AN: Hey guys! I just wanted to give the Disclaimer, since I haven't already.

I do NOT own Invader Zim OR the Hunger Games. Or else I'd be filthy rich…and I'm not. =P

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I cringed as a stylist tugged on my mangled hair.

Oh, yes. I had a stylist. Whoop-dee-do. Sigh.

I personally could care less about my appearance…in fact, if they hasn't covered my scars up with makeup, I could have actually looked tough. But no…they just HAD to try to make me look flawless.

"Oh, dear! You look hideous!" one stylist exclaimed.

"Like an animal!" another one said, causing all of the ladies to giggle. Ugh. Couldn't I have male stylists? Female stylists obviously had a way with finding every single flaw about me. Not to mention they were trying to make me look perfect.

After they finished with my hair, they moved on to applying more makeup on me. This was just GREAT. A boy in makeup. Sure, not like it would show, but I've never been one to really care about covering up all of my scratches and tears in my skin. I didn't want to look like a baby who had never been cut in my life.

The stylists let me be for a few moments and began to whisper among themselves. A few of them nodded, looking back at me to see if I needed to be polished some more. But with a few moments of consulting, they decided to let me see myself in the mirror.

I bit my lip at what I saw.

I looked completely smooth. My glasses were gone and replaced with contacts. But my hair stayed the same. I brought up my hand to stroke the scythe, grateful that they had allowed that to stay. I wanted to look at least a little bit recognizable.

One of the stylists left the room, and came back with a male stylist. He had curly brown hair and fair skin. He walked forward and held out his hand for me to shake. A little bit hesitant, I took his hand and shook it.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Noah," he greeted me with a huge grin. "And you're Dib."

I blushed, unused to the fact that nearly everyone knew my name, now. "Uh, yeah. That's me."

Noah began to prod me and stroke me in the placed where the makeup wasn't rubbed in just right, and he reached forward to run his fingers through my hair.

"We could use this scythe. As your trademark, I mean," he noted.

I rocked back and forth on my shoe-less heels, and finally got a good look at the man as he was admiring my hair. "I don't think I've seen you before in the broadcasting of the Games." I observed.

Noah laughed. "You would have to be quite delusional if you had. This is my first year being a stylist. And even though I got to choose last on which area I picked, I got the one I wanted." Noah said with a friendly grin.

Mental note: this guy might be worth trusting. But be on your toes.

After he was finished inspecting me, Noah and I left to eat lunch. And of course he asked if I could eat it with him.

Well, it was better than eating lunch with Zim and Dwicky.

I stared down at my sandwich, looking at it's contents. There was some weird spread on it, something that someone in my area would never see. I took a bite, and found out that the sandwich, just like everything else here, was delicious. I savored each and every bite until I was finished. I rested my head on my hands, waiting for Noah to finish his own lunch, some sort of a soup.

Noah paused about halfway into his soup and looked me directly in the eyes. "Everyone here must seem pretty despicable to you," he commented. I jumped in my seat, not expecting the statement. "Uh…no! O-of course not…" I lied. Noah just gave me a disbelieving glance before I changed the subject.

"So…uh…what will my chariot outfit look like?" I questioned. Every year the tributes would go on a chariot ride around the Cornucopia, getting lots of applause from the audience. So basically it's our one time of glory before we die.

"Oh, about that…your aren't afraid of water, are you?"

I gulped.

Hours later, it is time for the chariot ride. I am in a full length swimsuit that covers my whole body besides my head. I twitch and climb into the chariot. What in the world was Noah gonna do to us?

I felt the weight of the chariot shift; Zim was climbing in. His body was tense and his eyes were open wide in fear.

Oh, yeah I forgot.

Irkens were "allergic" to water, weren't they?

Noah looked up at us and grinned. "Okay…what we're gonna do is: in front of the chariot there is two long chutes that water will spray out of, okay? One sprays water directly at you, one sprays water above your heads. This will give off the illusion that you are enclosed in a dome of water, while standing in a constant wave of it as well.

Zim let out a squeak.

"Oh, yes. Also, your swimsuits change colors once you flick them on, so make sure you do that before you're out there! And…link arms."

I was taken aback. "Why?"

Zim link my arm with his before Noah could say anything. "You silly human. You should be happy that you are holding ZIM'S hand. It is the most amazing hand in the universe, you know," he whispered in my ear.

I grumbled something. Zim won't seem all amazing when he's withering on the chariot floor in pain.

It was an hour before we finally got to go out. We were the last chariots to go, after all. I flicked on my swimsuit, and so did Zim. Noah gave us the thumbs-up sign and flicked on the water. Zim's eyes flashed and he screwed up his eyes, ready for the pain, but it never came, much to my surprise.

He finally opened his eyes, and looked around at his surroundings. People were cheering for us! Us! Me! Zim!

People were literally screaming and whistling, giving us standing ovations. Even caught a flower that some lady in the front had tossed.

We wheeled around and around the stadium, and I began to feel amazing. So much attention! I was actually wanted? No way!

I blew a kiss to the crowd from behind my water curtain and the crowd went crazy. They tackled some guy to the ground, because he "caught" it. Wow. Now my air-born kisses were even taken like real objects to the crowd.

"We're stunning!" I heard Zim exclaim, his eyes sparkling with joy. I nodded in agreement.

When we wheeled in, the president gave a speech. Then all of the chariots made a final round around the Cornucopia, and we earned even more cheers then our first round. I was actually giggling! My hand flew up to my mouth, but that just made Zim giggle. And his giggle made me giggle, and soon enough, right after we were out of sight, we were laughing uncontrollably.

After we recovered, Zim cocked an invisible eyebrow while grinning at me. "Well, Dib-thing. You should be a water boy more often. It…looks good on you."

Oh, so here was the playing nice game again. Well, I wasn't going to fall for it.

In fact, I was going to play too.

With a grin, I leaped forward and engulfed Zim in a big hug.