.

"Great. I shall see you later so. Use your time well."

She turned the door and locked it from the outside, leaving me by myself.

The first thing I did was take a shower. I decided to take full value out of what the Capitol had to offer, seeing as they were putting my life at stake. I stayed under the water for ages, wanting to waste every drop of water they had, trying to inconvenience them in some way but having no clue how. I cleaned my hair, noticing that it had been chopped cleanly and now came to my breast bone. I thought of my mother and how she used to twist my hair into all sorts of different patterns. She loved my hair being long. I hoped it was long enough for her now.

I poured soap all over my body, scrubbing everywhere, trying to remain clean enough seeing as I doubted that they'd have a built in shower in the arena. I noticed that no matter how strongly I scrubbed at my nails, the pattern and paint remained, gleaming in the sunlight that streamed through the semi-open window.

After a while of scrubbing and cleaning, I finally stood out, whipping my hair back into a ponytail to keep it out of my face while I dressed again, taking my time as I dried myself with the cotton towels that were softer than anything I had felt before.

Finally, after I finished dressing, I unlocked the bathroom door, dumping the dirty towels into the washing basket that they had left beside the door. I curled up my fingers and turned the corner, to face my bed.

I nearly screamed.

Lying on my bed, with a small padlock in his hand, was Zeus, his face upside down to me but there was no denying that he took pleasure out of my surprise.

"Hey." He said, and sat up, blinking.

I opened my mouth but the words came out as a jumbled mess. I looked frantically over at the door that was shut but there was no evidence of a forced entry. I brought my hands to my head.

"You broke into my room!" I demanded. He bit his lip and tried to hide a small grin.

"Here let me explain." He stood up and walked over to me casually.

"The weird woman came around and told me that we were only allowed talk to ourselves or to our mentors. Now, my mentors a grumpy bitch so I decided that I'd rather annoy you so I asked if I could see my partner to discuss tactics and she said 'Sure, if you can manage to break out of your locked door and into another locked door, knock yourself out.' So I did!" He looked pretty pleased with himself.

"Yeah, it's a little thing called sarcasm!" I shouted and he clamped a hand over my mouth furiously.

"Thank you for demonstrating the best way to get caught. I'm going to let go, but if you scream again, I'm locking you in the bathroom, okay?"

He let go and looked for an answer. In answer, I shoved him backwards and he landed on my bed.

"Why, I had no idea that you were this eager! I mean, I knew you were attracted to me but you seriously want..."

"Shut up! Just, shut up!" I said, allowing my face to turn a furious crimson colour.

"Hey," he said, standing up and he put a hand on my cheek, "It's okay. A lot of girls love me, nothing to be embarrassed about."

I slapped his hand away and had to bite down on my tongue to stop myself from screaming again.

"This is all you've been doing since we got together! Saying that I like you, talking about how good-looking you bloody are, kissing me!" I shouted a little at the last one and he raised an eyebrow.

"Leda, it wasn't even a proper kiss. It was the cheek."

"You still had no right to do it!"

He stood closer to me but I didn't back down. Nothing he could say would scare me. I was his perfect match in an argument.

"What if I wanted to?" he whispered in a voice that sent slight shivers down my back, only not for a good reason.

"Well, what if I want to do this?" I said and I smacked him in the stomach. "Or what about this?" I said and I stamped down on his feet.

"Or this?" He said and he pushed me against the wall and kissed me forcefully on the lips. He pushed his body against mine and only then did I realise how strong he was. His hold was enough to keep me perfectly in place as he stole a kiss from me. His lips moved from my mouth to my neck and it was that movement that woke me up and I shoved him away.

"Don't you dare." I spat and he himself looked temporarily dismayed.

"What's wrong?" He whispered. I could not believe what I was hearing.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? I'll tell you what's bloody wrong! I'm on the verge of death and everyone else seems to be celebrating! You can't even take our partnership seriously! And, you think you can just push me around and.. kiss me whenever you bloody well feel like it! Well, I'm going to bloody tell you now that..."

"Don't lie and say you didn't like it."

He moved forward again, attempting to corner me against the wall but I was ready. I walked to the side.

"Why are you doing this? Your trivial brain must at least be able to realise that we are about to face death!" I said. He blinked.

"So, why not have a bit of fun before hand? Do you honestly want to spend your last day slouching around, crying your pretty little eyes out because you're terrified of the future?"

"That sounds like the logical answer, yes."

He rolled his eyes.

"Wouldn't you rather get the most out of life in these last few days? Feel alive and awake again, like you were at home. Just forget about tomorrow. Think about today." He smiled slightly, but it wasn't one of his arrogant smiles. It was inviting. And I didn't like it.

"No. I can't push it away like that..."

"Fine! Let me know when you learn to live a little."

He didn't leave. Instead, he sat on my bed again.

"Right, so how fast a runner are you? Good sprinter?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Decent, I suppose."

He thought about this for a minute.

"Right well, we're aiming for the Cornucopia for definite. Food and weapons are our first priority. But we won't be alone. District 2 is most likely heading that direction to but I can take her and you can go after the little one," he saw the indecision in my face but moved on, "We need to get there quickly. If you reach it first, grab a knife and get in there."

He kept giving the orders but it was basically all the same. Get to the Cornucopia and fight from there. I didn't agree but then again, he wasn't in control of me. I could run from the Cornucopia and follow him later once the massacre was finished. Of course, that would be the most cowardly action ever taken but how was I supposed to take on Amarine? She had Panem fooled with her little celestial smile and her magnificent way with words, gushing and blushing every five seconds.

I folded my arms and pretended to be listening, but really I was wondering why the hell he just did that? I mean, it wasn't due to attraction. Either he enjoyed seeing me squirm or...no, that was it. The idiot got a kick out of watching me feel shocked to the bone and I was sick of it. I had a right mind to do something equally embarrassing to him but then I realised that he would probably enjoy it.

The clock reached half-five as we continued to talk quietly.

"You should go. Someone will be going to your room, probably outside your door right now."

He smirked.

"Yeah, I don't recall seeing the door as I left. Well, I saw it but that doesn't mean it was on its hinges..."

My eyes widened to twice their normal size.

"You tore the door off its hinges? How stupid can you get! Get out now before you get us both in trouble!"

"Don't worry about it. I'll tell them it was budget cuts."

I caught myself smiling despite my anger. He narrowed his eyes when he saw it and smiled slightly himself.

"Well, I'll leave then. Don't want my princess getting into trouble, do I? Besides, once we're in the arena, no one will be able to tell us what to do!"

"I think you're a little confused. Once we're in the arena, people are going to be trying to kill us."

He shrugged.

"Or you could equally argue that we'll be trying to kill them. We could well be on top of that arena, don't you think?"

"No."

He smirked.

"Well, can I just say that I'm looking forward to working with you, Ms. Stonem. And who knows? Maybe I will get a kiss from you."

I crossed my arms and clearly displayed on my face how happy I was about this idea.

"Somehow I doubt it. Now leave, you'll get into even more trouble if they found out you broke in to my room."

"One last kiss, and I'll descend." He murmured. I rolled my eyes.

"Piss off, Romeo."

He smiled.

"Until tonight, my love."

Despite my annoyance, a tiny little smidgen of a smile appeared on my face before I wiped it clean. But not before he saw. Not before he smiled. And not before he placed his hand to his face and blew me a kiss.

I know, I know, it's taken me years to write this little segment but my Mocks are starting next week which I am clearly overjoyed about so I won't be able to write as often as I like anymore . But I'll keep trying. Plus, this counts as English study, right?

LF xoxo