TMNT Hunger Games (Featuring Your OCs)

Chapter 13: Evaluation

Yumiko hates waiting, especially since she knows that she's the last person who's going to get called in for an evaluation. Right now, Leonardo has just exited the training area, sending a quick smile towards Destiny as the wolf-raven gets up, her name being called over the speakers.

Leonardo glances at Yumiko as he walks by, smiling a little at her. She returns the gesture lightly, not having expected him to even look her way. After all, most people don't give a crap about District 12.

She sighs and crosses her arms over her plastron, hoping that it won't take too long.

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Later that evening, Donatello and Yukiji sit in their District 5 suite with their mentors and stylists, awaiting the results of the evaluations. Cesar appears on the screen with a charming smile.

"As you know, the tributes have been rated on a scale of one to twelve after three days of careful evaluation," he begins. "The Gamemakers would like to note the exceptional talent we have gotten this year."

"So? You think you did well?" Yukiji asks, doubting that her dorky partner fared well.

He smiles at her, as if he knows something she doesn't. "I just hope it's alright."

"From District 1, Kayla Smith, with a score of 8," Cesar begins. "Also from District 1, Breach O'Hare, with a score of 9."

The words keep flashing by, one by one.

"District 2, Raphael Green, with a score of 10."

"Scarlet Green, with a score of 7."

"Sarina Subject, with a score of 8."

"Hazel Lewis, with a score of 8."

"Shelby Bradford, with a score of 10."

"Tyler Bradford, with a score of 10."

Donatello and Yukiji lean forwards a little as their District number appears.

"From District 5, Donatello Bardi, with a score of 10," Cesar announces.

"Ten?!" Yukiji gasps. "How..."

Donatello leans back into the couch, nodding lightly. "Huh...didn't think I was that good."

"From District 5, Yukiji Homato, with a score of 8."

The fox snarls a little, hating that she was shown up by her District partner. She faces him, her cold grey eyes making him flinch a little.

"How did you of all people get a ten?!" she demands. "You never showed any skill in anything aside from building!"

He smirks a little, showing off the gap in his teeth. "Well, then I did my job. No one knows of my skills."

She seethes, sinking into the couch and pouting.

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Destiny and Leonardo lay together on their couch as they watch the evaluations, hardly noticing Splinter and their stylists nearby. Names keep going by, numbers all high and showing that their group is skilled beyond what they imagined.

"District 6, Taylor Fuentes, with a score of 7."

"District 6, Kaitlin Trainor, with a score of 7."

"From District 7, Hamato Leonardo, with a score of..." Cesar's face flickers with shock for a second. "With a score of 11."

Leonardo's chest swells with a sort of pride. Destiny shuts her eyes and kisses his jaw lightly, silently congratulating him. He shifts a little, hugging her against him a little tighter.

"From District 7, Hamato Destiny, with a score of 10."

"Good job," Leonardo murmurs.

Destiny manages a smile as he kisses her forehead. "Thanks."

The other names go by swiftly.

"District 8, Madison Pire, with a score of 7."

"District 8, Jason Taino, with a score of 9."

"District 9, Piper Schafer, with a score of 9."

"District 9, Persia Hunter, with a score of 8."

"District 10, Annalise Hughes, with a score of 6."

"District 10, Elsie Are, with a score of 6."

"District 11, Michelangelo Oak, with a score of 10."

"District 11, Swift Moors, with a score of 7."

"District 12, Sofie Hatter, with a score of 6."

"And finally, from District 12, Yumiko Styles, with a score of 7."

The TV shuts off. Splinter looks to his adoptive children, smiling lightly at them.

"Congratulations on your scores," he murmurs. "Get some rest, my children. You still have one more day of training ahead of you."

"Goodnight Splinter," they call softly as he retreats to his bedroom.

Leonardo scoops Destiny into his arms and carries her back to their bedroom, his gaze troubled. She runs her fingers along his plastron lazily, feeling the exact same way. He sets her down on the bed, climbing in next to her and cuddling her against him.

"We don't have much time left together," she whispers, her hand still tracing his biceps and hands, as though trying to memorize the feel of his body.

He sighs and shuts his eyes, pressing his lips against her forehead. "Don't think about that. Just...live as the days come."

She lets her eyes fall shut, feeling the familiar pressure of his kiss against her lips. She pushes herself closer to him, letting herself be as vulnerable as possible right here. Outside of this room, she has to be fierce and deadly, unfeeling. In here, she can be loving and soft...scared.

"I love you," he murmurs.

"I love you too," she returns.

Leonardo's arms surround her, making her feel just a little bit safer as they both drift off to sleep.