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WARNING: I will repeat that only the Yinyang pair is an official pair here. Kurapika's going to be in a small R. Harem and I had yet to choose, really. Help me choose after I introduce all the men lol. This chap's dedicated to the Eye Pair though! :)

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DISCLAIMER: I WISH I own Hunter X Hunter



CHAPTER 4: Sabotage…?

NOSTRADE MANSION

"She's late." A boy with unusual light hair muttered in irritation as he slumped back on the living room sofa. He extended his arms and crossed his legs lazily and he was oozing with impatience. He was in the living room adjacent his bedroom. It was basically his own personal guest room and this was where he studied with a certain 'Ice Princess'. Usually alone though, so he was especially irritated his two body guards were there to annoy the hell out of him.

It was Vaise, who chuckled, but Banshou who actually spoke with that ANNOYING grin on his face. "Saa.. don't be so harsh. You're the one who suddenly announced the change of time just because you were jealous."

He twitched.

Shalnark slipped that he was going to speak with her right after class. Probably to 'ask her out'. Knowing Shalnark, Neon was never really sure if he was just messing around.

Joke or no Joke, Neon told himself he was not jealous.

"I am not." He repeated, and the two guards knew he was convincing himself for the most part.

"Sure you aren't." Banshou shrugged but before Neon could retaliate, someone had already knocked the door.

"Neon-bocchama." A female voice said politely, probably one of the maids. "Kurapika-sama had arrived."

"Let her in." He said coolly, unconsciously arranging his already impeccable tie. This made the other two grin even more widely, but this time he did not notice them at all.

"Sorry I'm late." She said, looking as immaculate as ever.

"Good that you know." He replied his hand waving for her to sit down on the table on the room's corner, and that they start immediately. It was then that he looked at the other two and sent them the 'leave me alone now' look. The two looked at each other knowingly and bid their polite goodbyes.

"So… what is this advanced subject that you want to study?" Kurapika asked as soon as she sat down on the table beside him.

"Genetics." He answered. Of course he'd been ready, even if he had no interest whatsoever with the subject.

"I see." She said and looked at the book already there. "Is this the material?"

"Yeah."

She opened it up and he could see that her brain was processing things a million miles per hour. Neon found himself staring at her while she was so concentrated at something else… again. A minute or so after looking and analyzing the table of contents she stared at him. "Which part?"

"The… one with the… orang-utans and monkeys and… how they're developed."

"You mean evolution?"

"Y-Yeah, that."

"Hmmn… this is kind of a broad subject. An overview, I suppose, would be that species have their own genetic pools which are the collection of traits a species could have." She paused. "Do you already know this?"

She probably saw the blank, bored, expression on his face. "…no."

She stared at him, but in the end she just shrugged and continued with her overview. Neon somehow felt she was… what? Rushing? If he didn't know better, Neon would say the cool Kurapika was anxious.

After a while of trying to figure out whether or not she was, he was pulled out eventually out of his daze. "…beings evolve to survive, otherwise their species would go instinct, and this happened a lot of times in the past. And as we all know, the latest mass extinction was caused by the Great Fire..." Kurapika read out loud and then looked at him abruptly.

"So, what part do you want me to focus on?"

Neon gulped. "T-That's already fine, thank you." He said and she blinked.

"…are you certain?"

"Yeah. This session is finished." Was all he could say. He was really about to invite her to eat dinner with the pretence of his 'father' wanting to chat more with his son's tutor.

"I see." She paused analytically, and paused, and then looked at the clock with an unfathomable expression that made his heart skip a disconcerting beat. And for the right reasons, too…

"This is our last session, by the way, Neon."

.

"What?" Did he really hear that?

"…"

"What do you mean by 'last session'?" He repeated, just in case. But, still, he could feel it—his insides heating up, almost as if it was boiling.

"…I, well… I already told your father I'll be quitting." Kurapika said, but he couldn't tell how nonchalant she was. His vision of rationality was blurring. He glared at her, no longer knowing how to control his anger.

"Without prior notice to the person you're actually tutoring?"

"I will tell you anyway, and in the end… I will quit no matter which one of you I tell first."

"Why tell him first then?"

"Because you'll go against it."

"O-Of course I will, you're my tutor!" He said, gritting his teeth, but then found himself holding back by instinct. "Only because of that. Nothing else."

"Of course." Kurapika said slowly. "I just thought I'll be let go more easily if I tell your father first. I'm sorry for offending you."

They only stared at each other for a while, and Kurapika felt like gulping at the sight of Neon. He was red with anger, she knew, and she was well-aware that it wasn't just because this incident hit his pride.

She knew, albeit he wouldn't admit it, that he thought of her as a precious friend as well. But before she could speak to soften up their goodbyes, he glared at her prior to acting composed.

"For formalities' sake, why are you quitting? Did someone else offer you a higher salary?"

"No." His eyes widened.

"Then, why?" He asked sincerely, but once again his habits made him hold back. He made himself look at her with a scorn. "I order you to tell me."

And with that, she frowned. She hated it when anyone tried to order her around—even him. And despite openly stating he looked down on her, she came to understand with time (and some hopeful ponderings) that it wasn't really what he meant. His actions usually showed otherwise.

But in the end, knowing well (sort of) what he was doing with himself, she only sighed. "I'm no longer a servant here, Neon, you can no longer order me around."

And he stared at her, and she did not flinch. Why are you still here, then? He asked, no longer knowing what she was waiting for. Normally people would leave by this time, correct? Especially under this tension…

"Neon." She called and he unconsciously slumped. He glared at the table without looking at her.

"At least tell me why you're leaving."

After some silence, she finally spoke with a rather unusual tone for her. "I'll be joining a club, Neon." And naturally, he stared at her as if she was joking—which was an even odder look as Kurapika never joked.

"A club?"

"Hai." Kurapika said monotonously and continued before he could speak. "It is my personal decision, Neon. Don't worry. It has nothing to do with you, or the salary you give me."

"I see." He muttered and looked away. At that moment there was one thought inside his head: He needed to be alone. "Why are you still here then?"

"I just thought I should extend spending time with you like this." His eyes widened but she already had her back on him before he could reply. "I guess the feeling wasn't mutual.

"See you at school... Neon."

And she left, just like that…

…leaving a pink-haired bocchama to dream of how the Ice Princess he had grown attached to became his tutor in the first place.

Two years ago

A very expensive-looking limousine passed by a smooth asphalt road. It was given the view of a rural environment on both sides, even when it wasn't really a provincial area at all. After all, it was fairly near the city, but their destination was a very exclusive institution… and apparently, they showed it by isolating it from dense areas. And indeed—there were, literally, no signs of 'modernity' nearby.

Cerulean orbs watched the surroundings passively as his car passed by the length of plains and trees and grasslands. He even saw a few goats and cows and tons of birds flying around. If he didn't have an odd collection and a taste for dead things, he'd probably think it was a beautiful scene.

Soon, the vehicle stopped in front of an extraordinarily ornate gate adjoining a new territory from the one they just passed. After the driver introduced the owner of the car, the guards flinched and let them in in a scurry.

The drop off was fairly nice and surrounded by vegetation. A lot of cars were there and he saw a few heading to the designated parking lots nearby. Clack, he turned to his door which slowly opened by Banshou, and soon he went down himself.

Neon Nostrade stared at his new school only for an instant as he knew it was unsightly to ogle. Something like this normally wouldn't make him ogle (his weird liking ensured that) but this was, after all, the very first school he had been to so he'll make a slight exemption.

He walked inside rather confidently, followed by Vaise and Banshou. And soon they reached yet another gate, one only pedestrians could enter. And the vegetation and the decorations only increased from then on.

But then, he reached a point where his straight path was blocked by three boys. They all had amusingly different hair colors. Neon spent a millisecond to see that he could avoid them but that would take a quarter of a dozen steps, which was too much. So, he frowned and stared at the three boys. "Move."

"What the—" One turned around and the other two just frowned. Neon never did quite perceive the frowns—he never did. Whatever the expression of the others, he always got what she wanted so they never mattered.

"I said Move." He repeated. But they only stood there. Neon mused begrudgingly that they probably didn't hear.

"What if we don't want to? Who the hell do you think you're talking to?"

Neon stared and then frowned, letting a few veins pop without restraint. "Who do you think you're talking to?"

The leader scoffed. "Some child of some rich family? Well guess what, kid, we all are." For a moment there the guards expected Neon to wear a flabbergasted face. But he was wearing that pre-tantrum frown of his. Vaise quickly intervened and stepped closer to the kids.

"Excuse us and Nostrade-sama." And their eyes widened and stepped back. Neon let out a pompous 'hmph!' and walked passed them.

"That should teach them a lesson." Neon even said as they walked to the auditorium. Banshou shook his head and warned him. "Everyone here are from noble families. You better not make enemies out of them."

"Che. But most of their money was thanks to my father. And my Father's powerful because of me."

"Well, that's true, but—"

"Shut up, Banshou." And he tilted his head the other way. "You too, Vaise." And the two guards stared at each other and sighed.

"Very well, bocchama."

The three boys stared at the other three with a mix of surprise and annoyance. Their leader, an above-average looking boy with a military haircut glared. "How dare he?! He'll pay for—"

"What?" His blonde crony cut him off. "I can't do that! His father was my dad's biggest business partner!"

"Mine too!" The guy with the red hair agreed vehemently, making the alpha-boy frown at his friends.

"Well, mine is not connected to them at all." He muttered and then smirked proudly. "In case you two forgot, your families are also connected to mine. Besides it's not like we'll publicly make an enemy of him."

The two gulped before staring at each other and then looked at their alpha-friend seriously. "H-How do you plan on doing it?"

And the boy grinned knowingly, gesturing for them to come closer. "Here's the plan…"

In the auditorium, Neon looked around. He was impressed with the hall, and rightfully so. But as he was instructed to follow a line, he refused. There was something thoroughly unlikable with being 'instructed'. He looked for a seat with a nice view and pointed on it. "I want to sit there." He said.

"B…But Neon-sama." It was the instructing faculty. "It's for the student representative."

"I don't care."

The poor faculty member started to sweat and was looking for help when she realized the two guards had already left her with the bocchama a while back. She gulped and didn't quite know how to handle the situation. After all, she was new here and she was very much informed about a certain very very important student. It would be very disastrous if she failed on handling this nicely—

"It's fine, Ms. Lee." They turned to whoever it was, the faculty breathed in relief, while Neon remained impassive. It was a boy with honey-brown hair. "He could take my seat, I'll be seating in front for half the program anyway."

"A-Are you sure Shalnark-kun?"

"Of course." He smiled and looked at Neon, customarily extending his hand. "You must be the Nostrade heir. Sharlnark Hugh. Nice to meet you."

"Ah."

Neon liked this guy already.

The next show of power was during homeroom. "I want that seat." He said again, pointing at the seat in the middle.

After all, Neon liked being in the middle.

And so, he turned his sights back to the professor and ignored everyone else… except maybe Shalnark and… who was that? He mused. There was an eye catching girl just standing there by the window and reading a book as if nothing was happening.

She didn't seem to care about him and so he told himself he shouldn't care about her, subsequently returning his stern I-will-not-accept-no-for-an-answer look at his homeroom teacher.

The blonde teacher only smiled that usual (friendly but creepy at the same time) smile of his. "As you wish."

Professor Pariston, was it? He liked this teacher already.

And then lunch came and he, along with Shalnark and a few fangirls, went to the canteen. The canteen was nice, too. There were ample tables and one side was of curtain walls which oddly complemented the more classical look of the place. He caught a glimpse of the table closest to the windows and overlooking the open lawn which, he noted, also had a few students lounging around.

He went back to surveying the interior and pointed at a table. "I want that table."

"But, Neon-bocchama."

"No, buts. I want that." He said and his eyes caught glimpse of that same blonde classmate who was then eating alone and seemingly oblivious to the ogles she was getting—yes, she was getting ogles despite his presence on an area nearby. Disgusting he mused at the other men and told himself he was not like them, so he looked away.

She ignored everything and just casually sat on some corner table no one was sitting on. He shook away the imminent gape and stared at his guards. "Make that spot mine."

Vaise used her charms to get the students to change seats. Neon nodded in assent, and his three friends shrugged and joined him.

They were already eating. The four of them taking two tables (one was, again, courtesy of Vaise) while the two guards ate on an adjacent table. The two girls had bentos with small amounts of rice but the viands were plenty albeit also in small quantities. Shalnark looked like he's a food-maniac with three times as much food as the two girls' combined, while his was pretty normal in amount but the ingredients were beyond top class.

As they ate, he saw (with his uncaring peripheral view) some students holding an interesting piece of bread. His eyes wandered a bit and saw that there was a long line for it. He frowned. "I don't get it. Why would kids of such high status line up for bread?"

"It tastes good, apparently, according to the upperclassmen. Freshmen are trying it out." Shalnark said and then ate his large shrimp. "Apparently, the ingredients were a special type of Melon that was very expensive so the supply was limited."

Bansho whistled. "It must taste that good, then, for rich kids to line up." The girls nodded in assent and curiosity, while Neon… after staring at the line for a few seconds..., frowned.

"I'm not like them." He stated proudly, making the others stare. They were thinking (hopefully) that he meant he wasn't like them in the sense that he didn't like bread.

Apparently, they were wrong.

"I'm not like them." Neon repeated. "I would not line up."

And they flinched.

"O-Oi. Neon-bocchama!" The two guards immediately stood up to follow him. The two random fangirls they were eating with fret like the ladies that they were, while Shalnark continued eating and decided to just watch the show.

Neon ignored the stares of 3 other dozen people in the line and went straight to the cashier. "I want one."

"Please line up, Sir."

"Do you not know who I am?"

"But, Sir—"

"I am a Nostrade. If you don't want to get fired, you will give me one." He looked at the people in the line. "Does anyone disagree with me?"

And no one did.

And like that—along with the stories of his earlier demands—he managed to make himself known as one of the most spoiled students the face of the school had ever seen.


A week passed and his glorious existence had been widespread around the school. He was surrounded by Shalnark and about half-a-dozen girls with others ogling at them either admiringly or enviously or both. It was lunch break then and right on cue, upperclassmen arrived and invited him and Shalnark for lunch as they did during the past few days.

They could now eat on the 'Popular Lawn' which they found out the 2nd day of classes as upperclassmen invited them, being in very noteworthy family even in such a school. As he exited the room, with the girls bidding their 'see you next period's, he caught glimpse of his odd classmate—still that abnormally-attention prone above-average looking blonde. She was then walking somewhere orthogonal to their path… and opposite to the canteen.

He wondered where she was eating her lunch.

But he quickly shook the thought of thinking it was none of his business and just continued chatting with his new rich friends (whose names he couldn't remember). But then he excused himself, telling them he'll talk to his guards for a few minutes and he slowed down his steps and his guards were soon walking along side him.

"Did you see that blonde?" They nodded. "Who was she and why was she not fawning at me?"

"Kurapika Walker." Vaise whispered, having researched all people he could come in contact with. "She's a scholarship student." Banshou nodded and grinned in interest.

"I hear she tied with Shalnark but as the only scholarship student, they couldn't make her give the speech—she might say something out-of-context or naïve of the 'social knowledge' everyone else were trained."

"So she's poor then." He said monotonously, and frowned. "No reason to interact with her then."

"Disappointed?"

His eyes twitched. "No."

"You sure?" He looked at Banshou questioningly. He did not like that face. "You seem like you want to."

And seeing this annoying guard of his wouldn't stop with that grin, he glared. "Shut up Banshou." And he just hastened his pace.

Time passed by that day with Neon still liking the attention and the distractions from thoughts about that mysterious blonde (and meagre) girl. Physical Education was the next subject, apparently, and the class went to their respective dressing areas.

The area was pleasantly private as they were all given their own cubicles. He took his ivory black cycling shorts and shirt of epically high-grade cotton and went outside. He took a look at himself and marvelled at how nice he looked before finally going outside. He shook away that feeling that something was wrong. He walked outside and recalled he made his guards wait at the gym, since he'll be accompanied by many from the dressing area to there, anyway. Shalnark had a different class that time though so he was surrounded by fans. Those three guys from his first day were even there humbly standing behind him. They became his fans, too.

From the room to the gym, he could tell he was being stared at… as usual, so he didn't think much of it. But eventually, he segregated from the group and just walked around to find his guards. At first and automatically because he probably looked good… not to be narcissistic but he did have a beautiful face and a beautiful body. The girls were blushing as they stared after all. What he didn't get were some of the guys' reactions.

Was it his imagination or… were they laughing?

He turned around and saw that even more people were looking at him even more oddly. It was then that, amongst the crowd, someone caught his attention. It was Kurapika wearing an uncharacteristically wide pair of eyes. Suddenly, he felt bare and embarrassed, with that pride suddenly pushed to be a small part of his current thoughts. But to his further dismay, she turned around looking disgusted and he willed himself to continue walking. But then, all of a sudden—

Someone laughed out loud.

He found himself walking faster to an isolated area keeping his growing blush at bay. He didn't like this feeling—not at all! He felt helpless (where were his guards) and humiliated. And what was even more disconcerting was the fact that, when that girl finally showed some emotion, it was that and that face was etched inside his head.

But then—just when he was on the verge of screaming—someone called his name. It was an unfamiliar voice but it sounded rather pretty…

"Here." He blinked when he realized who it was (and that he was staring). Kurapika had appeared out of nowhere and held up a jersey.

"What is this for?" He asked with as much composure as he could and she pointed behind him. Reluctantly, he took a glimpse, partly just relieved she wasn't looking disgusted for who knew wh—

His eyes widened immediately at what he saw and he felt like fainting.

His shorts… It had a large hole in it.

He had never been so humiliated in his life.

Eventually, his sanity came back—and it couldn't afford to stay away for long as he wasn't alone and he couldn't quite afford to shame himself.

"How did this happen?!" He yelled to no one in particular as he tied his jersey for some more 'privacy'. Kurapika shrugged, "The garter used for our uniforms are top class. Someone must have sabotaged you or something."

"W-What? Who would da—"

"These three did." They turned to where the sound came from. It was Bansho and Vaise. He was about to nag them for being MIA when he realized they were carrying three boys. It was those same students he asked to move and were the people behind him that day.

"YOU!" He gritted his teeth, his face were red with anger. "You did this?!" And breathed in. "I'll make sure your whole clans will pay for th—"

"NEON." He was cut off by a feminine but highly authoritative voice behind him. He stared at Kurapika and she sighed before stepping closer. She took out something from her pocket and gave it to him. "Have this."

"What's this?" He could see what it was, he wasn't blind, but—

"You need to calm down."

"How could this calm me down?" He asked when he was fully aware he already was starting to calm… for some reason. She did not flinch.

"Didn't you like melon bread?"

The next day, he received token of apologies from the three clans and they were of business scale making his father a very happy and richer man… thanks to him, again.

But that day, there was one thing he told himself he ought to do.

He and his two guards skipped lunch with the popular kids and followed Kurapika. To his companion's surprise, though, she noticed them. Or maybe she already knew they were following, she just didn't say when there were people around—just as she wasn't oblivious as she was just good at ignoring everyone's stares.

And that she was actually paying attention sometimes…

"What is it?" She asked and Neon was pushed to her by his two very impertinent body guards. He glared at them mentally before putting up his tough front and handed her a box.

"Here." He said stingily. "I've bought you a new one."

She blinked and opened the box in front of him. He had no idea why he was so nervous. "The old jersey was fine."

"A person of my standing can't exactly have that." Neon said, "And as an actual token of gratitude…, I'll allow you to be my tutor. Your pay will be thrice the allowance the school pays."

Her eyes widened slightly and he blushed.

"I-It's not like I think you're my f-friend or anything." He added by reflex. "It's a reward for saving me, t-that's all!"

"I see…"

And she smiled.

He could have sworn he melted for the first time that day.

/End of Flashback/

BACKYARD, Present

Neon stood suspiciously behind a wall as he stealthily moved around, as he thought Kurapika went somewhere there. A week (he had to compose himself) had passed since she resigned and his eyebags were already evident. Bansho never failed reminding him. At least Vaise was glorious enough to add some make-up to hide it.

That damned flashback, he mused in annoyance, made him lose precious sleep for consecutive nights straight. Two years had passed since they met and it passed by quickly, hadn't it? He changed a lot since then, for the better, albeit he probably wouldn't admit the reason why.

In any case, Neon was certain he would bring her back. He needed a decent tutor, after all. No matter what the cost.

Even if he had to sabotage her precious "club"

And so… there they were trying to know more about this monstrosity that made Kurapika leave her post.

They were ample distance then with binoculars helping them spy. For some reason his guards said he shouldn't try as he couldn't hide his presence yet, something called 'In' or whatever.

"She's in her usual Lunch spot with the two freshmen she was called to the office with. There's a new kid though, a blonde. She's cute."

"They're just sitting there—" When he was cut off he looked at his two guards. Their mouths were open and they were frozen. "Whoa! What a kick!"

"That silver-head's unbelievably agile…"

"W-Why? What happened?" He asked while gesturing to grab Banshou's binocular. His hand was slapped away though. "OI!"

"No. They'll probably sense us."

"What? How would that be possible?!"

And when he finally took a look, he flinched instantaneously—the four heads turned to their direction. Them who were probably a hundred meters away!

But what was creepier? That new girl narrowed her eyes and friggin' ran to them.

"W-WHA!"

"Shit!"

"We should go!" Banshou yelled. "That chick is creepy—!"

But then they heard a tap and a gust of wind—indicating the window opened. "I assure you, I'm very adorable."

And they all screamed in terror.

The three sat in Seiza position as the scary kid walked in front of them to-and-fro after hitting them all or screaming in 'out-of-context and extremely rude' yell of fear. Soon enough, the other three arrived.

A certain not-as-terrifying blonde batted an eyelid at the sight of them. "Bashou? Vaise?" She paused. "Neon?"

"Who're they, Kurapika?"

"A… classmate and his guards."

The smaller blonde looked at the two groups alternatively and stared at her team, holding up a hand. The spies only stared at her in puzzlement (and perhaps flinched slightly in fear she might do something, how rude of them) while her kids did what they were taught to—and they focused their life force on their eyes to see the message.

They could all use 'Nen', put your guards up.

And simultaneously everyone (the two guards pulled Neon back and went on a fighting stance) but Neon put their guards up—using impressive 'Ten' in the process.

Well, again, except for Neon. He had no idea why the atmosphere felt really, really heavy—and not just because of the people's expression. Heck, he could feel himself weakening. Kurapika noticed this immediately and stopped.

"Wait!" She said and everyone else did the same.

And everyone stared at Neon, making him feel a little too vulnerable. Banshou and Vaise never moved but also let down their guards. "We mean no harm." Bansho said. "And Neon-sama can use a special nen ability—but nothing else."

"What is your reason for spying on us?" That was the younger blonde and she walked up to them with authority that didn't quite fit her petite figure.

"Master and we were curious as to what club made Miss Kurapika quit her job as a tutor." Vaise smiled.

Neon blushed several shades of red. "No, I was not!" Vaise's and the younger blonde's eyes met and that knowing smirk women wear climbed up their faces simultaneously.

"Interesting." She smiled. "Do you suppose you want to join our little club? Especially since you could use the training…"

"Eh? I thought we were especially chosen for this." That was Killua. Kurapika and Gon were watching in interest.

"I didn't receive any instructions why I, Bisuke-sama, the club advisor, can't add more members." Bisuke said sharply (obviously not in good terms with the silver-head) before shifting her gaze at Neon, chuckling.

"So, kid, I'll repeat—You want to join or not?"

"He will!" Bansho said and Vaise grinned in agreement. Neon's eyes widened immediately.

"What?! No I'm no—"

But then Kurapika smiled. "It would have been nice if you did though." Was all she had to say before poof! Ending the sabotage plan just like that.

And… that was how the Hunter Club found its fourth member.

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END OF CHAPTER 4

Coming Soon:
CHAPTER 5: Chains – Part I


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