Ok guys I'm not sure about you guys but I'm getting pretty darned sick of all these exams. I want to move on to the friggin classes, the exploring, the new people, maybe even a decent plot! (Though not exactly sure how that's gonna go down...)

Anyway this chapter will be a little short- sorry!

Enjoy~

Everyone at around the same time sat down on a desk, pencil in hand as they stared down at the second part of their exam.

At the sound of their respective supervisors they began reading the sheet.

Kidd and Tetsuma's situation

'Damn I knew it was going too smooth.'

The cowboy inwardly moaned to himself as he looked at the first friend on the desk beside him sat motionlessly staring at the paper. Kidd sighed. Tetsuma though loyal really lacked any sort of individual thought process, usually relying on Kidd's orders on such things.

'Well this isn't looking good at all.'

Hiruma's situation

'Fuck I should have guessed from the previous challenge that the written was going to be like this.' The emerald eyes narrowed after reading the questions, hand just twitching to shoot with one of his beloved guns.

Luckily most of the riddles the blonde could answer immediately recognizing them thanks to a certain brunette's pestering every time the blonde got bored.

Flashback

"Ne Hiruma? You wanna hear a riddle?" Honey brown bored eyes blinked up toward the uninterested green ones.

The blonde scowled.

"Fucking shrimp can't you see I'm fucking busy?"

The large eyes fearfully looked down to the devilish teens current activity, only to see the teen was just methodically cleaning a gun, he then began to pout childishly at the obvious lie. Suddenly a little gleam in his eye flickered mimicking Hiruma's own devilish twinkles when he though of something bad- wait let me rephrase that- when he thought of anything.

It only happened for a split second before the kid sighed dramatically.

"Haaaaa... I guess even the great Hiruma Yoichi, most feared name on the streets, the devil incarnate himself is too scared of being outwitted by a simple riddle by a mere small street shrimp..."

Before he could even finish his taunt he could here a metal click and the cold, hard but sadly familiar feeling aimed at his back.

"Fucking tell it to me before I fucking pull the trigger you fucker."

The cold obviously pissed off sound of the blonde's voice sent visible shivers down his spine.

Hiruma could practically see the regret wash over the small boy's face like a cold slap of water causing him to grin showing off his sharp fangs. He nudged the gun closer to the boy who shuddered at the feel and the blonde decided to push it a little further as he whispered menacingly in the small thief's ear "If I answer the question correctly.. I think I'll be soo fucking happy.. That I may just accidentally fucking trigger my gun ya know?"

Sena gulped as his mind went overdrive in processing the threat. The question was clear on his face 'Should he tell the riddle and risk getting shot or should he run away now and risk a punishment?'

Finally after an array of different emotions passed through the adorable face of the small teen, which Hiruma did NOT think for a moment was cute it seemed the kid finally made a decision and opened his mouth to speak.

End Flashback

In the time the blond has known the annoyingly timid shrimp he had realized that only when it came to the concept of these fucking riddles and such even the devil himself could outwit the kid. Much to his annoyance the blond had never got a chance to pull the trigger victoriously each time he was given one of Sena's riddles, however right now looking at the shitty paper with the remaining questions he felt a pang of (oh how it hurts him to fucking admit) gratefulness.

'Compared to the chibi's stuff most of the riddles were a fucking cakewalk' he cackled as he raced through the questions reveling at the paled shocked faces of the students around him.

...

With only 10 minutes left on the clock the blond just stared, trying to burn a hole with his emerald green eyes at the offending last three questions.

They made fucking no sense at fucking all.

Agon's situation

Agon was pretty much similar to Hiruma however having dealt with Sena for a longer period of time he managed to smash through the paper, smugly looking up toward Sengoku now and then still holding a grudge on the whole fool and wise man crap he spouted before.

Finally he got to the last three questions. His arrogant smirk was wiped off and replaced by one of pure concentration. These three were definitely hard- nothing like those trash questions. (Though in the past those 'trash' questions would have stumped and stupefied him weren't it not for him strangling the answers out of Sena in frustration)

19. Which is the longest word in English?

'Shit obviously this isn't a direct question but a riddle as they wouldn't actually expect us to fucking know the longest word! God seriously where was Sena when you actually fucking needed him?!' The irritation only built up when he realized that these last three questions had the highest marks allocated.

He would die in a trash pile than admit it but he did kind of in a little teensy weensy bit of a way missed the kid- he was probably the first person Agon actually acknowledged and considered a god-forbid... friend. It had been years since he last visited the small street rat, too many years, for all he knew the boy could have had starved to death out in the cold. 'It was because I had gotten busy with other crap' the prodigy justified himself weakly and as always shook the trash-like thoughts away from his mind. But for some reason the thoughts always lingered at the back of his mind, waiting for him to acknowledge them, the real reason why he abandoned him. He did miss the brunette's presence, his lack of fear toward the scary genius, his naïveté, his talent, his smil- Suddenly the answer struck the dread head like lightening shot from a dragon, furiously he wrote down his answer in surprisingly neat, sharp writing.

Smiles

Because there is a mile in between of the first and last letter.

Inwardly he groaned at how cheesy the answer was. Though he couldn't figure out the last question he still felt uncharacteristically satisfied.

Sena's Situation

"Ano... T-Takami nii-san.."

Silently the rest of the room groaned, this was probably the twentieth time the small brunette asked for help. Quietly as a whole everyone began to dismiss the thief's previous success as a simple fluke.

Sena was bored. Mind-numbingly bored.

After confirming a few words here and there the brunette realized quickly that the whole test consisted of quizzes, riddles and puzzles- pretty damn easy ones at that. However when he came to the last riddle he stopped and stared. Sena had never seen any type of puzzle like this, his golden brown eyes glittered like it was reflecting a sea of treasures, his corners of his mouth began to twitch trying to hide his very excited and amused grin.

The riddle read:

From time to time the prison gets overcrowded, so puzzles are administered to selected inmates. If they pass, they go free; if they fail, the are executed. On one such occasion, three cells were needed, so three of the cleverest inmates - Albert, Barry, and Carl - were put in a room and given a challenge. A guard then told them they were to wear helmets - the only colors were white and black at least one of the helmets was white and at least one was black. The guard then walked behind each prisoner and placed a helmet on his head. Each inmate could see the two other inmates' hats, but not his own.

The guard said, "If anyone can tell me with absolute certainty the color of his own hat, you may all go free. However, under no circumstances may you communicate the color of anyone else's hat."

He first asked Albert. Albert is a very honest and intelligent person, but he was dumbfounded. "I don't know", he said, "there's no way of knowing."

He then asked Barry. Barry was equally intelligent and rational, but he also could not say.

The guard said, "I regret that I have to execute you three, but seeing as Carl is blind, he's not going to know. You have failed."

But Carl piped up and said, "But I do know the color of my hat."

What is the color of Carl's hat, and how did he know?

Once again when brought with such an interesting challenge the thief muttered to himself weighing out the options and possibilities.

'So there are 3 options... At least a black or white helmet... Can't communicate... Both Barry and Albert are unable to guess... If there is minimum one black then there would be maximum two white helmets.. I got it!'

Slowly, carefully he wrote down his answer trying to make it as eligible as possible grateful Agon taught him how to write all those years ago. He had always wondered what happened to the teen when he suddenly disappeared from the streets, he didn't even hear any news of random street fights (more like one-sided massacres as the boy grew even stronger) during his disappearance. The brunette used to try looking for his friend, it was strange how different it felt when Agon left compared to when Riku nii-san did- yes he felt sad but he had never actively searched so much for his big brother like how he searched for Agon. Maybe it was because the violent psychopathic prodigy was probably the only one he had spent with for such a long time, when he left it really hit the brunette hard that he would be alone forever; it was like the final blow to an already fairly damaged and cracked bottle.

The small empty ache that had always been inside the brunette threatened to consume him when he realized how alone he truly was… and forever be- thinking about it now that feeling was what pushed him to ask to join Hiruma's dealings a few weeks later.

It was considered suicidal to partner with the blond demon but that's why he chose to do so.

Suddenly Sena snapped back into reality swiftly pushing his dark thoughts aside in a corner in his head. Quickly he reread his answer trying to distract himself from the persistent resurfacing memories.

Albert is first to guess, if

he sees the two black hats on Barry and Carl, then he knows his must

be white. However, he could not conclude what color his was,

therefore either Barry or Carl must be wearing a white hat.

Barry also understands this concept being just as smart as Albert. If he sees Carl wearing a black hat, then he knows he must be wearing a white hat (regardless of what color Albert is wearing). However, he also could not conclude what he was wearing, so

Carl must be wearing a white hat.

As time ran closer to the end of the written exam Sena looked silently at the clock ticking second by second. He was so serene compared to the rushing, frantic teens around him. For some strange reason he didn't feel as ecstatic as he usual was when solving a new riddle. He felt like the calm in a raging sea, different, alone.

"Pencils down everybody."

Finally time was up.

I did not see that coming. Seriously. Did not plan for such emotional Sena.

Hopefully the last test (FINALLY) will be a bit more cheery. Honestly can't wait for Agon and Sena to meet- and as you see I very much ship. 3

Also guys if you want a character to appear please request! I already have a few good ideas for character appearances but I would seriously appreciate some feedback.