DISCLAIMER: HxH is Yoshihiro Togashi's!

Summary: She was more than just herself; she was the girl that was named after a gem. She was the girl that everyone should normally be envious of. She was rich, she had the means, she had the boys. She had everything anyone would ever want, she could get anything she wanted. So what else would she ask for, to drive her away from her home?

OWC: 1,126

~Prologue~

"Have you picked any yet?"

The coarse voice of a man called to the two children leaning by the glass viewing box of a jewelry shop. The two kids turned to him, one more excitedly than another. He had dark black hair and brownish black eyes, and he was wearing a blue t-shirt and black pants. He had a fatherly smile on his face, and that made the younger, more hyperactive one to grin even wider.

"Yes daddy! This one, look, it has a flower on it!" The childish, high-pitched voice of the five-year-old answered. The pigtails of the little girl started to bounce with her movement of sudden jumping. Her dress started to flutter around her like autumn leaves falling from the trees.

"Tch, flowers," the older one snorted.

The younger one's grin and laughter disappeared and vanished into thin air. She frowned, instead. Her voice was extraordinarily loud, causing everyone in the store to turn their attention to her. "Daddy, Crystal's being mean!"

"Aww, would you just tone down, Neon?" The older one looked at her sister angrily. Her green eyes bore into her sister's, a hidden message in the stare. "I didn't even do anything yet. Stop being such a whiny cry-baby." The irritated voice of the ten-year-old had the tone of an order—strict, intimidating, commanding.

But the five-year-old did not sway, and continued to argue. "I am not a CRY BABY!"

"Yeah, whatever," the older one finally shrugged, deciding that it wasn't worth her time. She turned back to the glass panel and stared intently once more.

The customers started to turn around back to what they were doing, while the younger child curled into a ball in the corner of the store, bawling her eyes out as silently as she could.

Their father, having realized that their argument have finished, finally decided to come in. While putting a gentle, caring hand over the younger one's head, he asked the older one a question. "Crystal, have you decided what you want?"

"This one, dad," she said softly while nodding. She leaned forward into the glass, gently adjusting her weight onto it while her eyes were concentrated only on one glittering piece of jewelry, which was intricately carved out from silver. "This one with the spider."

"No…no…no…daddy…no…"

"Neon-sama?"

Neon's green eyes flashed open, out of fear, shock, and surprise. Quietly and without a sound, she stared at her white ceiling, pretty dumbly even. After gaining a little bit of thought, she blinked and faced toward her left, meeting her bodyguard's own blue eyes.

As per usual, she felt her face heat up. She never really got used to her favourite bodyguard having such colorful eyes (especially since when she first met him, he was cold and stuffy and had black contacts all the time). She chewed on her lower lip nervously, still feeling her face flush. What the hell are you doing? You always end up embarrassing yourself, Neon, she scolded herself. She looked down at her hands to hide her slowly reddening face, red as a ripe tomato."Eh, Kurapika…"

He turned his eyes from his book to her. "Neon-sama?"

"Why are you in my room?" she asked, tentatively and hesitantly.

Kurapika sighed. He put down his book, and closed it neatly on his lap. "You asked me to watch over you as you sleep."

I did that? She flash-backed. She remembered pulling Kurapika to her room, but that was really it, nothing more.

Again, she had a soft voice. "Kurapika?"

"Neon-sama?"

"Is daddy there?" She asked, finally lifting her eyes to meet his.

Kurapika nodded. "In his study, Neon-sama."

She put down the blanket and, as uncharacteristic as of her to be, she folded it neatly at put it down by her pillow. She straightened out the sheets, too. Kurapika couldn't move or say, 'I'll do it, Neon-sama,' as he would usually say. No, he couldn't. His jaw was dropped in utter surprise.

"N-neon…s-sama…"

Neon went up to him and grinned. "C'mon, Kurapika. I wanna go talk to daddy." She pulled on Kurapika's arm and literally dragged him out of her room—it was actually becoming a habit.

She knocked three rapid times on the study of her father's giant oak door before she opened it. It creaked as she pushed the huge door aside for a little bit. "Daddy?"

Neon's father, Raito Nostrade, looked away from the gigantic textbook he was scanning. He put down the magnifying glass on the page and spun around to look at his daughter. "Neon? What's the problem?"

Neon looked at Kurapika, signing him to leave them alone first—which he did. She then did to close the door before she walked over to her father. "You… you do know what happened, right, daddy?"

Raito told Neon to come sit with him, and she quietly obeyed with no word of complaints. "I know, Neon… that you've lost your ability."

Neon looked down, her pink hair coming down across her face. "I know, daddy. I'm sorry… and I thought the nice guy was really a nice guy… plus he was really handsome…besides, I've never really been with any other guy since my birth, ugh…" She put her head lower, out of shame and embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I was so irresponsible, daddy."

Raito looked at Neon with suspicious eyes. The Neon he raised, he knew her well enough. She never said sorry. She was brave, and even if being brave meant sticking up to all her mistakes, not accepting anything other people say of her about the wrong of her mistakes and actions. That girl in front of him—no matter how similar she was with Neon—couldn't be Neon, he thought. But even though he was still shaken up in shock, he placed a hand on top of Neon's head. "It's okay, Neon."

Neon stared back up at her dad. She was surprised he just accepted it like it was really nothing much. "So what now, daddy?" she asked. She was curious and worried at the same time. If she couldn't do her predictions, she can't just sulk around. Her dad was already doing so.

Raito sighed. In truth, he had also been thinking of that for quite a while now. What now. What to do next? What now, Raito? What about your climbing-the-tower crap? He looked at Neon with sad, almost had given upeyes.

"I guess we only have one last thing to do, Neon. Maybe there's one more chance."

Neon raised an eyebrow, apparently not understanding what her father had told her. "What chance, daddy?" Neon felt the air around the already moody room tense as Raito looked at her with knitted eyebrows and a very serious visage.

"We look for Crystal."