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Chapter 1:

District 12 was in a state of shock. They could not react as Katniss Everdeen ran out of the crowd yelling to volunteer as a tribute when Primrose Everdeen was reaped for the Hunger Games. Not even they're sole drunken victor could pull them out of their shock when he collapsed from the stage as Effie Trinket shook her head and reached into the ball that contains the names of the boys in District 12.

She snatched the first slip of paper she caught and pulled it out with a flick of her hand. She read it once to herself, tasting it in her mouth before shouting it out.

"Ciel Phantomhive!" The crowds murmured softly for there wasn't any Ciel Phantomhive in District 12. Then as Effie is about to call out again a young boy walked out of the line. He walked towards the stage with his hair hiding his eyes and stood beside Katniss.

Effie gave a small cheer, presenting the young tribute to the crowd. The mayor began to give the speech. While he did so Katniss examined her fellow tribute. He wore a shabby long sleeved gray-white shirt with a leather vest; his pants were weathered and gray with dirt. He wore ankle shin high work boots and a leather work cap that helped cover his face further.

His hair was dirty so she could only see that it was black and straight so that the bangs framing his face reached his chin and shortened as they went back. He stood stiffly, his head bowed and his fists clenched. She could see his shoulders trembling.

Ciel was thin, very much so. He reminded her of how thin she had been after her father had died in the mines. He was probably 12 or 13; he had the bad luck of being reaped on his first time. Much like her sister had been.

The mayor finished his speech and the tributes were instructed to shake hands. They turned towards each other and for the first time Ciel lifted his gaze as they're hands interlocked. Katniss stifled a gasp. Ciel wore an old weather bandage that wrapped around his head and covered his right eye. His only visible eye was a deep sapphire blue.

His stared at her in dismay, as they shook hands his expression grim.

"Have a Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!" The tributes released their holds and peacekeepers walked to escort them away.

Ciel sat in large room he had been put into by the peacekeepers after the reaping. It had come as no surprise to him that he was reaped. The whole thing, he knew, was rigged so that it happened that way. Being a demon should have freed him from having to compete.

Hell having Sebastian as his butler should have annihilated the possibility of him EVER having to come in contact with the retched creatures humanity had produced. Sebastian was away on an errand when Claude had arrived at Ciel's home. Ciel being younger and weaker than Claude had no chance of evading him and no way to call Sebastian for help.

Claude had kidnapped him and locked him into a small dimensional realm. Ciel had attempted to escape to no avail. He had stayed locked in there with nothing to do. Of course after a while he started to get thinner and sicker with demon's parallel to starvation.

Later he learned that was what Claude wanted. The demon had given him a small piece of soul to regain his strength but not his healthy look. Claude had explained to him that he would have to compete in the human holiday "Hunger Games" as the male tribute of District 12. Claude had also made it very clear that disobedience would not be tolerated and informed Ciel that Sebastian would not be available until Ciel competed.

Ciel had accepted. Thus here he was, masquerading as an abused orphan whose parents had been arrested and who had been taken into custody and put at the community home. The door to the room opened and Ciel jumped to attention as Claude slid into the room.

His visit was brief. Claude gave him direct instructions on how to build his character. He was to mix his normal personality with that of an innocent frightened child. He would be extremely bipolar, bordering double personality.

Ciel raised an eyebrow at this but did not comment. He would appear to be harmless throughout his stay in the Capitol but charm the audience. After a few more instructions from Claude's part he left reminding Ciel of his imminent threat should he not comply with Claude's requirements.

Ciel shook with rage. How dare he? Who did that imbecile think he was? Of course, Ciel knew that he could do very little in this predicament. He was a demon, but he was still weak and inexperienced, holding the super natural strength of a demon and some skill in fighting that Sebastian had offered to him but little match for full grown demons like Claude.

As Claude left, Ciel sat back down with a sigh. There was an upside to all of this. Ciel had little trouble killing humans. He had enough skill to defeat humans that had training so that surviving wouldn't be a problem.

Besides he was hungry for souls, he had only had a small piece recently and that hadn't been very tasty. Twenty four souls didn't sound all that bad right now. Then he paused. No, twenty three souls. Claude had left him with an odd instruction.

To ally with Katniss. To steer clear of her throughout the first part of the games, but to ally with her when the time was right. To keep her alive and to kill the other tributes he encountered. That did not sound so hard. Ciel smiled as the peacekeepers arrived to take him to the train.

'Let the games begin' He thought

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