Ship: Miyuki &/ Mei Fandom: Daiya no Ace Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Original Work:here by wino Word Count: 453
Hunger Games AU with my two fav Daiya chars? I am so here. Warnings for violence, death, sexual exploitation, noncon, all the good Hunger Games canonical suffering.
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The new Victor isn’t pretty enough to catch the eye of the Capitol. Brown hair, brown eyes, nothing showy or flashy about his kills to make him a Capitol darling (a Capitol whore).
Mei isn’t sure if he’s more jealous or relieved. It surprises him a little that he even has it in him to be relieved that someone else is being spared what he goes through - a new Victor would be good for him, would take the attention off him for at least a while. Novelty always wins over loyalty in the Capitol.
Mei watches Miyuki’s Victory Tours and wonders what they’ve drugged him with to keep him upright. The anguish in his eyes when he’d killed his partner had been real. Anyone could see that. The kill hadn’t gotten anywhere near the airtime it should’ve though, the Capitol more focused on the sibling Tributes from One.
The pink-haired siblings had made for good TV, especially when they were dressed to match in the chariots and chose to do their interview with Caesar together. From the start, it had been so clearly signalled which brother would die to protect the other - and which brother should, by all rights, win.
But it had been Miyuki who’d stolen the show, who’d been charming and witty and sharply dangerous. Eijun had spent most of his interview talking about his love of playing ball, of how he’d grown up laughing and running with Miyuki through the sallow summer grass.
It had been a good interview. More than a few people had been rooting for Eijun by the end of it but Eijun was better off dead. That wide smile would’ve shattered by the end of the Games; by the time he’d had to face Miyuki, it had already faded, summer sunshine now weakened by the onset of fall.
Miyuki winning was the best outcome.
Victory wouldn’t break him, the same way it hadn’t broken Mei.
Next year, if Miyuki is a Mentor, Mei will see him again. Even if Miyuki doesn’t Mentor the year after being a Victor, he might be there just to learn from his Mentor what had to be done and whom the real players in the Capitol are.
It’ll be easy for Mei to find an excuse to talk to him. Nobody but a Victor could ever really understand another Victor, after all.
Maybe they can be friends then.
(And then the quarter-quell came and a year of practicing how to introduce himself to Miyuki went to waste because in the end, in the end, they’d have to be enemies.)
FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, M
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by
Word Count: 453
Hunger Games AU with my two fav Daiya chars? I am so here. Warnings for violence, death, sexual exploitation, noncon, all the good Hunger Games canonical suffering.
***
The new Victor isn’t pretty enough to catch the eye of the Capitol. Brown hair, brown eyes, nothing showy or flashy about his kills to make him a Capitol darling (a Capitol whore).
Mei isn’t sure if he’s more jealous or relieved. It surprises him a little that he even has it in him to be relieved that someone else is being spared what he goes through - a new Victor would be good for him, would take the attention off him for at least a while. Novelty always wins over loyalty in the Capitol.
Mei watches Miyuki’s Victory Tours and wonders what they’ve drugged him with to keep him upright. The anguish in his eyes when he’d killed his partner had been real. Anyone could see that. The kill hadn’t gotten anywhere near the airtime it should’ve though, the Capitol more focused on the sibling Tributes from One.
The pink-haired siblings had made for good TV, especially when they were dressed to match in the chariots and chose to do their interview with Caesar together. From the start, it had been so clearly signalled which brother would die to protect the other - and which brother should, by all rights, win.
But it had been Miyuki who’d stolen the show, who’d been charming and witty and sharply dangerous. Eijun had spent most of his interview talking about his love of playing ball, of how he’d grown up laughing and running with Miyuki through the sallow summer grass.
It had been a good interview. More than a few people had been rooting for Eijun by the end of it but Eijun was better off dead. That wide smile would’ve shattered by the end of the Games; by the time he’d had to face Miyuki, it had already faded, summer sunshine now weakened by the onset of fall.
Miyuki winning was the best outcome.
Victory wouldn’t break him, the same way it hadn’t broken Mei.
Next year, if Miyuki is a Mentor, Mei will see him again. Even if Miyuki doesn’t Mentor the year after being a Victor, he might be there just to learn from his Mentor what had to be done and whom the real players in the Capitol are.
It’ll be easy for Mei to find an excuse to talk to him. Nobody but a Victor could ever really understand another Victor, after all.
Maybe they can be friends then.
(And then the quarter-quell came and a year of practicing how to introduce himself to Miyuki went to waste because in the end, in the end, they’d have to be enemies.)