A Sword Is Like A Knife

The TTE Part I

I don't own The Hunger Games. Again, thanks for all the reviews. :) I'M SKIPPING FORWARD TO THE TTE! :D

"Eight weeks, Clovey. We've been together for eight weeks. That's like, two months." Cato said. We were sat on a plane on our way to New York, where this year's TTE would be held. He was leaning against the window, smiling at me. My hand was rested on the arm rest and he was playing with my fingers. I was sat next to him in the aisle seat, reading a book.

"I know. The time's gone by really quickly." I snapped my book shut and rested in on my lap.

"Well, you know what they say. Time flies when you're having fun." He kissed the top of my head and I rolled my eyes.

"You're so cheesy, Cato."

"You love me really, Clovey." He grinned cheekily.

"Yeah." I answered. "I think I do." Cato leaned in and kissed me. It wasn't fast and desperate like the time when we were caught in the rain and I had a terrible cold the next day, but it was just as filled with emotion.

"I love you, Clove. It scares me, because I don't think I've ever loved someone like this before." He said sincerely.

"I love you too, Cato."

-Line Break-

The hotel had fifteen floors, one for each school, a lobby, a floor for the stylist's workshops on the top floor and a training room underground. Because we were from the second best school in the country, we were on floor two. The best school stayed on floor one. It was incredibly hard to get into. Our school was much easier, which is why we had so many transfers each year. Katniss had transferred here when she was three from school number twelve's nursery. Johanna had been transferred three years ago from school number seven. Finnick and Annie had transferred to Mockingjay high together four years ago. Cato had been here all his life. He claimed it was because of the great training programme and basketball team, but I think that he just had a soft spot for Berkeley Springs.

We dumped our bags in our separate rooms and then met up our floor's dining room. We had an escort with us, her name was Larisa Trinket. She was the sister of school twelve's escort Effie. We also had a mentor, Phoenix Baker. He had won the TTE ten years ago after his partner had taken a fatal shot, when he was sixteen. He had won the 64th; Cato and I were going for 74th. There were three training sessions and then a private training session where the instructors marked you out of twelve. Then there were interviews. This was done so the viewers could decide who to bet on. After that, there was a tournament type event. All twenty four of us would be put in an arena, wearing body armour. (*) There would be a selection of weapons. None of the weapons could actually hurt, but if you took a fatal shot you were deemed 'dead' and removed from the arena. Two contestants from the same school could win, or just one contestant. To say I was excited would have been an understatement.

"Okay, guys." Larisa checked her watch. "It's half past five. You'll spend the rest of the day with your stylists, preparing for the opening ceremony. Because Mockingjay High is in West Virginia, you'll be probably be dressed as flowers or something."

"Flowers?" Cato asked, frowning.

"Yeah. Because of West Virginia's nature and stuff. Now follow me!" Larisa replied.

"There's no way I'm dressing as a fucking flower." Cato muttered to me as we were ushered into the elevator. I laughed and he mock-glared at me.

"I think you'd make a cute flower. You could be a pansy." I said between laughs. Cato poked me in the ribs and I laughed even harder.

"That reminds me…" He trailed off and started to tickle me until I was screaming with laughter.

"Stop acting like kids and learn some manners!" Larisa snapped at us. I stopped laughing and we stood in the elevator in silence. Cato kept pulling funny faces at me when Larisa wasn't watching and it wasn't long until I was in fits of laughter again. Larisa opened her mouth to speak again, but the elevator dinged and the doors opened. She grabbed each of us by the wrist and dragged us into our stylists' workshop.

"Good luck with these two. They're acting like kids." Larisa rolled her eyes.

"They are kids, Larry." The female stylist said, and the male next to her laughed. She had pale blue hair and matching eyebrows. Her male co-worker has dark green hair and a thin black stripe going down his nose. Even for New Yorkers, their style was pretty out there.

"Don't call me Larry! I'm out of here." Larisa left, slamming the door after her.

"Er…I think we pissed her off." Cato said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Don't worry about her. I'm Cindy." The female stylist stuck her hand out and we both shook it.

"And I'm Jerry. Pleased to make your acquaintance." We shook his hand too, and he eyed Cato hungrily. I stifled a laugh as he nervously edged closer to me.

"Cindy, I want to style him." He whispered to Cindy, but we could still hear him.

"We've been over this Jerry. I've got him. You've got the girl." Cato let out a sigh of relief when he heard that. Jerry pouted, but smiled again we he looked over at me.

"Come on, girl. We've got important work to do!" With that, he dragged me into an adjoining room.

*Like Cato had in The Hunger Games

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