Ship: Eijun/Tire, Eijun & Wakana Fandom: Daiya no Ace Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Word Count: 827 words
Just don’t ask. Warnings for violence, death, insanity, murder, etc. I do not think this is the sort of fill you were expecting.
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The Gamemakers had rated him a 6 and Caesar had played up his drive to win but nobody expected Eijun to win. Kids from District 6 had no experience with weapons or tools and Eijun, scrawny fifteen-year-old that he was, certainly couldn’t measure up to the strapping Career eighteen-year-olds.
Eijun didn’t even have a Mentor to tell him what to do but then, neither did the girl besides him. Wakana and Eijun were childhood friends and the odds of the two of them being drawn from the raffle when 6 was the 2nd biggest District were so low that Eijun had raged against it until he ran out of breath.
It didn’t change anything. Nobody volunteered for Wakana. Nobody saved Eijun.
*
The Arena was a run down city, complete with broken vehicles and smashed in storefronts. It was symbolic of the days before Panem and the chaos that had engulfed the Nation. The Cornucopia itself was placed in a slight indent that used to be known as Independence Square.
As far as reminders went, it was heavy-handed but nobody dared grumble.
Six Tributes died the moment the Games started; the Careers had planned it beforehand, talking in the training rooms while the others practiced. The Ones sped towards the Twelves, the Twos ran at the Threes and the Fours hunted down the Fives.
Everyone else either ran for hiding or for the Cornucopia. Eijun and Wakana were in the latter group, picking up backpacks and bolting. Neither of them could use weapons, after all, so there was no point in picking those up.
The male Tribute from One threw a spear through Wakana before they even reached the platforms and Eijun realized their mistake too late. They should have taken the weapons to at least narrow down what the Careers could use.
*
Cannons kept sounding through the days that followed until at last, it was only the Career Pack and Eijun who’d survived. They wouldn’t split up as long as they had to take him out.
Eijun’s only chance to win was to attack first.
*
The rundown cars wouldn’t start, no matter how Eijun tried to hotwire the engines. Instead, he cut the brakes and manually pushed it towards the Cornucopia. When he was as close as he could get without being noticed, he drizzled gas over the seats, gave it the strongest shove he could and ran. The fire inside was contained, right until Eijun threw a gas-soaked baseball through the window and turned what had been a small, invisible fire into a giant blaze right before it hit the Cornucopia.
The explosion was followed by six cannons firing immediately afterwards.
The only thing that remained of the Cornucopia were melted shards of gold and a single tire. It flew through the air and hit Eijun in the chest so hard that it knocked him right off his feet.
He was still lying there under it when the hovercraft came to take him back to the Capitol.
*
They tried to take the tire from him after the Games. He wouldn’t let go. He slung it around his waist and hugged it, holding it tightly and screaming like a child whenever anyone tried to pull it away. They drugged him and took it from him, only to have him claw at his own arms and scream when he woke.
He wasn’t the first Victor to be driven mad by the Games but he was the first to have his madness manifest in such a form.
Morphling addiction was a known risk to the inhabitants of District Six. The doctors offered him some, just to quieten him. An addicted, placid Victor was better than one who would do nothing but scream unless he had a tire.
It was even interfering with gathering the money needed for the next Games! Eijun wasn’t stable enough to even have it explained to him what Victors needed to do, let alone be parted from it long enough to perform.
His mother’s death was arranged, the psychologists suggesting perhaps that shock might bring him back to reality.
He didn’t even react to the news and they couldn’t send him to the funeral as long as he kept clutching the tire. He was useless, an utter waste of a Victor. The only way it seemed like he might make through the Victory Tour would be if they let him carry the tire with him onto stage!
In the end, a stylist had the idea of making an outfit out of tires for him. At least that way, the ridged rubber clothing would make the other tire seem like a fashion accessory instead of a sign of madness.
Eijun didn’t manage to make any pretty speeches during the Victory Tour. He only apologized and hugged his tire against his chest.
His father was killed as well and Eijun still didn’t react.
He just kept holding onto his tire (what was never alive could never die).
FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, M
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 827 words
Just don’t ask. Warnings for violence, death, insanity, murder, etc. I do not think this is the sort of fill you were expecting.
***
The Gamemakers had rated him a 6 and Caesar had played up his drive to win but nobody expected Eijun to win. Kids from District 6 had no experience with weapons or tools and Eijun, scrawny fifteen-year-old that he was, certainly couldn’t measure up to the strapping Career eighteen-year-olds.
Eijun didn’t even have a Mentor to tell him what to do but then, neither did the girl besides him. Wakana and Eijun were childhood friends and the odds of the two of them being drawn from the raffle when 6 was the 2nd biggest District were so low that Eijun had raged against it until he ran out of breath.
It didn’t change anything. Nobody volunteered for Wakana. Nobody saved Eijun.
*
The Arena was a run down city, complete with broken vehicles and smashed in storefronts. It was symbolic of the days before Panem and the chaos that had engulfed the Nation. The Cornucopia itself was placed in a slight indent that used to be known as Independence Square.
As far as reminders went, it was heavy-handed but nobody dared grumble.
Six Tributes died the moment the Games started; the Careers had planned it beforehand, talking in the training rooms while the others practiced. The Ones sped towards the Twelves, the Twos ran at the Threes and the Fours hunted down the Fives.
Everyone else either ran for hiding or for the Cornucopia. Eijun and Wakana were in the latter group, picking up backpacks and bolting. Neither of them could use weapons, after all, so there was no point in picking those up.
The male Tribute from One threw a spear through Wakana before they even reached the platforms and Eijun realized their mistake too late. They should have taken the weapons to at least narrow down what the Careers could use.
*
Cannons kept sounding through the days that followed until at last, it was only the Career Pack and Eijun who’d survived. They wouldn’t split up as long as they had to take him out.
Eijun’s only chance to win was to attack first.
*
The rundown cars wouldn’t start, no matter how Eijun tried to hotwire the engines. Instead, he cut the brakes and manually pushed it towards the Cornucopia. When he was as close as he could get without being noticed, he drizzled gas over the seats, gave it the strongest shove he could and ran. The fire inside was contained, right until Eijun threw a gas-soaked baseball through the window and turned what had been a small, invisible fire into a giant blaze right before it hit the Cornucopia.
The explosion was followed by six cannons firing immediately afterwards.
The only thing that remained of the Cornucopia were melted shards of gold and a single tire. It flew through the air and hit Eijun in the chest so hard that it knocked him right off his feet.
He was still lying there under it when the hovercraft came to take him back to the Capitol.
*
They tried to take the tire from him after the Games. He wouldn’t let go. He slung it around his waist and hugged it, holding it tightly and screaming like a child whenever anyone tried to pull it away. They drugged him and took it from him, only to have him claw at his own arms and scream when he woke.
He wasn’t the first Victor to be driven mad by the Games but he was the first to have his madness manifest in such a form.
Morphling addiction was a known risk to the inhabitants of District Six. The doctors offered him some, just to quieten him. An addicted, placid Victor was better than one who would do nothing but scream unless he had a tire.
It was even interfering with gathering the money needed for the next Games! Eijun wasn’t stable enough to even have it explained to him what Victors needed to do, let alone be parted from it long enough to perform.
His mother’s death was arranged, the psychologists suggesting perhaps that shock might bring him back to reality.
He didn’t even react to the news and they couldn’t send him to the funeral as long as he kept clutching the tire. He was useless, an utter waste of a Victor. The only way it seemed like he might make through the Victory Tour would be if they let him carry the tire with him onto stage!
In the end, a stylist had the idea of making an outfit out of tires for him. At least that way, the ridged rubber clothing would make the other tire seem like a fashion accessory instead of a sign of madness.
Eijun didn’t manage to make any pretty speeches during the Victory Tour. He only apologized and hugged his tire against his chest.
His father was killed as well and Eijun still didn’t react.
He just kept holding onto his tire (what was never alive could never die).