Fourth Exam: Part 1

"Please leave the boat in order of arrival at the bottom of the tower in the third round!" the young female examiner spoke over a mic to the examinees as the ship harbored on the shore of Zebiru's island. "An interval of two minutes will seperate each candidate leaving the boat. You'll stay exactly one week on the island. That's the time you have to get the six points and to come back here. Now, will the first candidate depart, please."

Hisoka grinned confidently while he walked off the boat and onto the jungle island. Civilization was unknown to this speck of land since trees were as common as the water surrounding it and as plentiful as the animals that occupied it inside, but they could always make room for a few more animals. One after the other, the hunters left the boat and ran into the woods. Stasy waved farewell to Leorio as he hopped into the forest and left her alone on the boat with the examiners. Her energetic smile fell once he was out of sight.

"Alright, you may go now," the examiner chick told the brown-haired girl.

"Are you going to remain here in harbor for the entire week?" she asked the examiner.

"Not docked, no, but we will hoist anchor farther out to sea," she replied.

"I see, then I'll just hang around the beach," she sighed sitting down on the hot sand.

"But you-"

"I'm the last one. My hunter is waiting for me in there. He's probably already set traps. Two hours just wasn't enough rest for me, and I am not satisfied with the number I picked, so I've been really stressed lately. I need to take a breather. I hope you don't mind if I just sleep here."

"Umm...not at all," the lady looked at her, unsure of the situation.

'After my nap, I'll go find some food,' the auburn girl mused as she dozed off. 'Then I'll go search for the best prey. I need to find out who their prey is and who's targetting them. I don't want to steal the plate of someone powerful, or that would just be causing problems for myself. Then after a day or two of gathering information, I'll set up traps accordingly and capture the number cards. After that, I high-tail it here, and get ready to fend off anyone who might want my sheets. That seems like the best way.'

Stasy opened her eyes rejuvenated and renewed. She stretched her arms in the air and got ready for a new day. She picked up her stack of fruits she had gathered yesterday after her nap. She took a bite out of a nice, juicy, blue kulkoo fruit, native to these parts. Its sweet and tangy flavor woke her up.

"Now, time to find out what I've been missing!" she cheered happily and leapt eagerly into the forest.

She wondered around for a while before she finally came upon an interesting scene. She saw three teenage boys surrounding none other than Killua. Then, in a flash, Killua was running up a tree and before they knew it, he was behind the boy wearing the beanie.

"Hmm, he's #197," Killua looked at the number plate he stole. "Let me confess: in these sort of situations I have no intuition." He looked up at the biggest of the brothers. "You're number 199, aren't you?"

"I am," the big guy grudgingly replied.

"Would you mind handing over your number plate?"

He grumbled, but tossed the number over. Killua caught it with ease and released the beanie brother. "Thank you," he looked down at the number sheet of number 197. "And since I don't need this one..." he chunked the number card into the air and it flew for miles. The brothers looked up hopelessly as their hope was thrown away. "And maybe this one this way!" He tossed number 198. "You have five days to find them. Good luck! See ya!" He ran off, kicking his heels with glee.

Stasy ran to intercept her love. "Did you have to toss them like that?" she asked, distraught.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were there," Killua apologized. "Well, you can still go find them."

"Not with how you tossed them," Stasy rolled her eyes. "They probably bumped some poor, unsuspecting examinee by now. Nah, I'll just go find some other people who have no hope in this round."

"By 'other people', you're implying that you're after multiple people," Killua inferenced. "Why aren't you going after your target?"

Stasy froze, but her smile remained. "No, he's way out of my league."

"Out of your league? Who is it?"

"I...I can't tell you that," Stasy muttered, still smiling though her insides were wriggling uncontrollably.

"Fine, whatever," Killua shrugged. "Well, I'm set, so I'm gonna wait near the finish line. See ya around."

"Yeah, see ya around," Stasy waved goodbye with a perky grin, contrasting her crest-fallen feelings inside.

After nearly a day of tracking and recording numerous people, Stasy finally came up with a plan. #371, Gozu, had stolen #89, Shishito's, number. However, Gozu was #34, Ryu's, target, so Ryu might inevitably end up with all three of them. So she waited in silence, stalking her prey every second while also keeping close tabs on his prey also. She tried her best to bring their meeting to pass. Two days have passed.

On the third day, Ryu found Gozu and they fought, however, it was Ryu who lost the battle, not Gozu as Stasy had predicted. This didn't put a stop to her plan, however. While Gozu lay in a shady recluse, recovering from his injuries from the battle with Ryu, Stasy pounced. She granted him no time to react, knocking him unconcious in one clean hit. Now she had gained three other number sheets without breaking a sweat.

"Man, I'm a genius," she complimented herself as she wiped the sweat off her forehead. A russle came from behind and Stasy flung around. No one was there, however her curiousity had not been satiated. She crept along through the trees and soon came into a line of bushes. In her line of vision was none other than Hisoka. 'Asparagus-nii?' However, there was someone else with him. She recognized the clothes, but not the face. The stranger wore the same queer purple clothing as #301, Gitarakuru, but the face was not that same charming, bolted face as from when she last saw on the boat. For one, he didn't have pins in his head and he had hair. Long, black, gorgeous hair. However, the rest of the face was near average, excluding those cold eyes. Stasy knew these eyes. They were the same eyes she had seen on Killua when he was thirsting for blood. Assassin's eyes.