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My prep team, made up of three stylists that looked relatively normal, save for their hair colors, made me over within a few hours. My entire body was stripped of any hair except for my blonde hair upon my head. My skin is cleaner than it has been in ages, and honestly, it feels amazing.

The three stylists, named Salem, Sage, and Sylva, soon exited the room, leaving me to wait for the lead stylist that would make me over for the Tribute Parade. The Tribute Parade scares me more than the idea of fighting to the death in the arena itself does.

The doors slide open, and a tall and thin man walks in. His skin is pale, and his hair is a long and golden-brown, looking like a lion's mane. His eyes are his only really strange feature. They shine, golden, much like a cat's eye. A grin slides upon his face as he walks over to me. I sit up on the table that the prep team had put me on and stare him down, no expression on my face.

"Hey there. Your name is Leilani, right?" I nod, and he smiles. "Name's Simba." I have to grin at that; no wonder he looks like he does. He chuckles as well. "I see you get the reference with my look.

I shrug. "I like it. I can already tell that it fits you." But the smile soon falls from my face. "You're here to get me ready for the Tribute Parade?" Simba nods and moves to grab his bag. "How long do you have to try and make me look good?"

The brown-haired man smiles, a sly, cat-like smile. "Well, I've already got something in mind. Last year's design for District 8? I absolutely hated it. It didn't flatter the District at all, as if the stylist last year had already given up. I want to show put you in a costume that people will gape at." I nod slowly, not understanding what he was getting at. "Well, I know that you guys make cloth and thread and all that stuff, right?" I nod again, still not understanding.

Simba only smiles and pulls something out of his bag. I gape at the costume he brings out. He chuckles again.

"I told you so."

{ may the odds be ever in your favor }

I run out to meet Clay, Woof, and Cecilia, dressed in a black cloak. Clay is dressed in the same thing, but a huge grin is on his face. As I approach them, I almost trip, wincing as I stand upright. Obviously, I can't walk in heels. Simba follows me, as well as Clay's stylist, a tall, muscled, blond man named Cloud. He looks rather serious, but he's just as normal looking, if not more so, than Simba.

The blond stylist, Cloud, grins a little at seeing the two of us. Simba grasps my hand quickly. "You two are going to knock their socks off, I know it." I smile, wishing that I was as confident as he was. My hair has been made wavy, and it's tied back with a long, beautiful, red ribbon made of silk, and Clay had the same type of ribbon around his neck. It signified that we were from the same District.

He lifts himself onto the chariot and holds his hand out to me. I take it and grasp it tight, squeezing it as Simba lets go of my other hand. I breathe heavily as Clay helps me up and into the chariot. The brunette boy smiles a little. "Don't be nervous, Lei. I'm sure you look absolutely stunning."

I smile a little, but still don't let go of his hand. I only squeeze it a little tighter, holding onto him for any source of comfort I can get. Clay doesn't complain. The first chariot goes. Second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh…

Finally, our chariot begins to go. Our cloaks flutter as we ride forward, and, as the crowd cheers for us, Clay squeezes my hand once. He squeezes it again a second later. As he squeezes my hand a third time, both of us rip off our cloaks and let them fly into the crowd.

Our costumes are thin, white silk, covered in layer after layer of colorful thread. I have butterfly wings on my back, and Clay has eagle wings. Our chariot ride seems like it lasts forever, but in truth, we're only going for a few seconds. Flowers fly from the stands towards us, and I catch one with one hand, Clay catching one with his teeth. I smile widely and wave cheerily, looking much happier than I feel.

As we pull to a stop, I laugh loudly, whooping. We seem to have gotten a perfect reaction from the sponsors, and I can't help but feel amazing. The first hurdle wasn't much of a hurdle at all. I turn to Clay with a wide grin, one which is reflected back at me on his face.

Without warning, I leap into his arms and hug him tightly. More loud cheers come from the crowd as District 12 rides through. I turn back to see the two Tributes on fire. My eyes widen, but I smile. They really shone, looks like we were upstaged. Although I know we had one of the best reveals of the entire Parade. That thought alone made me happy.

I listen to President Snow's speech, continuing to hold onto Clay as my eyes scan the rest of the twenty-four Tributes. Districts 1 and 2 have formidable Tributes, for sure. 11 looks like the boy could put up a fight, but the girl, a little girl, breaks my heart. 12, of course, I now have my eye on.

I stare at 2 again, and I gasp. Two blue eyes stare back at me and I quickly look away, my face flushing slightly. Cato is from District 2. I send a quick glance at him one more time. He's looked away, to District 12, and is now glaring at the boy.

When President Snow finishes his speech, we arrive backstage, where I jump off the chariot into Simba's open arms. He laughs and spins me around a little. "Look at you," he says admiringly. "Look at you both! You did amazing!"

"Well, 12 kind of stole the show after us though," replies Clay, almost jokingly.

Cloud shrugs. "So? I think many people had their eyes on you two. Especially with your PDA, kids." I roll my eyes. Of course, people would have seen our victory celebration of a simple hug. Gosh, people must think a hug is a marriage proposal around here if they make a big deal of it. "Seriously, they've already started to support you two."

I exchange a gleeful look with Clay, both of our eyes brightening considerably. We have support.

I giggle a little as Maret scurries up, nearly tripping from her extra high heels, but her face is bright and happy. "I saw it as I was preparing your rooms, you two are amazing!" she cheers. "I could not be happier. Congratulations to both of you! Now, would you like to see your rooms?"

Both Clay and I nod. I figure that if we're going to die, I want to at least spend the last few days I have with no regrets. I smile widely as Maret leads Woof, Cecilia, Simba, Cloud, Clay, and I away from our chariot. I laugh along with Clay and our mentors as Cloud and Simba bicker a little, joking around with one another like they're old friends.

A shiver runs up my spine as I feel eyes on me. I slow my walk to a halt, the others passing me by quickly, and turn back around to see Cato's blue eyes staring at me again. I bite my lip and turn away from his powerful gaze quickly, before peering back at him, only slightly. He's still staring. I make up my mind, sending the muscled Career a confident smirk. He looks taken aback, and I laugh quietly, shaking my head at his surprise.

"Hey! Leilani, come on, you slowpoke!" Clay's voice yells from a distance. Turning back around, I stick my tongue out playfully at my District partner. The blue eyed boy only laughs. I can feel Cato's gaze following me, but I don't turn around again. He doesn't matter.

But the look he gave me… I couldn't help but be lost in his eyes. He was intense, a power, and he seems to have taken an interest in me. Why, I don't know. I do know that I'm a little scared of what's going to happen. Cato is built like a warrior. I'm a thin, pale, blonde girl who worked to make clothing. If I ever fight him, I know that I wouldn't survive more than five minutes.

That's what worries me the most.

{ may the odds be ever in your favor }

After changing into more comfortable clothes, which Simba also designed and made for me, I retreat to the room that Maret has made up for me. I lie on the bed and stare out the window next to me. It's in that moment when I can't help but miss home.

A knock on the door once more brings me out of my stupor. I look to see Clay, holding a can of what looks like soda. He tosses one to me, and I nod gratefully. He grins and sits on the floor, his back against my bed. I slide down next to him and practically inhale the sugary drink.

"So we start training tomorrow," Clay deadpans cheerfully, not wasting anymore time with soda or talk of the Games. I nearly groan; training. In truth, now that the Tribute Parade is over, that's my biggest worry. I have barely any muscle to my frail figure. It's mostly in my legs, but if it comes down to it, I can probably wield a knife, and that's it. "You nervous?"

I nod. "I'm terrified, Clay. I have no chance, and that's really just settled in. I can't lift a weapon, what the hell am I going to do?" I wonder calmly. Clay sends a worried look towards me.

"Then let's not talk about the training. If we're going to be partners, we should at least know a little about each other. So what's your story?" I look at him, slightly confused. "You know, what your life's like?" he asks instead.

I have to laugh at his attempt to change the subject. Running a hand through my hair, I reply, "Well, I'm sixteen. I'll be turning seventeen in a little less than a month. I have one older brother, Glenn. He's nineteen, and he's always been my rock. I think you know him. Then there's me, the second child. After me is my little brother, Myre. That kid is going to grow up to be a heartbreaker. He's only thirteen though, and I'm not eager to see him or Fleur grow up. Fleur is nine, and she's the sweetest, most innocent girl you could ever meet. My parents are cool, they're always working though. What about you?"

Clay thinks for a moment. "I'm eighteen. I'll be turning nineteen in around three weeks, seventeen days to be exact." My eyes widen; Clay will be either in the arena or dead during his nineteenth birthday. "I know, my luck sucks. But my little sister, Jade, who's twelve, has my pop to look after her. My mom died a few years ago, that sickness in the winter almost five years ago got her."

I smile and hug Clay with one arm, and his arm wraps around my waist before we both pull back. "I guess we both have things worth fighting for. Let's both do our best in the training tomorrow. No regrets, right?" Clay nods and we grasp hands once again, awaiting tomorrow.

{ may the odds be ever in your favor }

The training room is cold. I wrap my arms tighter around myself as I look around the room. There's weapon stations and survival stations, ranging from the lethal sword to the tiny ropes to the edible wildlife. I have to admit that I'm impressed. It's like the Capitol actually wants us to have a chance. Or at least, not be able to just lie down and die once we enter the arena.

I look around at the other Tributes. Most of them are terrifying in stature compared to me, but there are two younger children. District 11 and District 4 have Tributes that are only twelve years old. I can tell just by their look. It breaks my heart to know that Myre and Jade could have been here instead of me. Suddenly, that thought makes being stuck here so worth it.

As training starts, Clay runs off towards the weapons, and begins to test himself with multiple killing tools. From sickles to spears to swords, his strong arms seem to be able to handle holding the weapons.

However, I move to the Survival Training instead. It's relatively simple for me, as I've done things like fishing and finding edible plants and insects. District 8 had gone through a famine when I was ten, and Glenn, Myre, and myself had to find food for our family. I'm thanking everything I have that I'd survived and learned from that. Making fire is a little more challenging, but I eventually manage after a few tries. Camouflage, hammock making, shelters, and snares are things that I decide to spread out throughout the next few days.

Looking at the clock, I notice that we're already halfway through the day. I bite my lip and finally move towards one of the weapons stages. I already know that I'm absolutely pitiful with anything but lighter weapons. I test the weight of a small axe, finding that it isn't as heavy as its larger companion. But when I attempt to raise a heavy sword, it falls from my hands and clatters to the floor. I can hear another Tribute snickering a few feet away.

I continue to test the weight of each weapon, not revealing my skill in using them, although, within the two week training period we have, I know I'll have to practice at some point.

I feel someone come up behind me, and turn to see my dark-haired partner. "Lei, come on. We're going through the ropes course now," Clay mutters. I nod and let him drag me over to the ropes course. I get on line after the brunette from District 12, and then I hear someone yelling.

"You stole my knife!" My head whips around to see Cato, harassing another Tribute and being held back by the Peacekeepers. I frown a little and look around. I look up to see the District 11 girl twirling his knife in her hands. I have to smile.

But Cato still looked murderous as he was being held back from slaughtering the other boy. I think fast and look around the room quickly. There's a similar looking knife over on the benches near me. I walk over and grab it quickly. "Cato, is this what you're looking for?" I call over to him.

Cato's eyes snap to me as I hold up the knife. Clay hisses something to me, a warning of some sort, but my gaze doesn't break as Cato storms over. He stares down at my petite figure. He towers over me by almost half a foot. His voice is quiet as he demands, "Where did you find that?"

I shrug. "It was lying around on the benches. Someone must've moved it so it wasn't sat on and broken, or something like that. Here," I hold the knife out to him, praying he wouldn't realize it isn't the same. His hand gently reaches up and plucks the knife from my fingers, brushing my hand as he pulls away. I refuse to blink until he backs away slightly, nodding in thanks, and turning away.

A small smile arises on my face. He isn't so scary. He seems like he's trying too hard to be the bad guy. Maybe that's a good thing; he detaches himself from the other Tributes, so he feels nothing when he has to kill them. He is a Career. They are trained to kill. Cato is supposed to be a ruthless force, but maybe he's not all bad as a person. He's human, too.

I turn away, and look back. Cato looks up at the same time, and his eyes lock on mine. I send him a small smile before looking away. If I had only watched him for a second longer, I may have been able to see the smile that he sends back.

{ may the odds be ever in your favor }

I exit the elevator after an uneventful dinner. I can't sleep. I'm too stressed out by the idea of having to go back to training.

It's just as cold up on the roof as down on the eighth floor, and I frown a little. I suddenly wish I'd brought a jacket, but I don't want to return just to go grab one. A shiver runs down my back, and I cross my arms to protect myself from the cold. I look out on the city, leaning against the guardrail.

The Capitol is beautiful after dark. Even I can admit that, as it's the truth. The lights from the buildings all over the city make the city brighter than the stars in the night sky above it. I look up at the sky, and find the full moon almost immediately. I reach into my pocket and pull out my token.

I swear that I'll do my best, Myre.

I shiver again as the breeze ruthlessly attacks me. I frown a little, rubbing my arms to bring warmth back to them.

Suddenly, a warm cloth falls over my shoulders, and I look around frantically. "Woah, calm down there," a voice says quietly. I blink a little in confusion when Cato leans next to me. I look to him, and mutter my thanks. "Don't mention it," he says shortly. "It's payment for handing me that knife today. You kept me from doing something stupid, even though it wasn't the same knife I was looking for."

I cringe and groan. "So you knew?" I look up to him, and see the smirk on his face. "Hey, whip that damn smirk off your face Cato. It's not funny!"

He laughs a little, and I smile. He has a nice laugh, when he's not laughing at another person's physical pain. His voice isn't deep, but it's clear and… it's just a really nice sound. "I knew as soon as you gave it to me. Although, it was a lot sharper than the knife that went missing, so thanks." He grins a wide, perfectly white grin and I smile again at his antics.

Pulling his jacket tighter around me, I nuzzle my face into the soft fabric. It has a nice smell to it. That sounds amazingly creepy, but it's true. It smells like chocolate and strawberries, and I wonder if that's what Cato smells like. Not that I'll ever get close enough to tell. Plus that would be seriously creepy if I did. I slip my arms through the sleeves, starting to wear it as if it was my own. It feels warm, I can't help it.

"So that's your District token?" he asks seriously, pointing at the watch. I nod. "It's really nice. Where'd you get it?"

I smile fondly at the small brass object. "Yeah… I know my family had it, but I got it from my little brother. He gave it to me before I was dragged away." I look up at Cato curiously. "Do you have one?"

He nods and reaches into his dark blue shirt. He pulls out a chain necklace with a silver shark tooth on the end. The tooth glitters in the moonlight. "I got this when I was five. It was a gift from my mom when I entered the Academy. I won't go anywhere without it," he confesses.

"You know, I expected the Careers to be scarier." I grin cheekily up at Cato. "You're not so bad. Your partner though, she worries me." His partner is a little girl, with dark hair and glittering eyes, with a sadistic weapons fetish.

He scoffs at that. "Clove isn't right in the head. I've known her for a long time, she always loved to play with knives." I laugh a little at his bluntness. "So you're Leilani? District 8? Nice name." I smile at him.

"Yeah. My mom named me. It means 'royal child of Heaven' or something like that. Most people call me Lei though, my full name is a mouthful." I don't know why I'm socializing with him so much, but he doesn't seem like a bad person. I can't bring myself to hate him.

Cato thinks for a moment. He's silent for a minute before saying, "I'm not sure, but I think Cato means 'all-knowing'. I suppose it's fitting," he jokes. I laugh again, and sit upon the guardrail, balancing myself a bit before leaning forward, holding onto the rails as I do.

I don't want to go to sleep just yet. I still can't bring myself to feel tired. "So how's your training going?" I blurt a random question, regretting it as soon as it leaves my lips. I mentally start beating myself, but Cato doesn't seem to mind. In fact, his face lights up at the question.

"It's going great. I mean, I can already do a lot of the fighting stuff that they have for us there, so I guess it's going to be a walk in the park. Training, at least, you know?" I wish I knew. I can barely pick up a sword, let alone swing it around like he does. I only look down and shake my head. "Huh? But you completed that rope course like it was nothing."

He's right. I vaulted myself across the wide gap with almost no trouble, but as I climbed back down, I just let myself drop, catching myself on both feet from the drop. I shake my head. "It was just from a lot of practice over the years, especially when I have to climb machinery back home. I'm honestly nothing special. I can't wield a sword or any type of weapon like you can," I confess quietly.

Cato frowns a little. "It's not hard. It just takes a lot of practice." Practice that he's had. Apparently the Careers train in an Academy until they volunteer for the Games.

I let out a harsh laugh. "Cato, I have less than a few days to practice now. I can't even pick up anything heavier than a knife or a hatchet. Maybe a bow and arrows, but smaller weapons are all I can do."

"Clove only uses knives. You'll be fine." I look up at him, but he's leaning next to me, facing the wall of the Training Center. I smile a little.

"Thanks." Jumping down from the guardrail, I shed his jacket and offer it back to him. Cato stops me.

A soft, almost invisible smile is on his face. "Keep it. It's colder inside," he says quietly.

I nod. "Goodnight then, Cato. I'll see you tomorrow." I put the jacket back on, taking in the sweet smell again before smiling at him once more and fleeing inside. I don't hear Cato reply, but I keep his jacket on, even as I arrive back in my own room.

Scurrying up to my room, I jump into bed, still in the clothing I was on while I sat on the roof, and curl up. Sleep eventually overtakes me, but throughout the wait, my thoughts are of home, Clay, my mentors, training, and Cato.

I suppose you can say I have a teensy crush on the blond Career from District 2.

{ may the odds be ever in your favor }

Training the next day is just as intense as yesterday. This time, however, I've joined Clay in working with weapons. He hands me a short sword, and I grab another. He picks up a long sword, and grins cheekily. I glare playfully at him, and he gently and slowly strikes down with his blade.

"Parry!" he commands. I lift both of my swords to catch his and deflect it. "Good." Clay swipes a hit horizontally, attempting to hit my chest. His movements are still a little slow. I raise one of my weapons and block him, while the other points at his chest. He groans. "Not fair, you work with two!"

I simply shrug. "Come on, I'm sure I'll beat you in axe throwing, too," I challenge him, a mocking tone to my voice.

Clay grins again. "Oh, it is so on." I laugh. We've been having competitions all throughout the day. He's bested me in wrestling, weightlifting, knives, tridents, and hand-to-hand, but I managed to steal a win from him in most all of the survival skills. But we're both getting better, that's all either of us can ask for.

Picking up a small hatchet, I look to Clay. He holds up a medium-sized axe. I look around; no one seems to be watching. I pull Clay over to a small corner, where the lighting is dimmer, and the dummies are just as far away. Clay holds up his axe. "Sure, go first," I sigh, mocking exasperation.

The axe is quick to leave his hand, landing square in the dummy's stomach. I pout a little. From the spear throwing he did yesterday, I knew he was good, but not this good. I playfully shove him out of the way, and raise my own small hatchet. With focus, I toss it, but it lands in the shoulder of the dummy. I groan.

"Wow, you do suck at this," Clay jokes. I glare at him. He sighs and walks over to the dummy, pulling both of our weapons from its foam figure. He hands mine back to me. "What you need to do is hold your axe like this." He demonstrates, and I attempt to mimic his grip. "Good. Now throw."

I throw again, aiming for the head. Of course, I miss again, but this time, I hit the neck. "Woah," I breathe. Clay laughs, and pats me on the back, congratulating me on not failing so horribly anymore.

He smiles. "Way to go, Lei. Now, let's scatter. People are getting suspicious. Anything you're going to check out now?" he asks. I follow his gaze to see Cato's eyes constantly darting over to where we're standing.

In reply, I shake my head. "No. I'm pretty decent with a bow. I cannot throw tridents, so I'm not going to try spears. Knives are pretty much the same as axes. I finished almost everything else yesterday. I'm going to try my hand at fire making again. See if I can get any faster than yesterday."

Leaning in, Clay mutters, "Be careful. I've had my eye on the Careers for a while now. District 2 hasn't been able to stop looking at you." My eyes widen. Cato has been watching me. I don't turn around, but I nod as Clay moves away. "I'll go and practice on the ropes again.

I hear him move away, and I quickly make a break for the fire making station. I kneel in the grass, breathing heavily as I look around. It looks like I'm in a panic as I tie the rope around a long stick and begin to make a fire. Smoke rises from the pile of leaves and grass and it bursts into flames.

Looking at my time, I see that it took me five minutes to make that fire. I groan. Not good enough, but it'll have to do for now. Better than yesterday, at least, when it took me seven minutes. I stand up and brush my clothing off. When I look up, my eyes find blue ones immediately.

"Cato."

He nods a little. "I saw you with that axe." My blood practically runs cold as he says that, ever so quietly. "You have a chance, Lei, why aren't you…"

I shake my head and stop him from speaking. "Cato, I'm going to die. I resigned myself to death the moment I volunteered. You have a chance though, and I'll tell you now, I'll do what I can to help you. But if you kill me, then so be it."

The blond boy frowns a little. "Kill you? Why…" I nod to his fellow Careers, and he stares at them. Their gazes are harsh as the two girls glare harshly at me, while the District 1 boy eyes Clay, who is on line after the District 12 boy for the ropes. "Don't mind them. They're just…"

"Sizing up the competition, I know. But they're looking at me and Clay like we're something to eat. I'm scared, and you know it." Cato nods quietly, and I jump down from the fire making station to see the District 12 boy fall painfully from the ropes. I gasp a little and push past Cato, who rejoins the rest of the Careers. I kneel down next to the District 12 boy. "You okay?"

He nods weakly as he sits up. "Yeah, I'm fine."

I frown and look up at the ropes. They'd twisted upside down, and I realize why he'd fallen. "When you try again, try balancing your weight. At the top, keep your hands close together, but don't be afraid to spread your feet a little."

The boy stares at me in confusion. "What…?"

"Trust me. You need to put more weight into your arms than your legs, but keep it equal so you can keep a good grip." I stand and flee towards the gauntlet, the obstacle course laid out for the Tributes.

As I run the obstacle course, I stop in the middle, hearing a loud crash from across the room. My eyes land on a weight, which had been thrown into a weapons stand, the lethal objects scattering across the floor. Cato and the Careers are standing next to the weapons, shock written across their faces. I grin; it's about time someone rubbed the smirks off their faces.

I look over to where the weight may have been thrown from. It's the District 12 boy, standing there with a frown on his face. He makes eye contact with me, and I slowly and silently clap. He smiles a little and goes back to the ropes. My gaze goes back to Cato, who suddenly looks impressed, and walks away.

I turn back to the gauntlet, and start from the beginning. The time on the clock that I'd asked to have set was two minutes. The clock started and I dashed off, running over the obstacles, tripping once or twice.

After I make it to the end, the clock stops. I'd made it in only thirteen seconds over two minutes. Not bad, I decide, and I move on. I look around the room once again, trying to decide what I'm going to use tomorrow to impress the Gamemakers.

Although I wasn't sure I wanted a high score.

Maybe I could pull a Johanna Mason, from District 7. She pretended to be a fragile little girl throughout the entire games, and made it to the top four. Once she did, she used an axe to viciously murder the rest of her competition. I think I could do that. Or I like to think so.

There are only a few problems with that strategy. First being that I don't think I can kill like she did. Secondly, Cato already saw me throwing that hatchet at the dummy, having it land in the neck. That plan is already flawed beyond repair.

I groan sadly, and sink to the floor. Whatever chance I thought that I had is gone. I have no chance of surviving past the bloodbath unless I make an alliance with someone who is willing to save my ass, and I'm sure not letting Clay die for me. He actually has a chance to survive.

"Hey." I look up to see Cato standing over me, for once, with a worried look on his face. "You okay?"

I nod slowly. "Fine."

Thanks for all the favorites and the follows guys. :) Means a lot to me. Sorry I'm a little late in updating, but I hope you guys enjoy it. It makes me feel really good about my writing. Anyways, I'm going to be continuing this story, as I just got the movie on my computer. It makes me happy. I swear, that movie is absolutely perfect.

Alright, what I'm going to be doing is that I'm also going to be attempting to balance my school and my other writings. I'm going to be working mainly on this, but I'm also probably going to be starting two things: an X-Men: First Class fic and a Nolan's Batman Trilogy... well, Trilogy fic. I'm also thinking about making a series where I explore the Tributes' backstories in their home District and who they have waiting for them at home.

If you noticed that I made a cover, ta-dah~ I used a picture of Cato (played by Alexander Ludwig), Leilani (played by Spencer Locke), and Clay (played by Logan Lerman). I love these actors, don't hate on what they look like.

As for why I'm making Cato why he is, look at the title. I'm trying to explore a more human side of him. Even if he doesn't show it in the movie, I really want to just continue to explore a backstory. I also really want to make Cato seem more like a person who is also susceptible to someone he's drawn to. He has emotions, too.

Anyways, please review, I really would love some feedback. Flames will be used to heat up my hot cocoa. Because I don't like marshmallows. :) Thanks again guys!