A/N: Back to POV-ing. The next might not be, unless you allow me to do a switch-perspective type. I don't know if I can go back to that again. :|
Extra drabble. Since Akane won the fight for them, what did they do for fifty hours? Something random. Please don't take the last scene to be something Romantic. I wanted it to be a sibling-type friendship. [But not Brother-sister-complex, please.]

Random. I couldn't get the game part right so I decided I'd make it this way. 12 Is on the way, too...

Disclaimer: Togashi, that sick man who's bedridden and cannot continue the manga yet, I guess, owns HxH.

(AKANE's POV)

The five of us started a leisurely-walk-pace down the tower. Making the right choices, we happily ended down a path where they could get to bottom safely, and uninjured. There were some times when Leorio would start fighting about his decision, that I would be forced to stop, of course.

When we arrived at the bottom floor, the first ones I noticed were Hisoka and Hanzo. They're one of the characters that seem to stand out… threat or not, I can't tell. We removed our watches, tossing them on the floor against Kurapika's wise decision. I said 'Just toss it in the corner,' and they did. But when we took one last look to check how long we were still supposed to spend before finishing the 72 hour time limit, we all whined in complaint. Well, at least me and Killua.

"What?" Killua groaned. "Are you serious? We have FIFTY HOURS to spend in this room?" His complaints rang around the entire room, echoing. There were around twelve echoes.

"Yes," Kurapika said. He already had his nose buried in a book. "Oh well."

"I'm going to have a nice nap," Leorio said, who was already sprawled on the floor. "Fifty hours, equals two days. I'm going to nap." In half a second, he was asleep.

Gon didn't make a noise. He was polishing his fishing pole.

"Akane~~! What about you?" Killua whined.

"I guess I'd take a nap too," I said, succumbing to fetal position. I could feel two pairs of eyes staring at me. One would be Killua… and the other was too painstakingly familiar.

"Hisoka's staring at you, you know," Killua said, scooting over beside me.

"I know," I said. "It's irritating." I looked up at Hisoka, at twelve-o-clock, and gave him a look that said, 'What do you want?'

Hisoka smirked. He extended a long index finger and bid me come near him. He blew me an air-kiss. At least, I think, since it was in my direction.

A startled shudder ran through my spine.

"Is it just me or he wants to talk to you?" Killua asked. "And really."

"I think he does…" I told Killua. "What, should I go?"

"I don't know," Killua said. "He doesn't seem to have a murderous aura… he seems to be pretty playful, you know."

"I guess," I said, and stood up to stretch and dust myself. I found Hisoka still staring admirably – sigh – at me. I whispered to Killua, "Can I trust you to come to the rescue if anything happens?"

Killua nodded, and I started to go.

I came face to face with the joker in no time. I sat on the ground across him. "What do you want, Hisoka?"

"Don't get too irate, princess," he giggled. "I just want to talk."

"Well then get to the point," I said, fisting my hands to prevent my slapping him. "We've had quite a long day, you know. The tower's quite the thing, and I want to rest too." I was trying to keep monotone, but the fear and the anger started to swell in my blood. Sweat fell from my forehead. I realized I was shaking, and started to breathe to calm myself down.

"Pretty princess with her four princes," Hisoka smiled at me. I glared daggers at him. "I just wanted to ask how things are going between you and them…"

Continuing throwing daggers at him, I said, "So far so good. I'm still alive and in the game, aren't I?"

"Good, good," he said, smiling. "I just wanted to make sure you all pass the examination." He giggled.

The daggers flying away from my face, I raised an eyebrow at him. "What do you mean, Hisoka?"

"Nothing special," he said, giggling. He slid on the ground an upturned card that I couldn't see the face. "Just waiting for the harvest." He looked at me. "You can go now."

Clueless, I took the card and flipped it over.

It was a joker.

I pocketed it and walked back to Killua, who was staring at me with questioning eyes. Two pairs of eyes, staring at me. It creeped me out.

This is going to be a very, very long wait.

"So what did he do?" was Killua's first question, as if automatically. "What happened?"

"He seemed to be… concerned about us." I couldn't find any better verb anyway.

"Concerned?" Killua said, mockingly. "The demented jester, concerned. It's the best sarcasm of the year."

I looked at him cluelessly. I felt so dumb. "I was serious, Killua."

He looked at me now, even more clueless as I was. "You were?"

"I was!" I said. "He was using pretty flowery statements like 'The princess and her four princes' and something about a harvest… but I didn't really get it. I did get, however, that he said he wanted us to pass the exam."

"He's crazy," Killua said. "He might as well have found someone interesting in our group. He's going to start targeting, pick a good kill point and then—"

"Who are you talking about, guys?" Gon said, scooting over. His fishpole was now really shiny.

"Hisoka," Killua said abruptly. "So I was saying, he might as well be a bad threat, especially you, Akane, since you're the weak one—"

"EXCUSE ME!" I said, angrily. "Weak? Let me just add that I could beat that ugly Muscled guy back up at the ARENA! Do you have short memory loss or something, GOLDFISH?"

Kurapika laughed lightly behind me. "Nice comparison, Akane."

"Thank you, Kurapika," I said, before turning around to Killua again, "But there are some people—"

"Fine, fine," Killua said, arms up in the air. I could imagine a sweat drop coming out from the back of his head. "You're not weak, but you're not strong enough. If you compare it to Hisoka's level, you're waaa~ay below it."

Crossing my arms across my chest, I nodded, thoughtfully. "I agree. How would you level it, then?"

He rammed his fist to the ground and took some of the crumbled rock out. He took one out and waved it in front of my face. "This would be Hisoka." He placed it on the ground. "This would be me, in terms of strength." He placed the other rock around five inches away. "And I'm being modest at that. Anyway, this would be you." He placed another rock around two inches behind me. "You did take martial arts, right? That would be if you maximize your skill."

"Hmmph!" I said, kicking the stones away. "If only I had that red-eye power like Kurapika!"

Kurapika flinched behind me, as if attacked by a sudden memory. I thought I heard him murmur unintelligible words.

"What do you call that power, anyway, Kurapika?" I asked.

"My father used to call it Emperor Time," he said solemnly, in a deeper voice than usual. "But I don't know how to control it, or what it does yet. It just… happens."

Killua cocked his head to the side. "When?"

"When I see a spider," Kurapika thought, not bothering to look up from his book. "I already told you that, earlier."

"'Short memory loss, goldfish'," Killua quoted. "What is it with goldfishes?"

Kurapika looked up at Killua with amused eyes, trying to cover up his laughter. "Goldfishes have two-second memory spans."

"They do?" Killua said, surprised. "That's scary! I guess that's why my mom decided forgetful fish wasn't meant for our aquarium…"

"You have fish in your house?" I asked. "I've always wanted to have a fish! What fish do you have?"

Killua grinned mischievously. "Guess what."

"Amphiprion ocellaris!" Gon said, cheerily. I felt my eye sockets loosen and almost my eyes almost fall out of place. I put my hands on my face to prevent them from falling, but in the end I made a tiny hole between my fingers to look around. Killua's mouth was wide open again, and Gon was grinning. I couldn't tell Kurapika's reaction, but I could feel his… shock.

"What the hell is that?" Killua asked. "Sorry Gon, but I'm not the fishing type." "Neither am I," I added.

Kurapika answered for Gon, who was smothering his laughter. "It's a clownfish."

"A CLOWNFISH!" Killua said. "A CLOWNFISH! Akane, tell me, does my family seem that pathetic to you?"

"Actually, clownfishes are nice," I answered. "Finding Nemo?"

"Aww that movie SUCKED," Killua groaned. "Tell me, do I look like the time who watches that?"

"How did you know it sucked if you didn't watch it?" I asked him. "You don't seem to be the type who watches por—"

"Kids like you shouldn't talk about that, you know," Leorio said, waking up. "What a loud voice you have there, Killua. Big bad wolf?"

"And you would be the pig who built a house made of straw," Killua said. He turned back to me. "Akane, I would like you to take back what you said."

"Can't take back what I said now, can I?" I asked him. I yawned. "My turn to nap, ne? But I have guess for your fish," I told him.

"So, what do you think?" He asked, taunting.

"Piranha," I said, with a flick of my finger, before finally curling to a ball to get some well-needed sleep.

Before I finally fell asleep, I heard Killua gasp. "She got it right."

Piranha.

When I woke up, Kurapika was asleep and had his head tucked between his knees. Killua was asleep too, beside Gon. Leorio, too.

They all slept. Leaving me, to myself.

I looked down at my bag hoping to find something nice. Clothes… Biscuits… Paper… Pen… I decided I'd write. While I'm eating. Taking out the paper and pen, and the biscuit I tried to scribble out with my extremely messy handwriting my first letter to my mom while I nibbled on the untasty biscuits. As for the first letter… that is, if I would be able to send it.

Dear Mom.

Hi. I'm okay, here I am in the third part of the exam. We went down a tower and fought some convicts. It's pretty hard, I guess. But I've met some nice friends. I'll try to make you meet them if possible, but I highly doubt that.

First there's Gon. He's got a bubbly attitude and he's a really fun kid. He has spiky hair with a green shade on the tips. And brown eyes. He decided to get into the hunter exam because he wanted to find his father. Nice kid.

Next is Killua. I met him on the train I took out from there to the docks. He's pretty nice. Though he's got a scary talent. I think his last name's Zaoldyeck… isn't that an assassin family? Oh well, at least he's in on our side. He also got some weird looks. He's twelve, like Gon. He has spiky white hair. Creepy. I thought he was a vampire once but nah. He's creepy as he is.

Next would be Kurapika. He's seventeen. Like me, he has blond hair, and blue eyes. Though his is brighter than mine. He looks like a girl, mom. Seriously. If I had my camera, I'd love to send you photos, but. Yeah. Next time. He wants to become a blacklist hunter… I think there's these criminals called the Genei Ryodan who killed off his entire tribe. He's really solitary, I have much to know yet. His eyes turn red, too. Creepy!

Last would be Leorio, the group pervert. I don't know, he just seems to be the foolish one. That idiot. But he's our comic relief, so what is there to complain about? He has shortish black hair and he wear s sunglasses. Weird enough, he's wearing a formal tux thing, above his Hawaiian shirt. Doesn't fit him at all. Make him look more foolish.

We've met some scary dudes in the way, including a magician I don't wanna talk about much, except that he called me a princess. Send regards to Sensei back there, tell him my Martial Arts training helped me pretty good enough here. At least I can defend myself.

Lots of terrible stuff happened already, but I won't tell you since you might just get worried so much. Don't worry, my friends and I can do this, I guess. I'll try to write you another when I have enough paper –oh shit I realized I only have a few—so that I can continue my stories. That is if I can send you these.

Bye. Hugs and Kisses to Dad, Sensei, and You.

Akane.

"What's that, Akane?" Killua asked, peeking from my shoulder as I folded the sheet of paper. I tucked it in my bag and told him, "It's a letter."

"A letter for who?" he asked. "Your mom?" I nodded. He sighed. "You do know you won't be able to send that out yet, right?"

I nodded. "I can send it when we're done with the exam, together with the rest I may be able to write, I suppose. I wish she doesn't worry until then."

"Akane! You're like, SIXTEEN. Tell your mom to make up her mind, if she wants you to be a kid forever or grow up."

I nodded. "I wanted to tell her that too, but unlike you, I have some respect to my parents."

He huffed. "Whatever." He trotted back to the wall to lean down, and started polishing his skateboard.

"I hope the time's about to end," I said. "What do you think?"

"Maybe two more hours," Kurapika said, waking up. I looked at him to find him back to his comfortable sitting position. "Or so. We already spent quite a time here." He opened his book again.

I scooted over to him and noticed his earring. I took it between my thumb and index finger, and he was uncomfortable with the sudden touch. I let go of it. "What's it made of, Kurapika?"

"Blood gem," he said. "It's special, made really, basically, out of blood."

"Creepy," I said, realizing it was the nth time I thought of that word. Creepy. I peeked over to the book he was reading. "What's that about?"

"It's a novel adaptation," he said, "About two lovers whose families did not allow them to be together."

I thought about it. The plot sounded familiar. "La tragédie de Roméo et Juliette?"

Kurapika chuckled. "My, someone knows her French," he said. "But yes. Romeo and Juliet."

"What part are you in? Can I read, too?" Resting my chin on his shoulder, I started to read in pace with him. It was funny-looking, I guess, since Hisoka and Killua were laughing at us. Maybe Kurapika looked like he grew another blond head.

Before we could finish the Story of the third Act, the speaker bellowed. "END OF ROUND TIME!" It said. "THIRD ROUND: NUMBER OF PARTICIPANTS WHO REACHED THE GOAL, TWENTY FIVE, INCLUDING ONE DEAD!"

Then, the door opened.