WARNING: This is a Fem! Kurapika, Gon, and Male! Neon Story. Pairings (minus the yinyang pair, of course) are not final. ;)
DISCLAIMER: I WISH I own the Hunter X Hunter Characters.

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CHAPTER 1: Entrance

NISPEDANA HIGH

It was a beautiful spring morning in the country of Jappon, the constantly cool breeze keeping every and each person comfortable in warm clothing everyday of the year. The soft-colored cherry blossoms bloomed- -never wilting- -every single day of the year.

On a certain area at the country's center- -both in the literal and political sense of the word- -a familiar sound of congregation conquered the air. Teenagers, a few adults, and a few cars were coming together and each one casually passed through a beautifully extravagant gate. It was the first thing one would see once they near the property where the only private school in the city reside. It was also the academic institution in the country. So it was not surprising that a premium was placed on its landscaping, albeit a few newcomers would beg to differ.

And the awe, despite having high expectations of the place, definitely showed in their faces.

A wonderfully large amount, and variety, and flora was located strategically letting the school's users experience being one with nature, even when feeling the academic spirit of the place. And even with its quasi-open design, the security was intense albeit practically invisible. So the students could just walk around, relax, study, and eat without a hint of worry in their spoiled little heads.

In fact, one of the top (well, economically) students had a supposedly 'big' problem: boredom. He was just passively passing by the halls, with his bodyguards tailing him, and waving at those who greeted him.

"Neon-sama~" A few girls said. They were a few of his fangirls, he knew, and he'd rather not disappoint them, so he smiled his political smile- -the one he developed these past few years, as he was barely introduced in public before. And yes, when he finally got to have a social life, he found that image was everything.

Tap Tap Tap

A few more corridors and he soon reached the threshold of his homeroom that year. He slightly turned his head to Vaise, one of his guards, but was a little lazy to actually look at her. "This is it, right?" He asked as he stared blankly at the plank that stated '3A'.

"Hai." the brunette, who had her hair tied in a bun that day, said monotonously.

Neon then let Banshou, his other guard, to open the knob and enter before him. It was something everyone was used to. So when they saw Banshou, the people within the classroom already expected him to follow. Again, he was greeted enthusiastically and he replied with a smile.

He stood there near the door for a while, as he was flocked by his peers. It had been like this in the past years of his school life. Which was to say 3 years. He was only allowed to go to school by his abnormally protective father when he (and his bodyguards) convinced him that locking him up wouldn't do any good. If anything, it would only raise suspicion of his value. Besides, he was already 16 then. He knew very well that if it wasn't for his abilities, that old man would not be where he was.

And Neon did not hesitate using that against him.

In retrospect his methods in getting what he wanted was evolving to more mature and smarter methods since then and it only improved until the present. He attributed it to his amazing brain, and dismissed the idea of it being the influence of his personal tutor even before it came to his consciousness.

"Neon-sama!" A random fan called his name pulling him out of his trance. "I heard about your father's success in the construction industry- -didn't he just enter the field, too...? It's amazing, he was new to the field and yet he was able to predict that that type of resin would increase value like that!"

It was probably due to his predictions, but as much as he wanted to brag, he wasn't allowed to. Something about people trying to kidnap him and such. So he just smiled and said the compliment would reach his father.

A few girls swooned and a few others continued sending praises, some mentioning his father's amazing foresight.

Mentally, he was feeling ambivalent. A part, the large one, loved the attention. Another, just wanted to be left alone so that he'd have more time to-

A small creak was heard and the classroom silenced down, as if on cue. He stiffened, shook it away, and acted apathetic as he always did. Cool and calm... just like her.

"Ah. There she is." A guy who was swooning over him a moment ago mumbled as he openly stared at the newcomer. "The Ice Queen."

A tall, pretty girl entered the room. She was definitely one of the most beautiful girl in the school— with her flowing blond hair, enticing blue eyes, and silky pale skin- -not that he'd admit that. She entered seemingly oblivious of the stares. But of course he just knew she was just good at ignoring them.

He had to learn that the hard way.

It was then that she oh-so-timely shifted her gaze at him. It was only for an instant, but their eyes still met.

Doki

They simultaneously looked at other places. She passively walked pass him and to her seat at the farthest right way at the last row. She went to this school the same time he did and albeit she wasn't chosen as the representative, she never failed in surprising everyone by constantly being at the (academic) top. Apparently it was one of the conditions for a full-scholarship.

It was also one of the conditions to remain his tutor.

"Neon-boccama. I think it's time for you to take your seat now." Bashou said teasingly. He would love to wipe that arrogant smirk of that prying guard's face, but he was in public. Not to mention he was a known elite. He had to keep his image.

His eyes twitched and finally sat back down.

"We'll be going now, bocchan." Banshou said and Vaise just waved as they went to the quarters, which was actually right at the back of the classroom. The teachers had been used to them by now.

As he sat though, Neon realized that Banshou was in an especially talktative mood that day.

"When are you two going to start speaking in school?" the bulky man whispered and Neon frowned.

They pretended not to know each other simply because she was such a low-income girl he'd rather not come close with in public.

So there he was… just watching her from afar when they were in school as if she was some artefact in one of the museums he liked visiting. He was always fond of things that turned off most people. In fact, not even his closest friends knew of his collection. Not only was it basically illegal, but it was…well… disturbing.

He recalled the first time he and Kurapika met- -but he cut himself off from the line of thought immediately. He'd rather not remember.

Neon was about to tell Banshou to buzz off when the door slip open again, revealing handsome young man win honey-brown hair and a wide friendly grin.

"Yow. Neon." It was Shalnark, who nonchalantly raised his hand to greet his friend. The boy was the only son of the inventor of 'Mango' the leading brand for gadgets in the country. The techno-geek casually sat down beside him and stared at the blackboard with him.

Neon ignored the fact that Shalnark whipped his head towards another direction and leaned to him and went all whispery. "Ne, the Ice Queen's looking prettier than ever."

Twitch

"Why don't you talk to her, then?"

"Naw. I might get killed." Shalnark joked, seemingly oblivious to how Neon's voice cracked. "Why don't you talk to her? You get anything you want right? Surely you can charm h-"

His eye twitched again.

"No, I would rather not taint my hands with her poorness."

And with that, Shalnark sweat-dropped, pretending to have no idea what their relationship was.

"Ha…"

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*Meanwhile*

Kurapika let out a deep breath. Seriously, had that boy still unaware of her acute hearing? She could hear every word…

She shrugged and continued to look down. She passively looked at the new students entering the gate and going straight to the auditorium. They were freshmen, obviously, and the different color coding they had on their uniforms only ensured her that. She continued to stare as if they were leaves floating with the wind.

She didn't know why though- -but suddenly she was pulled out of her apathetic staring. There was a leaf, who for some reason, that stood out amongst the rest.

It was a young boy. He had fiery silver hair and a blank, emotionless, expression in his face. He was walking in his own, slow, pace as he had his hands on his pocket. Soon the boy went out of sight, and she gestured to enter to Lalaland again. It didn't take long, though, for another freshman to catch her attention.

Odd. This kid was the complete opposite of the other one. It was a cute little girl with silky raven hair tied up in a pony tail. She looked a little younger than she probably was, too. She had a pretty smile pasted on her face, obviously excited at the sight of her new school.

'How cute.'

But when she felt her mouth moving for a smile, she caught herself and opened her notebook to stare at long had it been since she found something 'cute'. Unlike most girls, it had been hard on her to find them, and frankly she didn't know what to make of the advent of that changing.

Was she becoming like normal girls now, she wondered...

As trivial as the issue was, she still heavily disliked that thought. She frowned and forced herself to study. And thankfully, the professor soon came with some new materials that would distract her.

GARDEN, Lunch Time

Noon. The warmest part of the day, but still cool enough for their double-layered long-sleeved uniforms to remain comfortable to wear. The grass were never dry- -and they were as green and lush as they were during the morning.

A hand was absent-mindedly analyzing a piece of grass taken out of the ground.

"The grass looks interesting." a boy, who wasn't the hands' owner, said making the actual owner flinch and let it go.

"Just eat, Shalnark." Neon muttered and continued to eat his. The girls who asked to join them chuckled at the apparently 'cute' shota scene that they made.

They were currently on a lawn in one the school's many quadrangles. It was one of the two where the school's best known students, hung out. The school's best gardens also surrounded the place, and cherry blossoms circled its radius. The area was then, inevitably, called the 'Garden of Eden'.

Shalnark was eating with Neon and his body guards. They were given more than enough space by the other students. It was then that Squala arrived from a phone call with a piece of paper and ballpen. Neon's companions stared at the guard, and the Indian only shrugged.

"For one of your father's friends." Was all he said and Neon nodded after sighing lazily. Neon knew better than ask if it could wait. Besides, he probably thought he should get it over with.

"Ghost Writer." the other boy called quietly and raised a hand with a nen spirit coming out of his body, sucking the light in his eyes. Neon and his body guards though thought that he, along with the other students, could not see nor even sense the nen Neon was emitting. even the lost of life in his eyes were practically invisible to the normal eyes.

Shalnark stared in awe but hid it well. He, as always, pretended to not have the capability to use nen and told himself to start nonchalantly looking around in boredom. It was during that that he saw a flash of a very familiar woman with short blond hair.

'Pakunoda?' he mused in surprise but then dismissed any idea of following her. They must be there for something that didn't involve him and he'd rather not have them think of him as the curious little brat that he was.

Still, he couldn't help but wonder what one of his childhood friends could be doing here though…

Sigh

He had to admit he missed them. They hadn't been together for a while now, ever since they parted all those years ago…

He shrugged and then shifted back to Neon who had just returned and handed the paper to Squala. The Indian soon walked away, presumably to deliver the prophecy.

"So…" he initiated. "I wonder where Kurapika-san's eating her lunch." He thought out-loud, particularly to shake away the sentimentality that attacked him. Besides, he knew Neon had a thing with the Ice Queen and with his talent in prying he found out she had been tutoring him since she transferred in a year ago.

And God knew just how much he loved teasing.

"That's none of our business, Shalnark." Neon snapped. "You go look for her if you want to."

"Then I would leave you all alone here." He smiled slyly and Neon frowned.

"Neon-sama's not alone." One of the girls pouted. "But what do you see in her, anyway, Shalnark-kun?"

"You mean like the other guys?" he asked slyly and the girls frowned. He knew well how the girls disliked the attention the scholarship student got. A few even tried to bully Kurapika before, but none really stayed. She was too admirable, even Shalnark could testify to that.

"...except me, of course." Neon stated, and who knew who he was tryiing to convince.

Shalnark smirked and then stood up and he could see Neon was surprised that he actually was going to do as he said. Neon even opened his mouth to protest but wasn't able to think of rational enough words. So he shut up and muttered silent curses before begrudgingly returning to his food.

He walked away at a torturous (for Neon) speed, stretched, and even muttered things like 'I wonder if she'd talk with me~'

Banshou chuckled knowingly and Vaise just smirked. "Ah, Neon-sama." She called, earning a 'What?' glare from the maroon-headed boy.

Vaise smiled and pointed at his fork un-culturally stabbing the high-quality rice harvested just for them.

"Please don't vent your annoyance on the food."

Meanwhile on a small, secluded, area within the other side of school grounds sat the aforementioned lone girl with blonde hair. She was eating demure cuts from her bento as another hand held up a difficult book. She had always been there. She liked it peaceful, especially when there weren't people making basically showing off the aura that they wanted her to acknowledge their presence.

Don't get her wrong- -she was a polite girl. But anything more than a nod was troublesome. She didn't need any friends. All she had to do was focus in her studies. It was basically all that she could do at the moment, anyway. She shook a few recurring thoughts away and forced herself back to the book.

She did not even notice the watchful eyes watching her from the top floor.

Tap Tap Tap

The sound of high-heels echoed across the noisy halls of the administrative office. They turned to its source and saw a beautiful blonde with short blonde hair, wearing a rather revealing set of clothing.

"Pakunoda-san!" A random woman said and the blonde nodded in acknowledgement.

Pakunoda continued to walk casually across the hall, earning the respectful nod of those who knew her, and the shameless gapes of those who didn't. Yet.

In any case, everyone who saw her stared. She was wearing a rather formal suit opened up to show enough skin for her comfort (since her chest area was too big for any shirt she wore) and wore an extremely short skirt. But not once did her observers think of her as wearing something indecent. If anything, she emitted an aura of sophistication.

"Pakunoda-san?" Soon, a voice, much smaller than the ones earlier, greeted her as she opened the above-average wooden door. The woman was surprised, obviously not expecting her.

"Is Hanamura-sensei here?" The girl nodded, stood up, and showed her the Principal's office. "They will have a short meeting afterwards though…" the girl added meekly.

"It's fine. I'm just here to deliver a short message." The girl gulped in nervousness before finally leaving her to the door.

"Hanamura-sensei." She called quietly and the more-than-healthy man flinched and stood up. She coolly went inside the room and closed the door.

"The president's here."

"Eh? How come I wasn't informed?" He voiced out, ensuring whoever forgot to tell him would get fired. It was bad enough he wasn't able to greet him during his entry, but that man rarely went to the school! That meant the man was here for something important.

"Don't worry. He purposely went here unseen."

"I see." The old man just muttered, relieved. He knew of their stealth, so even with the security measures he put up, he didn't mind them remaining untraced. They were both powerful people, he knew, and he wasn't only speaking about their political abilities…

"I'll go see him right away."

"You can finish your meeting. He's in no rush." She said, recalling him saying that before they parted. "It will only last for at most an hour, yes?"

"Hai. I'll be there as soon as its finished."

"Okay." Pakunoda said dismissively and walked away.

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She arrived at the rarely-occupied floor a few minutes of casual walking later. She stood by the pompous double door and opened it, immediately letting her sights catch a classically Victorian-styled room. She ignored the small library in the receiving area and proceeded to office. It was lit solely by the window that wasn't even open enough to let a comfortable amount of wind in.

She watched the handsome raven-haired man passively, knowing well he knew what she was doing. He continued ignoring her and did not stop looking outside the window with such blunt interest that made the usually dismissive Pakunoda feel curious.

But knowing him for the past 10 years, even when they had parted ways and only met 2 years prior- -when he had gone very far from where they were, he always wanted his cronies to state their official business first.

"The Principal will come in 15 minutes or so." And that she did.

He smiled, obviously liking the wait, but did not even look at her. Pakunoda sighed and casually placed her hand on her hip and shifted her weight to a leg—her only way of slouching.

"You've been staring at that window for a while now." She stated but he did not flinch.

"I was?" he asked feigning innocence, finally pulling his gaze away from the transparent vitreous surface. "The school is very beautiful after all."

"And...?"

He chuckled. "What? I was just admiring what I was… made responsible for."

Pakunoda knew him well enough to know it was some kind of understatement. But the fact that her boss was acting all mysterious again, she knew he would not tell her what she wanted.

So she shrugged, and casually sat down a random upholstered chair... thinking that some things...?

They just never change.

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But of course, most things do.

And a few kids would learn that soon.

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END OF CHAPTER 1

Coming Soon:
CHAPTER 2: Meetings

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