A/N: Sorry about the lateness! But here you go, part of the Victory Tour!

This is show time, this is show time, this is show time

Time, time to show it off, time to show it off, it's time to show

Chapter Two:

I do not own the Hunger Games

~I skipped right to the Victory Tour because I was bored, a great excuse if you ask me~

"Aqua… Aqua! Wake up!" I'm in the midst of an amazing dream where I am yet again torturing Prim to death, when I hear my mother's somewhat angry voice. She's never felt the same about me since I volunteered, you should've seen what happened when I got home. I really don't understand what there was to be angry about though, I won, what else could you ask for? Obviously volunteering was not a stupid move.

"Ugh… What is it?" I respond.

My mother sighs. "Do you really not remember?"

Nope. I'm completely blanking.

My silence must answer her question. "The Victory Tour, maybe?" she sarcastically adds. That'd be it.

"Oh… I knew that."

"Mm hmm. I think that maybe, just maybe, you might want to get ready for it. But of course that's just a suggestion." My mother leaves my room. I think I'm going to take that suggestion.

"And just so you know, Emberlynn's here!" I hear my mother shout from outside of my door. I think I might be a little late getting up.

After getting ready in an exceptionally quick amount of time, and end up dressed in a bright blue sweater overtop of a plain black shirt, tight black pants, and tall brown leather boots, all of which were provided for me in the house after winning the Hunger Games, so in other words, they were things I wouldn't have worn before. The only reason I'm wearing it now is because I'm supposed to look 'professional'. I sprint down the spiral staircase in my new home in Victor's Village to find Emberlynn impatiently waiting in my living room, along with both of my parents.

"We've gotta go now, you've been holding us up," Emberlynn announces, already strolling towards the doorway, me at her heels. Outside of Victor's Village is another one of the Capitol's trains, this one even more luxurious than the last somehow. Emberlynn leads me inside, where I find Parker, Skittora, Enobaria, his stylist whose name is apparently Larkin, and our prep teams, who in some way I still don't know the names of. I think mine are named Cyan, Safira, and Red. I'm not completely sure though.

"Our first stop is District Twelve, then Eleven, and so on, until we get to Two, which will be skipped, then back to One, and finally the Capitol where there will be a banquet and another interview," Skittora explains. I don't think I can handle another interview.

Emberlynn speaks again, "I have your speeches prepared right—"

"We don't get to make our own speeches?" I interrupt.

"No! Do you know how badly that would turn out? In District Twelve, you'd probably just end up cursing at Katniss and her family!" She knows me too well.

"Well… Yeah… But can't we at least do something creative and not stereotypical? Those bore me to death!"

"I'm gonna have to agree with Aqua on this," Parker adds.

At this point Emberlynn has gotten very annoyed with both of us. "I'll let you say something different at the end, but stick with what's written on the cards for the most part."

"There's our first stop!" Larkin exclaims.

Looking out of the train's window, I see we're arriving in a dingy, run-down District. The living conditions here are much worse then I'd imagined. The train pulls into the Justice Building, whose tainted demeanor reflects that of its District, and its District's tributes.

Emberlynn sighs. "Just read off of the card. And try not to make them start a riot."

"Who cares about them, why should I need their support?" I respond. "I'm not at all sorry for what I did, and I won't pretend to be. I'll do whatever I want."

"Then good luck," Enobaria laughs sarcastically.

Parker and I get off of the train, and immediately smell the musky odor of what must be mold. The path that leads to the stage is dark, and the only thing I can see is a light at the end, signaling the outdoors. But before I can reach that light, I feel a sharp tug on my waist.

~Parker's POV~

(Bet you didn't expect that!)

Sometimes I simply cannot stand Aqua. Sure, she's my friend, but still. I don't see why she bothers to try to convince herself that she won't actually start a riot, like Emberlynn said. These people in District Twelve must despise her, but I'm definitely not going to say anything. We enter District Twelve's Justice Building, and behind me in the gloomy corridor, I hear a cry.

"Get off me, you dirty little-!" If this matter ever comes up later, an 'I told you so' will be in order. Another screech cuts her off. I can't see what's happening, but I hear the sound of someone's body slamming onto the ground.

"Aqua? Was that you?" I ask.

"Nope, but I think we should probably get out of here soon," she replies, and starts running to the stage. I run after her, and I can hear the person behind us stumbling forward as well. We finally enter the bright outdoors, and I'm hoping the attacker will seem concerned about the crowd that would watch them try to kill Aqua. But of course, they don't care. The person has followed us onto the platform, and not to my surprise, it's Aqua's worst enemy, Katniss Everdeen. She's bruised and panting, but clearly has her mind set on revenge. The crowd behind us is murmuring and gasping at the sight.

Aqua and Katniss are glaring at each other in silence, both envisioning a first move. Without warning, Katniss flings herself at an unsuspecting Aqua, who is thrown to the ground. Normally Aqua would have the upper hand, even though Katniss is four years older, but now Aqua has nowhere to attack from. But knowing her, she'll find some way to get out of this. The Peacekeepers are coming for her, but the crowd is fighting them and keeping them from getting to the stage.

I can see Katniss whispering threats to Aqua, but the roar of the people makes it impossible to hear exact words. At this point, I don't think Aqua has a chance of winning this by herself. She's going to hate me for interfering, but she needs the help. Since Katniss is so intent on Aqua, she doesn't look around to see anything happening. Perfect. I creep up behind them, and bowl over Katniss. I can plainly see the anger in her eyes, and she doesn't give up. She struggles under me, but isn't able to get out. I look over to Aqua, who is furious, but gives off a feel of vengeance.

"Looks like someone won't be able to get their revenge," she gloats.

"I swear, I will kill you," she responds indignantly. "You don't deserve glory."

"I don't deserve glory? I've done much more in my life then you ever will."

Katniss is somehow more infuriated now than before, and tries to escape again. In retaliation, I flatten her head against the concrete.

"And you don't deserve it any more than her!" she screams.

"You know what? I don't care! I have worked towards this moment my entire life; I deserve it just as much!" Yet again, Katniss pushes herself off of the ground, only to be pressed down harder. So much harder, in fact, that she stops moving.

"It looks like we're arriving in District One!" Skittora proclaims. I look out of the window of the train and see a beautiful city, much like the Capitol, which is not very surprising since it's the richest District. We get to their Justice Building and exit the train.

"Just don't screw up," Emberlynn's words of encouragement. Thanks for the support. She gives us the notecards.

Parker and I walk onto the stage while the rest of them stay behind, and the District's residents go wild. There's a huge throng that stretches on for what looks like about a mile. Near the front are two platforms with the pictures of Hunter and Stingra, and their families underneath them. I know they're very disappointed that they were dead, but they certainly look relieved that we won. I wait for the cheering to end, and look to the notecard.

"Good morning District One!" I begin. Parker and I go off on the normal speech for a while, which is very boring, even for the person giving the speech.

"And never forget your tributes, even though their lives have been lost, they will stay with us in our memories forever, as not only our fellow allies, but as our friends," Parker ends meaningfully. The crowd cheers again, and we go back to the train.

Think less and see it grow

Like a riot, like a riot oh

Not easily offended

Not hard to let it go

From the mess to the masses

'Lisztomania' by Phoenix

A/N: The next chapter will be a condensed version of the rest of the Victory Tour, then after that the feast at the Capitol, then back to District Two. Then, a day in Aqua's normal life, then the Reaping, then Aqua and Parker mentoring the new tributes. It'll be more interesting than it sounds.

So what did you think? What do you hope to see later? What could I improve on? Tell me in a review!