ANOTHER PLOT FORMED WHILE BRAINSTORMING FOR IDEAS TO UPDATE MY OTHER FICS WITH. I'm so sorry. Hope you guys would like this. LoveMuch!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot.

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The figure turned away; behind him was an applicant who had his arms removed by said figure.

'That's what he gets for not apologizing..' The figure thought to himself, eyes crinkling and his lips turned upward, forming a smile, walking past people who moved out of his way, creating a path.

The figure was tall, has a pale complexion and a fairly toned stature. His attire is adorned with various suit symbols on the front and back torso. He wears face paint: a maroon star on his right cheek and a spring green teardrop on his left cheek. On his clothes was his badge, numbered #44.

Murmurs were heard around the room.

"That's Hisoka, I heard he killed a proctor during last year's exams.."

"Really?!"

"Yeah, I heard he killed him because he didn't like him.."

"Man.. I pity the person who'll get pitted against him.."

"I sure hope it isn't me.."

Hisoka's smile widened, overhearing the whispers. His eyes glinted with amusement.

He stopped in a secluded part of the room, where he leaned on the wall.

Surveying his surroundings, he noticed that practically half of last year's applicants participated in the exams again.

Then the elevator tinged, signalling the people inside the room that there were more participants who passed the tests. Each and every one focused on the doors. When the doors opened, they saw a kid and two other people.

He smirked.

'There are kids this time..' He thought to himself, remembering the white haired kid he saw a while ago. Licking his lips, he continued with his examining of every participant.

Then his eyes fell on a hooded figure; the figure was leaning on the wall at the other side of the room opposite from him.

He hummed in thought, deciding to approach the figure.

With a smile plastered on his face, he walked.

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The hooded figure examined the participants.

So far, the only people she found interesting were #301, #294 and #405.

'But then..' The figure thought, but was then cut-off when he/she sensed an incoming presence.

The figure glanced up.

Emerald met with Yellow.

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Upon arriving in front of the hooded figure, the figure glanced up.

His eyes held contact with emerald eyes; eyes he knew all too well.

He paled drastically.

'What is she doing here?' He groaned inwardly, immediately regretting his decision of going towards the figure.

The figure grinned from behind her cloak, recognizing the person who approached her.

"HISOKA-CHAAAAN!"

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"HISOKA-CHAAAAN!" The figure squealed, delight present in her tone.

All heads turned to the source of the sound; the hooded figure. And who they saw next to the figure, made them fear for the person's life.

Silence enveloped the whole room. All eyes focused on the pair.

"Sakura." Hisoka greeted with a slight nod of his head, eyes narrowed and lips tilted downwards, forming a frown. "What are you doing here?"

The figure known as Sakura giggled.

"Because, why not?" Her emerald orbs glinted with mischief.

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From across the room, blue eyes watched the scene unfold.

He was in the middle of opening another can of laxative-spiked drink, when all of a sudden, the noise around the room suddenly quieted down to murmurs.

"What's happening?"

"Is that..?"

"She's gonna die.."

Curious, his eyes fell upon two figures at the other side of the room.

Looking at the first figure, his eyes narrowed in thought. 'He looks dangerous..'.

Glancing at the other figure, he noticed he/she was wearing a cloak, covering the figure from head to toe. He blinked.

'Is that a.. girl?'

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That's a wrap.

Honestly, why do I come up with these.. But the again, why not? Hue. LoveMuch!