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Sakura, Sasuke, Kakashi, and Anko arrived at the Capitol after three days of traveling via the Capitol train. During those three days, the four of them delved deep into Kakashi's plan. They discussed it over lunch and dinner, going over how sponsors work and how to gain their favor. Kakashi shared survival tips, particularly for the first brutal day of the games when the bloodbath is most intense. Anko provided insights about the main sponsors and how to appeal to them.

At first, Sakura was cautious about Anko. Her initial impression of Anko was not favorable; she seemed as cruel as the rest of the Capitol citizens. Surprisingly, Anko revealed a dislike for President Orochimaru's treatment of the people, earning a plus point in Sakura's book. Anko's exuberant aura was a stark contrast to Kakashi's calm demeanor. Anko was fun to be around, while Kakashi was distant, serious, and blunt at times. He also had a habit of teasing Sasuke, often giving snide comments that put Sasuke in a bad mood, especially during their shared dinners.

Throughout the discussions of their plans and strategies for the games, Sasuke mostly listened, which was typical for him. However, Sakura noticed a troubled expression on his face. He seemed against the plan but chose not to speak. She understood his reluctance because she, too, was not thrilled about the plan. But if it increased their chances of survival, especially Sasuke's, Sakura was willing to go along with it.

Sasuke was still distant with her, albeit less so than before. He moved from his chambers to hers, and they spent their nights and free time in her chamber making love, making the most of their limited time together before they arrived at the Capitol. During those times they were alone, they never spoke about the plan, strategies, or anything related to the games or their impending doom. It was like a taboo topic for them because if they spoke about it, they would eventually fight, or the whole reality would sink in—the reality that they were about to sign both their death certificates. So they buried this and pretended that it was fine, and she was fine with it, and Sasuke seemed fine with it as far as she knew.

At their arrival at the Capitol, Sakura and Sasuke were immediately greeted by a horde of Capitol citizens. These citizens wore the most extravagant and ludicrous clothing imaginable. Brightly colored garments clashed in a riot of hues; neon greens paired with electric blues, and metallic golds shimmered alongside deep purples. Outfits were adorned with oversized feathers, glittering sequins, and glowing LED lights. Hairstyles were sculpted into gravity-defying shapes, dyed in every shade of the rainbow, and faces were painted with elaborate and surreal makeup designs.

Sakura tried her best to act like the perfect tribute, waving to each citizen, smiling prettily, and projecting an image of charm and grace. Her smile, though bright, was a facade; the plan was now in play. She maybe smiling outside but deep inside, she was seething, irritated, and downright pissed. She hated the Capitol and its citizens, who took and took until there was nothing left for her district and the others. These people lived lavishly, free from the troubles and problems faced by the districts. She now fully understood why her parents and the other rebels had acted as they did ten years ago. The unfairness was nauseating. But she kept her anger and disgust hidden, knowing she had to play nice for her and Sasuke's sake.

While Sakura did her best to act nice, Sasuke was her exact opposite. He scowled the whole time, not even trying to hide his anger and disgust. She couldn't blame him; Sasuke was not one to play nice. He couldn't be nice if his life depended on it. Yet, he managed not to push away or scream at the Capitol bachelorette girls who clung to him and ogled him. Sakura wasn't jealous, though. She knew that in Sasuke's heart, there was only one woman for him, her. And all of this was just an act to ensure his victory.

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As they walked through the herd of Capitol citizens, with Kakashi and Anko leading the way, they were greeted by three Capitol Peacekeepers who escorted them to the Tribute Center, their living quarters for the week.

The Tribute Center was an imposing building with sleek, modern architecture, towering high above the rest of the city. The exterior was covered in reflective glass, giving it a shimmering appearance under the Capitol's artificial lights. Inside, the décor was opulent and grandiose, with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and luxurious furnishings.

Anko explained that they would be living in the penthouse of the Tribute Center for the seven days leading up to the games, a privilege granted because they were from District 12.

Upon entering the Tribute Center, Sakura took in her surroundings, her eyes scanning the opulence and grandeur that surrounded her. She caught a glimpse of some of the other tributes who had arrived before them. One girl, in particular, stood out—a young girl with orange hair who looked no older than thirteen. The sight made Sakura's stomach turn. The girl looked so young and unlucky, reaped from her district to be sent to her death. This was a child who should have a long life ahead of her, not be thrust into the horror of the games.

Beside her, Sasuke appeared stoic, his gaze fixed ahead, seemingly composed and calm. But Sakura noticed the subtle movement of his jaw, the way he was gritting his teeth hard. She wanted to reach out, to hold his hand and find comfort in his presence, but she knew she couldn't. She had to act tough despite her trembling hands and extreme anxiety.

When they arrived at the penthouse, Anko began fussing over the decorations. The penthouse was the epitome of luxury. Plush green chairs were arranged around a low glass coffee table in the spacious living area. The walls were adorned with intricate designs, blending modern art with traditional motifs. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, its crystals casting a dazzling display of light across the room. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the Capitol, its dazzling lights stretching as far as the eye could see.

Anko rambled on and on about the decorations while running her hand over the furnitures. But Sakura barely heard Anko's words. Her mind was still reeling from the sight of the young girl and the overwhelming luxury of the penthouse. It all felt surreal, like a twisted dream. The contrast between the opulence of the Capitol and the grim reality of the games was nauseating.

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After observing the lavish surroundings of the penthouse, Anko led them to their rooms. However, Sasuke insisted that they would be sharing a room, rendering the need for separate rooms unnecessary. Anko gave them a sly grin, causing Sakura to blush furiously. Sasuke, on the other hand, remained unperturbed by Anko's teasing.

"Only show familiarity behind closed doors, away from prying eyes and cameras. Remember the plan," Anko teased, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "And don't forget, you need to be down for dinner. The Capitol will announce the tributes via video, and you need to know who you're up against."

Sakura and Sasuke nodded in acknowledgment, and Anko left them alone in their room. The room was as opulent as the rest of the penthouse, with a large bed draped in luxurious linens, plush carpets, and elegant furnishings. As the door closed behind Anko, Sakura took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. She looked at Sasuke, who was already making himself comfortable, seemingly unfazed by the situation.

Sasuke glanced at her, his expression softening slightly. "We should rest while we can," he said quietly, his voice low and reassuring.

Sakura nodded, appreciating his calm demeanor. She knew they would need all the strength they could muster for the days ahead.

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Dinner came, and both Sakura and Sasuke had rested and dressed for the occasion. They left their room and headed for the dining area, where Anko and Kakashi were already seated, engrossed in a serious conversation. The atmosphere between the two mentors was intense, and they didn't notice Sakura and Sasuke's arrival.

Approaching them silently so as not to disturb, they were eventually noticed by Kakashi. "Ah, there you are," he greeted, gesturing for them to sit. "Dinner is about to start."

Sakura took a seat next to Kakashi, while Sasuke chose a seat directly across from her. Kakashi sat opposite Anko. The dinner table was lavish, filled with an array of dishes: succulent roasted meats, colorful vegetable medleys, delicate pastries, and bowls of fragrant rice and steaming soups. The centerpiece was a large platter of fresh fruits, their vibrant colors adding a touch of elegance to the spread.

As they began to eat, the occasional conversation about the games punctuated their meal. Kakashi shared some of his theories about this year's batch of tributes, his voice a mix of curiosity and strategic thinking. "I have a feeling we might see some unexpected alliances this year," he mused, taking a sip of his drink.

Sakura occasionally asked Kakashi questions, trying to glean as much information as possible. "Do you think the tributes from District 1 and 2 will be a major threat?" she asked, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Kakashi nodded thoughtfully. "They usually are. Their training and resources give them an edge, but remember, every year is different. Adaptability is key."

Sasuke, on the other hand, stayed quiet, his focus solely on his food. He ate methodically, his mind clearly occupied with thoughts of the upcoming games. His silence was not unusual, but Sakura could sense the tension in his demeanor.

Anko, breaking her serious conversation with Kakashi, occasionally added her own insights. "The sponsors will be watching closely from the start," she said, her eyes scanning the table. "First impressions are crucial. Make sure to stand out."

Kakashi backed up Anko's claim that they should make sure to stand out. "But never reveal your cards too early," he added, looking directly at Sakura.

Sakura nodded, understanding the gravity of his advice. "Got it."

Kakashi then turned to her with a more serious expression. "Can you fight?"

Sakura raised her eyebrows, a bit taken aback by the direct question. "I guess?"

Kakashi hmmed thoughtfully, while Anko jumped in with another question. "So, what is your preferred weapon, Sakura?"

"Uh, bow and arrow," she answered hesitantly.

Anko's eyes widened in surprise, and Kakashi looked at her curiously, his interest piqued. "Really? So you can shoot?" Anko asked, leaning forward.

Sakura nodded. "I'm decent."

Sasuke, who had been silent throughout the conversation, finally spoke up. "She's far from decent. Her skills are unmatched in District 12." A smirk played on his lips as he glanced at Sakura. With Sasuke's rare praise, Sakura blushed furiously. Compliments from him were few and far between, and hearing him call her skills unmatched made her heart race.

Kakashi's eye crinkled in amusement. "That's good then," he said, ruffling her hair affectionately. Sakura noticed Sasuke's glare at Kakashi, his jealousy palpable. She sighed inwardly, finding his possessiveness both annoying and oddly endearing.

Kakashi continued, looking at them both. "So Sasuke is a short-range fighter, while you're a mid-range." Sakura nodded. "You would make a great team in the arena, so it's better to—"

Kakashi was abruptly cut off by the chime of the Capitol's message device, signaling the start of the tribute introductions. All conversation ceased as they turned their attention to the video presentation, the room falling into a tense silence. The screen flickered to life, and the face of President Orochimaru filled the room. His presence was as commanding as ever, with his snake-like eyes and unnerving smile. He began to speak in a smooth, silky voice that held an undercurrent of menace.

"Welcome, tributes, to the annual Hunger Games," Orochimaru intoned, his voice dripping with false warmth. "And as you all know, the Hunger Games is a time-honored tradition, a spectacle that serves to remind us of the strength and unity of our great nation of Ninshu."

The camera panned out to show Orochimaru standing in front of a grand, opulent backdrop, adorned with the Capitol's symbols and banners. He continued, "These games are not just a test of strength and skill, but a celebration of the resilience and spirit of the districts. Each of you represents the hopes and dreams of your people."

His gaze became more intense as he leaned closer to the camera. "Remember, my dearest tributes, that only one can emerge victorious. For it is a trial by fire, a chance to prove your worth and bring honor to your district. Do your best my tributes and may the odds be ever in your favor."

With a flourish, the camera zoomed out again as the slideshow of the Districts are shown. "And now, let us meet the brave souls who will compete in this year's Hunger Games." The screen transitioned to a montage of the tributes, each introduced with a brief clip showcasing their names, age and head shot:

"From District 1, known for their luxury and opulence, we have the Sasori and Pakura"

"From District 2, the stone quarry, Deidara and Kurotsuchi."

"From District 3, the technological marvels, Guren and Hidan."

"From District 4, the fishing industry, Tayuya and Kidomaru."

"From District 5, the power district, Zaku Abumi and Kin Tsuchi."

"From District 6, the transportation hub, Sumire Kakei and Denki Kaminarimon."

"From District 7, the lumber district, Juugo and Karin."

"From District 8, the textile producers, Tento Madoka and Buntan Kurosuki."

"From District 9, the grain district, Samui and Atsui."

"From District 10, the livestock handlers, Karui and Omoi"

"From District 11, the agricultural district, Moegi Kazamatsuri and Konohamaru Sarutobi."

Finally, the camera focused on the last pair, with Orochimaru's voice holding a slightly different tone. "And from District 12, the mining district, Uchiha Sasuke and Haruno Sakura."

Orochimaru's face returned to the screen, his smile widening. "There you have it, the tributes of this year's Hunger Games. Let the games begin!"

Before the screen faded to black, the screen showed a summary of the tribute names and ages. While reading the names and ages of their future enemies, the room was left in a heavy silence.

MALE TRIBUTES FEMALE TRIBUTES

D1: SASORI (20) PAKURA (19)
D2: DEIDARA (20) KUROTSUCHI (18)
D3: HIDAN (20) GUREN (20)
D4: KIDOMARU (18) TAYUYA (18)
D5: ZAKU ABUMI (19) KIN TSUCHI (18)
D6: DENKI KAMINARIMON (14) SUMIRE KAKEI (13)
D7: JUUGO (18) KARIN (20)
D8: TENTO MADOKA (12) BUNTAN KUROSUKI (15)
D9: ATSUI (16) SAMUI (19)
D10: OMOI (17) KARUI (17)
D11: KONOHAMARU SARUTOBI (14) MOEGI KAZAMATSURI (13)
D12: SASUKE UCHIHA (20) SAKURA HARUNO (19)

After a good few minutes of deafening silence that enveloped the room when the tributes were announced, Anko was the one who broke the stillness. "Well, damn," she muttered, her voice breaking the tension. "This year's tributes look like trouble."

Kakashi added seriously, "Most of them are in the age bracket of 18-20."

Sakura felt a wave of extreme anxiety and fear wash over her. Sasuke, on the other hand, looked like he was gritting his teeth. What was it? Fear? She doubted it. Sasuke didn't fear anything—except for her safety, maybe. The hopelessness of the situation, perhaps. She didn't want to look at Sasuke anymore, fearing a major breakdown, so she closed her eyes and tried to steady her breathing.

Kakashi must have noticed her distress because he began tapping her head as a sign of comfort, but it did nothing to soothe her nerves. He then spoke softly, "You're both going to be fine. I'll help you in any way that I can."

With that, Sasuke snapped. He slammed his fists into the table, startling everyone. Anko, who was beside him, was shocked at his sudden outburst but chose not to comment on it. Sasuke then spoke menacingly, glaring hard at Kakashi. "Shut up. Stop saying that it's going to be fine when all we know is that it isn't."

With that, Sasuke stomped out of the room, heading for the bedroom away from them. Sakura sighed heavily, tears starting to form in her eyes.

Anko then spoke, "Ah, that boy." She sighed heavily, rubbing her temples. "What will we do with him, Kakashi?"

Kakashi answered, "We just let him be for now. He'll calm down soon, then we can discuss strategies."

After hearing the word 'strategy' from Kakashi, Sakura turned to him, curiosity and uncertainty etched on her face. "Sensei?" she called hesitantly.

"Sensei?" Kakashi echoed, raising an eyebrow in mild amusement.

"Uh, I mean, you are our mentor, so it's only right to call you Sensei… right?" she asked, feeling shy and a bit self-conscious.

"I prefer Kakashi," he responded, his tone light but firm.

"Oh," Sakura said, slightly blushing. She quickly added, "How about Kakashi-sensei then?"

Kakashi held his chin, looking thoughtful before finally answering, "Hmm, seems fair enough."

Sakura grinned sheepishly, feeling a bit more at ease. Kakashi then turned his full attention to her again. "So what is it? You were about to ask me something, right?"

Sakura stuttered, "Oh… y-yeah." She nervously chuckled. "It's about the plan, you know, about me and Sasuke pretending to be strangers?"

Kakashi looked confused. "Ah, what about it?"

"This question has been on my mind lately, and I can't help but think…" She paused, trying to gather her thoughts. "Not to question your judgment though, but do you think that it's really the best plan?"

Kakashi hummed thoughtfully. "Why would you ask that?"

"Well, you said that the games are an entertainment, right?" she asked, uncertain but pushing forward.

"Yes, I did say that," Kakashi confirmed.

"Okay, so we are supposed to give them a good show… right? So why not just give them a love story type of show? You know, star-crossed lovers kind of show.." Sakura cocked her head to the side before continuing "Because I've observed that the Capitol citizens are kind of craving some good, I don't know… show? Or entertainment, perhaps?"

Kakashi nodded. "That's really a good question, Sakura. I knew you were smart." He ruffled her hair affectionately, then added in a more serious tone, "You have an interesting perspective, and you are correct, in fact, that love stories do tend to capture the Capitol citizens' attention. The Capitol citizens love drama and that sort of thing."

Sakura, now more confused, asked, "So… why not just go with that then? Wouldn't we gain more sponsors if we are able to sell our story to the people?"

Kakashi's expression grew more somber. "That's true. And it happened once, but it happened a long time ago. And I wouldn't like to subject both of you to that." His tone became distant, as if he were reminiscing about something from the past, something tragic.

Sakura, even more confused, asked, "What do you mean?"

Kakashi looked her dead in the eye and asked, "Have you heard of the legend of the 63rd Hunger Games?"

"Legend of the 63rd Hunger Games? What is that?"

"So you have no clue what happened at that time?"

Sakura, slightly embarrassed by her lack of information, said, "No, sorry. I never really watched the Hunger Games when I was young, so I might have missed it."

Kakashi hummed thoughtfully. "Understandable, you were still too young then. You were only what? Eight years old?"

Sakura nodded. "Yeah, and by that time, I was busy reading medical texts and learning from my aunt Tsunade how to be a healer."

Kakashi nodded, seeming to understand her lack of knowledge about past events. Kakashi remained silent as Sakura tried her best to refresh her past memories to have any clue on what Kakashi meant by the legend of the 63rd. And then suddenly, Sakura remembered somethingand jerked at the sudden memory of it. Wait… isn't that the year where her parents started to plan for the—

She immediately asked Kakashi, "Shit. Wasn't that the year when the rebellion started?"

Kakashi nodded. "Good, you remembered. And yes, they started the rebellion that year because of what happened in the 63rd. And the rebellion ended 3 months before the start of the 64th."

"So what happened in the 63rd then? Is it connected to what I was asking earlier, about the star-crossed lovers thing?"

"Yes, it is connected," Kakashi said, then paused before adding, "because the events of the 63rd Hunger Games are where it all started."

"Where it all started? What do you mean?"

"You and Sasuke are not the first lovers who were sent into the games… nor the first to sell the story of star-crossed lovers."

"You mean there were others before us who suffered the same fate?"

"Yes, it is in the 63rd Hunger Games where the curse of the star-crossed lovers story began."

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THE LEGEND OF THE 63rd HUNGER GAMES — Kakashi Hatake

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Hatake Kakashi lived a relatively simple life in District 12. He lived with his father, Sakumo Hatake, who was a coal miner but also a part-time blacksmith. His father used to make all sorts of crafted tools and objects made of iron for the people of District 12. And it was through this work that Kakashi met Uchiha Obito and his grandfather, Uchiha Madara.

Kakashi first encountered Obito one day when Obito came to their shop to retrieve his grandfather's orders of various tools for carpentry. Kakashi was currently sharpening his tanto, a gift from his father for his 10th birthday, when Obito barged through the door, his voice loud and demanding.

"Hey! is my grandfather's order ready? I'm running late, and he'll kill me if I don't get it back on time!" Obito's words tumbled out in a frantic rush.

Kakashi glanced up, mildly irritated by the intrusion. He sighed, deciding to deal with Obito quickly to get back to his work. "Hold on," he muttered, placing his tanto carefully on the table before disappearing into the back room to retrieve the tools.

When he returned after a few minutes, he found Obito handling his tanto, examining it with wide-eyed fascination. Anger flared up inside him. "Hey, give that back!" Kakashi snapped, extending his hand with a sharp glare.

Obito rubbed the back of his head sheepishly before handing the tanto back. "Sorry about that. It's just... your tanto looks so cool." He grinned, an infectious, carefree smile that momentarily disarmed Kakashi. "You're Kakashi, right? Do you think you can make me something like that too?"

Kakashi's immediate response was a flat, "No." He felt a surge of satisfaction at the crestfallen look on Obito's face.

Obito made a whining noise, clearly not one to give up easily. "Why not? I can pay..."

Kakashi rolled his eyes, his patience wearing thin. "Still no."

Obito, persistent as ever, retorted, "Fine, I'll just borrow yours then."

Kakashi glared at him, anger simmering beneath his calm exterior. "No, you can't borrow it. And I can't make you one because my father is the one who made this, not me."

Obito's face lit up with a grin that Kakashi found annoyingly charming. "Then I'll ask your father to make me one too. You any good with it?"

Deciding he was finished with the conversation, Kakashi replied curtly, "I'm decent. Now get out." He handed Obito his grandfather's order, his fingers brushing against Obito's as he did.

Obito grinned again, undeterred. "Thanks, Kakashi. I'll be back soon. Let's train then, okay?" Without waiting for a reply, Obito dashed out, leaving Kakashi slightly irritated and confused at the boy's sudden departure.

As the door closed behind Obito, Kakashi couldn't help but feel a strange mix of annoyance and curiosity. He glanced at his tanto, now safely back in his possession, and then at the door through which Obito had left. The boy was an enigma, one that Kakashi wasn't sure he wanted to solve, but knew he probably would.

And after that day, Kakashi found himself always in the company of one Uchiha Obito. Obito came to their shop every day without fail after commissioning his father for a tanto of his own. Every day, he demanded that they practice handling the tanto and other weapons he could find. At first, Kakashi was irritated by him—Obito was always so happy, always so eager, always full of energy. But over time, he found that he enjoyed spending time with him and training with him.

They usually trained under the watchful eyes of the Peacemakers, because they were only allowed to train under the pretense of preparing for the Games. But in reality, they never had any inkling or thought about joining the Games. They only practiced as a form of self-defense or for preparation in case something happened. They were only 10 then, and the impending reaping was nearing their age, so they trained hard, eventually becoming skilled fighters by the time they reached 12.

By age 13, they befriended a girl named Rin Nohara. She was a year younger than them, and the first time they saw her, Obito immediately fell in love with her. That was the only reason Kakashi was able to befriend Rin—because Obito would usually drag her into their practice sessions. At first, Kakashi was against the idea, but knowing Obito, he was very persistent. Eventually, Kakashi gave in, and that's when he, Obito, and Rin became a trio.

When Kakashi and Obito trained, Rin was usually there to watch over them. When the training session was done, Rin would patch them up. She was currently training with her aunt, Shizune Kato, in the art of medicine. Rin told them that she always wanted to be a medic like Tsunade, District 12's most revered healer. And since Tsunade was busy with her work, Rin asked her aunt, Shizune, who was Tsunade's apprentice, to teach her instead. From that day on, their little group had a healer within them and two fighters, Obito and Kakashi.

They were all fine then, getting by every day despite the harsh living conditions they were in. By age 15, Kakashi and Obito started working in the coal mines. Rin, on the other hand, still studied under Shizune to be a healer. It was also around that time when Obito began courting Rin. Obito used to bring her bread to the clinic where she worked, and he would usually drag Kakashi along with him after work. Kakashi saw how their love blossomed. He was a witness to how deeply Obito loved Rin and vice versa, and he was truly, truly happy for them. And Kakashi was extremely glad that his two closest friends found their happiness with each other in their cruel world.

Rin and Obito became lovers when Obito was 17 and Rin 16, three months before the reaping of the 63rd Hunger Games. They lived in a happy bubble then, and Kakashi witnessed it all. He saw how Obito was always happy despite looking worn down after working at the coal mines, saying that Rin would patch him up later. He saw how Rin would always sweetly smile when she saw Obito or when they were together.

But their happy bubble inevitably popped when the day of the reaping arrived.

That was the start of the nightmare for the three of them. Rin was reaped as the female tribute for District 12, and of course, Obito, being Obito, volunteered to go with her. For Kakashi, it was a nightmare come true. Seeing Obito's determined face to save Rin at whatever cost, and Rin's tear-streaked face full of fear for her and her lover's life, sent Kakashi into a deep despair. The worst part was that he couldn't do anything about it. He knew that Obito would sacrifice his life to help Rin survive, and Rin would do everything to stop Obito from doing that. Obito was strong—Kakashi knew that—but Rin was no fighter. She was a healer, and that only diminished her chances of surviving.

Because of that realization, Kakashi knew that he was about to lose both of his dearest friends.

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After being chosen as the tributes for District 12, Kakashi watched their journey unfold through the live video the Capitol provided. Their mentor at that time was Obito's grandfather, Madara. Though Madara was too old that time, his mentoring skills remained sharp. During Obito and Rin's journey before the Games, they employed the strategy of being the star-crossed lovers from District 12. The Capitol citizens adored this narrative, and they quickly became the darlings of the Capitol. This gained them immense popularity and numerous sponsors from various Capitol elites.

However, Obito garnered more sponsors than Rin due to his impressive skills and striking looks as an Uchiha. While Rin did have her own sponsors, Obito had far more. This disparity in sponsorships saved Obito's life many times in the Games. Because despite his skills, the Careers that year were particularly vicious, making it hard for Obito to fight, especially since he had Rin to protect in the arena. Rin did her best to help Obito by using her medical skills, but it was often not enough. So they both often relied in sponsorships to survive. The sponsors usually sent them medicines, medical supplies and of course food.

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There was one particular moment in the Games that Kakashi could never forget. It was when he thought he had almost lost them both in one swift motion. The Gamemakers, in an attempt to separate them, altered the terrain of the arena, causing a massive rockslide. Obito and Rin were resting from their injuries when the ground beneath them began to tremble.

Kakashi watched in horror as the live feed showed the ground splitting and boulders tumbling down the slopes. Obito was the first to react, pulling Rin to her feet and pushing her ahead of him. Kakashi could see the fear and determination in Obito's eyes as he did everything in his power to protect Rin. The ground shook violently, and the rumbling of falling rocks echoed through the arena.

As the rocks began to tumble down, Kakashi saw a massive boulder heading directly toward Rin. In a split second, Obito lunged, pushing Rin out of the way. The boulder grazed her, but struck Obito squarely on the right side of his face, sending him sprawling. Kakashi's heart sank as he saw Obito hit the ground, his face covered in blood.

The cameras zoomed in on the scene, showing Rin crawling back to Obito, her face a mix of terror and desperation. She tore a piece of her clothing to use as a makeshift bandage, applying it to Obito's wound with trembling hands. Obito's face was now marked by a deep, jagged scar running from his forehead to his cheek. Despite his injury, Obito managed to get to his feet with Rin's help, his determination evident even through the pain.

Watching this unfold, Kakashi felt a mix of pride and anguish. Obito's bravery and Rin's unwavering support were remarkable, but the brutal reality of their situation was a constant knife to his heart. He knew that every day they survived was a miracle, but each day also brought them closer to the inevitable end. The Games were unforgiving, and love, as powerful as it was, might not be enough to save them.

During the last day of the Games, Rin and Obito managed to survive despite the several injuries they'd received. Only three tributes remained by that time— Obito, Rin and the last remaining Career, a formidable contender named Takeshi from District 2. As the sun set, the Gamemakers issued the final challenge to determine the winner. A horde of tracker jackers was released in the arena, their venom designed to induce hallucinations that made the victims perceive everyone as an enemy. This mind-altering venom was intended to force the remaining tributes into a deadly three-way battle.

The head Gamemaker, along with President Orochimaru, reveled in this sadistic twist. The plan was simple and cruel— separate Rin and Obito and let the venom turn them against each other. And everything went according to their plan. All three remaining tributes were stung by the tracker jackers, igniting a frenzied and chaotic battle at the center of the arena, where the Cornucopia was located.

Obito and Rin, now under the influence of the venom, no longer recognized each other. Obito, his mind clouded by hallucinations, launched an attack on Rin. Rin fought back with everything she had, but Obito's strength and combat skills were overwhelming. Just as Obito was about to deliver a final, fatal blow to Rin, Takeshi lunged at him, forcing Obito to abandon his attack on Rin and engage Takeshi instead.

The battle between Obito and Takeshi was fierce. Takeshi had the upper hand, as Obito had not fully recovered from his previous injuries. As Takeshi was about to strike Obito with a sword to his chest, Rin, wo had begun to recover from the tracker jacker venom, intervened. She saved Obito just in time, stabbing Takeshi in the back with a tanto, forcing him to retreat momentarily. In that split second, Obito, driven by desperation, rage and tracker jacker venom, finished Takeshi off, delivering a fatal blow.

However, Obito had been stung more times than Rin and had more venom coursing through his veins. As a result, he had not fully recovered from the hallucinations. In a horrifying turn of events, Obito struck Rin directly in her chest with a kunai. Rin fell to the ground, blood pouring from the kunai protruded from her chest, was a sight that would forever be burned into Kakashi's mind.

Kakashi watched in helpless agony as Rin spluttered blood, her breathes becoming shallow. The venom's effect faded from Obito's system but it was too late, and the horrifying realization hit him— he had killed his lover in cold blood. Tears streamed down Obito's face as he cradled Rin in his arms, his pleas to the Capitol for help echoing in the arena. Rin, her strength fading, reached up with a bloodstained hand to touch Obito's cheek while muttering the words 'Its okay love, we're going to be okay'

Obito's pleas echoed through the arena, a heart-wrenching cry for the Capitol to save Rin instead of him. His voice was filled with agony and despair, a sound that would forever haunt Kakashi. It was a nightmare brought to life, and nothing Kakashi experienced, even during his participation in the 67th Hunger Games, could compare to that moment. As Obito held Rin's lifeless body, Kakashi shed tears for the first time. He mourned for Rin, for Obito's cruel fate, and for the tragedy of their star-crossed love.

This harrowing scene was not only etched into Kakashi's memory but also left a lasting impression on the entire nation of Ninshu, including the Capitol. When Obito was declared the winner, the Capitol erupted in outrage. The citizens, who had adored the star-crossed lovers from District 12, condemned the Head Gamemaker and President Orochimaru for their sadistic manipulation. Protests erupted, with demands for the Head Gamemaker's resignation and an apology from Orochimaru. However, their cries fell on deaf ears as Orochimaru dismissed the protests, claiming it was all part of the Games. This only fueled the Capitol's anger.

Amidst the chaos in the Capitol, the rebels, who had been meticulously planning their uprising, seized the moment. The events of the 63rd Hunger Games provided the perfect catalyst for rebellion. Leaders from various districts, including Minato Namikaze and Fugaku Uchiha from District 12, Hiruzen Sarutobi from District 11, Rasa Sabaku from District 8, and Danzo from District 13, led the charge. The medical unit was headed by District 12's Tsunade Senju. Fighters aged 18 and above were conscripted, while others joined voluntarily. Kakashi wanted to fight, but his father forbade him, insisting that Kakashi stay behind to protect District 12.

The rebellion lasted for several months, and initially, the rebels gained the upper hand. However, just as they were about to seize the Capitol from Orochimaru's grasp, disaster struck. Someone betrayed the rebels, revealing the location of their advancing troops. President Orochimaru ordered a bombing of the site, resulting in devastating losses for the rebellion. With their numbers decimated, the rebels could no longer invade the Capitol. Some managed to escape, while others were captured and subjected to torture.

As news of the rebel plans to invade the Capitol spread, the protests within the Capitol itself began to wane. Some citizens sided with the rebels, moved by the tragic fate of the star-crossed lovers, while others remained indifferent or silent. To quell the remaining unrest, President Orochimaru offered the head of the Head Gamemaker who had administered the final challenge and vowed never to use the mind-altering venom in the Games again.

And that was when the curse of the star-crossed lovers began.

Because of the events in the 63rd Hunger Games and the subsequent fallout, President Orochimaru vowed never to let such a scenario unfold again. From that moment on, any tributes who fell in love with each other were inconspicuously eliminated from the games. Any budding romances were swiftly dealt with; lovers who were sent into the arena together were either separated by the Gamemakers or killed in supposed "natural disasters" orchestrated within the arena.

The tragic tale of Asuma Sarutobi and Kurenai Yuhi from District 11 during the 65th Hunger Games, two years before Kakashi was reaped, served as another grim reminder. Although they didn't publicize their relationship as a romantic story, the Gamemakers still targeted them relentlessly due to Orochimaru's paranoia about repeating the past. Asuma and Kurenai were constantly separated, forced to endure the horrors of the arena alone. The Gamemakers orchestrated events specifically to drive them apart, ensuring they never found solace in each other's presence. And of course, both of them died in the end. Another tragic story of star-crossed lovers.

The paranoia and measures taken by Orochimaru reflected his deep-seated fear of rebellion and loss of control. Any hint of affection between tributes was seen as a potential threat, a spark that could ignite another uprising. The Capitol's ruthless suppression of love stories was a direct consequence of Obito and Rin's tragic fate, a stark reminder of the Capitol's iron grip on the districts and the lengths they would go to maintain their power.

These measures instilled a sense of dread and hopelessness among the tributes. The arena became not only a battleground for survival but also a place where human connections were weaponized and destroyed. The Capitol's brutal tactics ensured that the curse of the star-crossed lovers would haunt future games, a legacy of fear and manipulation that shaped the tributes' lives and fates.

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Two months before the start of the 64th Hunger Games, Kakashi saw Obito return to District 12. The sight of him was a blow to Kakashi's heart. Obito, once vibrant and full of life, now appeared as a broken man. His eyes, once brimming with energy and determination, were now hollow and devoid of emotion. The light that had once guided him was extinguished. He looked like a specter, a man resurrected from death, and Kakashi's stomach churned at the sight of his friend reduced to such a shadow of his former self.

Kakashi approached Obito, desperate to offer some comfort, but his attempts were met with a cold dismissal. Obito went straight to his house, and Kakashi followed, watching helplessly as Obito packed his remaining belongings. There were only three items: his tanto, a picture of him and Rin, and a ring. With a grim silence, Obito gathered these remnants of his past and prepared to leave.

Kakashi reached out, grabbing Obito's arm in a final plea to stop him, but Obito merely shrugged off his touch. Turning to face Kakashi, he spoke with a chilling intensity Kakashi had never heard from him before. I'm going to fucking bring down Orochimaru. With those words, Obito turned his back on Kakashi and walked away, disappearing into the night. He never once looked back.

The next time Kakashi saw Obito was in the tribute arena where he was currently the tribute for the 67th Hunger Games. Obito had become a Peacemaker. Their meeting was clandestine, conducted in a room free from the prying eyes of cameras. Obito was still distant, his demeanor marked by the same burning grudge that had consumed him since Rin's death. Kakashi questioned him about his role as a Peacemaker, unable to understand why Obito had chosen such a path.

Obito's response was simple but loaded with a simmering determination. Climbing my way on top to bring him down from the inside. The words were delivered with a resolve that spoke of long-held anger and a desire for vengeance. Kakashi knew that Obito's path was one of silent rebellion, a dangerous game played from within the Capitol's walls.

Kakashi's heart ached as he thought about the cruel reality that awaited Sasuke and Sakura. The weight of the past pressed heavily on him, knowing that history had a way of repeating itself.

An Uchiha and a healer as lovers. Obito and Rin. Sasuke and Sakura. District 12's star-crossed resemblance was uncanny, almost as if history was playing a cruel trick, repeating itself. And it was unnerving.

But despite the eerie similarities, Kakashi felt a difference this time. The past was a heavy burden, a series of tragic events that had shaped him, but it also served as a reminder of what he must never allow to happen again. He couldn't shake the feeling that this time, things could be different.

And until his last breath, he vowed to help them. He would do everything in his power to ensure that history would not repeat itself. He would not let the Capitol's twisted games destroy these two as it had done to his dear friends. This time, he would be ready. This time, he would fight with everything he had to keep Sasuke and Sakura safe. The ghosts of the past would not dictate the future. Not if he could help it.