A/N: So... what's with the peculiar title of the story?

Have you heard of "Silver Moon" Iris, a specie of iris flower with a very deep shade of purple? That was what came to my mind when I first thought of Clandestia's psychic eyes. So there it goes, Iris of the Silver Moon.

"Only in the darkness can you see the stars."

-Martin Luther King Jr.-

CHAPTER 2: AMETHYST

Kurapika could analyze strangers in just mere seconds. That was, unarguably, his unique talent. Even long before he became a blacklist Hunter, he was already an extraordinary perceptive being. From someone's appearance to their mannerisms or even possible bad habits, he would efficiently acquire the information and put it into use when needed. Yet, very few people actually left a personal impression on him. The few people that occupied his mind were limited to either the Phantom troupe, in a bad way of course, or his close friends back when he took the Hunter exam.

But at this moment, there appeared to be an exception.

In this bizarre rose-tinted chamber, leisurely sitting on their king-size bed, two teenage girls were quietly observing him. First, Neon, the young boss of the top mafia family- the Nostrades. There was nothing particular about her except that she's got a peculiar hobby of collecting body parts, which was the main reason why he's here for this job.

But there was another one; a girl around his age with long brown hair that contrasted with her pale skin and a pair of unusually purple eyes. The hue of her eyes was a strikingly vivid shade of purple that closely resembled amethyst.

Although he sensed no malice, there was something definitely unnerving about the way the slender young woman was looking at him. Under the soft rays of sunlight trickling through the windows, it felt like those glowing amethyst eyes were prying deep into his mind.

If this was a kind of personal impression he got from this girl, it was definitely a horrible one. Though it was unprofessional, he crudely broke eye contact and made no attempt to hide his discomfort. Strangely, the girl seemed to snap out of her trance. She showed a hint of confusion and bashfulness. Wasn't that an act? Now she puzzled him even more.

"Guys, you four will be guarding Lady Neon, 24/7," They heard Dalzollene instruct, and all four new bodyguards replied in unison, "Yes, Sir."

"Also, as instructed by Sir Light, you'll be in charge of Lady Neon's cousin, Miss Clandestia Ellis' safety for the time that she's here, too," Dalzollene added, which quickly turned everyone's attention to Clandestia.

With all eyes on her, Clandestia felt like a kid caught stealing candy, making her glance down towards her feet. She was practically gaping at that Kurapika guy, and it was an absolutely rude thing to do to a complete stranger.

What had gotten into her? The last thing she remembered was that she felt a sense of deja vu the moment their eyes clashed. His eyes had a vague resemblance to the pair of scarlet eyes she saw in her dream earlier. But she immediately dismissed her suspicion because the blonde clearly had black eyes. And she couldn't recall meeting him any time before. In fact, she was pretty sure they had never met before.

Clandestia frowned. She had no idea who this blonde was, so there would be only one possibility; the attraction of his emotional aura! Due to some strange abilities that were awakened since she was a child, Clandestia had extra-sensitive intuition and was practically an emotional magnet. She reacted stronger to people that hid intense emotions, both in good and bad ways. The first thing people notice about one another could be their appearance or manner. But in her case, the first thing she notices would be their invisible emotional aura. Like a moth drawn to the flames, her power was attracted to strong emotions. What she sensed in this blond bodyguard was a dark and vicious but at the same time, terribly forlorn aura. Although the ability was useful for her research in psychiatry and treating emotionally-ill patients, she never quite liked it.

It felt nasty prying into people's personal sentiments. When she really needed to use this ability, she always managed to keep it discreet from her patients/ research targets. Most of the time, it'd be quick enough that no one would notice anything peculiar from her and only comment that her eyes have a bit of a hypnotizing effect. This Kurapika guy was different, she felt like she was the one being hypnotized by his complex and intense aura instead. So she went into a trance and temporarily lost touch with the situation.

She cursed her own absurdity. Should she apologize? Absolutely not! It'd turn into a disaster if she tried that. So she pretended that nothing happened since she already freaked him out enough.

"Pleased to meet you all!" Clandestia exclaimed and put on her brightest smile acting like nothing awkward had happened, "-I hope you'll take good care of my cousin Neon."

"Yes, Lady Clandestia." All of the new bodyguards replied, except Kurapika.

Oh, so… the silent treatment? Clandestia thought. It was not that she was complaining, she deserved it anyway.

With the entire introductions done, the head bodyguard, Dalzollene, instructed them to get ready for the flight to Yorknew City. Clandestia sighed looking at their retreating backs and thought to herself; maybe it would be better to apologize to that blond-haired teenager later when she has a chance. Her thoughts were interrupted by Neon's scream of excitement, and the sounds of all the maids swiftly packing their belongings for the trip.

As both girls and the assortment of staff got into the prepared limousines and headed to the airport, the slender brunette settled into her musings and sighed internally, ah… What a long day!

The sun in early September was particularly bright, and Yorknew City was packed that day. The underground auction was the biggest event here every year, so there would be an overabundance of tourists and mafia families flocking to the city this time.

The Nostrades limousines stopped at Hotel Beitacle, a grand six-star hotel right in the City's center. Neon was practically skipping on her feet all the way to her hotel suite, her pink ponytail swinging back and forth merrily with each step. Clandestia smiled at the sight of her innocent sister-like cousin, and while the two cousins are only one year apart in age Clandestia always felt like a real big sister herself.

The Nostrade servants were busy handling the luggage, Neon's baggage alone weighing down the lot of them. Clandestia took a quick glance at the bodyguards that were following right behind them. Since the bodyguards are not considered servants by the Nostrade family, they are left free from handling minor errands like wrangling suitcases.

Kurapika was busy talking to Basho but the conversation didn't look to be very pleasing to the blond young man. The oddest thing was that Clandestia thought that she vaguely caught her name mentioned by one of the two, so she got a little curious and reflexively slowed her steps to eavesdrop carefully.

"Hey, was Lady Clandestia checking out on you earlier?" She heard Basho jokingly ask Kurapika and Clandestia almost choked on her own tongue in shock. What nonsense! Clandestia thought and immediately regretted overhearing them. She quickened her steps to catch up with Neon.

"I have enough of your nonsense". Kurapika said coldly.

"Hey. It was obvious," Basho retorted, humor filling his voice. "We saw her gaping at you back then."

"Cut it out," Kurapika said in a clearly annoyed voice. "It's not even funny."

"What's with those cold reactions?" Basho asked as he clicked his tongue, "that girl, she's quite a looker, isn't she?"

Annoyed with Basho, Kurapika strode ahead, leaving his bulky colleague behind.

He marched forward and was left blessedly unaware that one of his bosses was secretly mortified at the overheard exchange.