A/N: Hi people. A new story with a completely new plotline and all the goodness that comes along with it. Okay I should really stop writing fics with Kise as a main character but I just love him so much. Anyway on with the show.

-Prologue-
The beginning of the End

The first time he notices anything strange is during the quarterfinals match again Touou. Aomine has always been fast enough for spectators not used to the phenomenon to see the scoring prodigy as a distorted blur when he reaches top speed but Kise had never experienced the feeling before then. It had only been brief, a second of blurred distortion where the navy-haired males limbs had appeared at funny angles his face blurred beyond recognition. But it had been enough to leave the blond swaying slightly eyes wide as his opponent shot past at top speed. Even if it only took a moment for him to forget all about it blaming the strange phenomena on tiredness and give chase intercepting Aomine underneath the basket. He's so close to perfecting the copy, there's no point in making a scene that could end his match.

Kasamatsu and Coach Takeuchi confront him about the incident in the locker room after the game. He brushes it off with ease despite the pairs consistent pestering. Internally he makes some bitter remark about how ironic Kasamatsu-sempai pestering him is but doesn't voice it. A kick to the lower back hadn't possessed any appeal at the time. Now looking back on it maybe he should have made the jibe while the team wasn't walking on eggshells around him. At least it feels that way, now that the diagnosis has been made.

The second time it happens is a week later at Saturday afternoon practice. He's facing off against Nakamura in a one-on-one practicing his ability to take on defensive specialists when the sensation hits. The ball slips from his grasp bouncing away into the darkest corner of the gym while he just stands there world blurring and twisting around him before clarity returns. A brief mumbled apology to Nakamura follows before the ace darts away retrieving the ball and the pair resumes the game. Kise yet again brushes the incident to the side blaming it on tiredness left over from a modelling gig running overtime the night before. Kasamatsu had evidently not been convinced though. The third-year having left practice unusually swiftly ignoring the blond entirely, it's his socially inept way if telling the ace to take a hint. In hindsight, take hints from the captain, they usually know what they're doing. Even if this whole mess was unavoidable catching the condition early as possible meant one could slow down the progression sooner.

The final time it happens before his father decides to drag him off to the doctor kicking and screaming like a bratty five-year-old is only a day after the second incident. He'd just stepped out of the bathroom after a brief shower before going to bed unusually early thanks to a long day of modelling when it hit. Elegantly long, pale fingers grip the door tightly as he waits for the world to return to focus. The strange distortion of shapes only lasts for moment and most of the blurriness dissipates as well but this time there's a spot in the centre of his vision remaining behind. He closes one eye at a time in an attempt to remove the blur but it doesn't move stubbornly staying put in the centre of his vision. His father only figures out something's up when he walks into the kitchen doorframe an hour later in the process of getting a glass of water.

"Ryouta, is something wrong?" His father's voice is a smooth, soothing, light baritone perfect for the gentle and caring man he is. Kise doesn't know how he would live without him really. Since his mother had left with his two older sisters when he was all of about 3 it had just been him and his Dad resulting in the pair having an unusually close father-son relationship despite each having a busy schedule.

"I'm fine, really Dad." The words come out whiny and insistent like he's trying to hide something not confident like he'd intended. His father's honey brown eyes harden at that harsh glint hidden in their warm depths. Kise, Mamoru knew exactly when his son was hiding something, they'd been through enough together over the years to recognise each other's ticks. Now he just had to get to the bottom of it.

"I don't think so." A comforting hand on the shoulder and a gentle direction towards the couch leads Kise away from the kitchen before he's forced down into the soft white-furniture. Mamoru sinks down beside his son staring the sixteen-year-old straight in the eye. They're basically the same height incredibly tall for those of Japanese origin but then again American blood runs somewhere in their veins resulting in light hair and tall frames.

"I'm fine, really, I promise." Kise's voice begins to falter cracking slightly at the end. He looked down at his hands vision blurring even more thanks to the tears slowly beginning to trickle down his cheeks catching in his collarbone before falling to the couch staining the pristine fabric grey. A large hand runs gently through golden-blond hair in a comforting gesture gently ruffling the silky strands. Honey meets gold as Mamoru regards his son with a critical gaze swiping hair out of the teen's eyes.

"Talk to me Ryouta, there's no point in hiding. Something's obviously worrying you." Mamoru's voice is barely above a whisper continuing to run gentle fingers through mussed blond hair. The middle-aged man nearly chuckles to himself. If any of Kise's plethora of fangirls were to see him like this, curled into himself hair a tangled dishevelled mess, real, honest tears dripping soundlessly down his cheeks, eyes completely unfocused darting from one focus point to another in distress.

"Something's wrong with my eyes." Kise's usually obnoxiously loud voice is barely above a whisper words slightly jumbled. Mamoru continues the soothing gesture of running his fingers through the boy's hair humming a soft tune he once sung to Kise soon after his wife had left. The older however, has trouble hiding his distress at the teen's comment. Sight problems ran along his side of the gamily though hadn't appear in the last couple of generations.

"As in?" Mamoru presses eyes boring into the young blond with ease. Kise shivers slightly curling into himself further clutching his knees to his chest.
"Blurry." Is all he managers to murmur staring off at a point on the wall past his father's shoulder.
"Hmm…? Anything else." Mamoru continues to delve for information. The more he knows before dragging Kise to the ophthalmologist the better. Being a doctor specialising in paediatrics also leads him to a suspicion. Not many eye conditions can become apparent in teenagers and he's very aware that one of the worse runs down the bloodline.

"Occasionally things look like they're bent or distorted or something." Kise responds brushing the tears from his eyes finally making eye-contact with the elder man.
"Okay, I need to get you an appointment with a specialist. No basketball or anything else crazy till we know what's going on. 'Kay?" The blond nodded uncurling himself and moving to stand.
"I'm going to bed." He leaves Mamoru alone with his thoughts retreating up the stairs before letting himself fall face first onto the futon. If more tears escape the corners of his eyes while he dreams no one will know. The prospect of loosing his sight hurts. It would scare anyone…right?

It's a week later that Kise finds himself in the waiting room of an eye clinic. The wall behind the reception desk was painted a bright cyan large stylized eye drawn on it the words Tokyo eye clinic written beneath in both Japanese and English. Otherwise the walls are painted a pleasant, unoffending cream the carpet a comforting smoky grey. A cream rug sits beneath a glass coffee table covered in various magazines and tabloids. Mamoru sits beside him running a hand irritably through golden brown hair strands curling just beneath his ears from the summer humidity. Kise watches his father intently; the man grips the newspaper tightly enough for his knuckles to turn white small tears appearing in the pages, lips trained into a stern line. He's never seen his father like this before worried to death about him. No ones ever really worried about him before now. The sensation is strange.

Most of the people in the clinic are old, at least in Kise's teenaged eyes. Greying hair and papery, wrinkled skin are common features amongst the attendants. Some send him pitying glances whilst others gossip on the sides. A women with a young daughter sits in the chairs next to them attempting and failing to calm the child. There are a phew other younger people there as well but otherwise the atmosphere is almost depressing in nature despite the bright colours provided by the cyan wall and magazines littering the tables and racks.

"Kise, Ryouta-san." A young woman with just past shoulder length black hair calls his name. Kise stands following the women Mamoru tagging along just behind his son. She leads them into a room with a chair and large amounts of equipment he doesn't recognise lying around. He's instructed to sit in a large chair next to an oak-wood desk on one side of the room whilst Mamoru sinks into a chair on the other swiping a hand over his face as he does.

"I am Masato, Yui. I'm just going to be doing a basic vision check and putting some drops in your eyes in order to dilate your pupils before Dr. Hyouka will be seeing you." The woman bows cerulean blue eyes shining with knowledge. Kise nods absentmindedly taking more interest in observing the various instruments placed in his vicinity. None of them look to be too torturous, thankfully as he returns his attention back to Masato.

The next half hour is spent reading off various eye charts with each eye closed, trying to spot numbers made out of coloured blotches within a series of other coloured blotches and explaining the symptoms he'd been experiencing for the past couple of weeks. Masato just nodded along occasionally asking him to perform a test again or repeat one of the incidents in which his vision had become distorted. Eventually she instructs him to close his eyes. Masato forces each one open at a time squeezing a small drop of liquid into each before instructing Kise to blink.

The drops sting intensely and he whimpers slightly from the pain wiping excess solution from his eyes with a tissue. Masato just chuckles good naturedly smiling slightly at his reaction. Mamoru isn't much better gentle laugh echoing through the small room as he reaches across to ruffle the teens hair.

"Don't worry it often hurts the first time around." Masato says before standing straightening out her skirt in the process. "Dr. Hyouka will be with you momentarily."
"Thank you, Masato-san." Kise says just as the intern is about to leave the room.
"It's no problem Kise-kun." Her gentle voice floats back to the two males as the door closes leaving the pair alone. Neither talks, their both too afraid to bring up the others hope that everything will be okay only to have them broken down.

Ten minutes later a thin man in his mid thirties with shaggy black hair and warm caramel brown eyes enters the room. He wears black slacks and a crisply ironed cornflower blue business shirt beneath an open fronted lab coat. The ophthalmologist takes a seat before the oak desk before propelling himself to a spot before Kise on his wheelie chair dragging some strange contraption with a chinrest on it with him.

"Hello Kise-kun, My name is Dr. Hyouka Koushi and I will be seeing you through whatever this is assuming there is anything to worry about in the first place alright. " He smiles and Kise decides he likes the man instantly. He's warm and friendly nothing like he'd expected an experienced eye specialist his father had worked with before to be like. Kise smiles back though it doesn't quite reach his eyes taking the doctor's offered hand and shaking it politely before taking a nervous glance at the machine the doctor has positioned between himself and Kise.

"This is used to see your retina, the back of your eye in basic terms. If you could rest your chin on the bar there it would be appreciated, thanks Kise-kun." The blond does as told resting his chin on the padded bar in the middle of the machine only to be hit with a blindingly bright light. "Sorry, I forgot to warn you about the light." Hyouka chuckles good naturedly grapping a small magnifying glass from his desk and placing it in front of the light.

Then the room goes disturbingly silent. Neither Kise nor Mamoru dares to breath as Hyouka works tongue stuck out the left corner of his mouth in concentration caramel brown eyes staring into the magnifier intently. Mamoru twitches nervously in his chair craning his neck in an attempt to see what's going on. Kise just tries not to move a muscle staring back at Hyouka with as much intensity as possible face trained into a frown. He's been anxious for the past week since his sight had gone blurry permanently. The lack of ability to let off steam playing basketball wasn't helping either.

Five minutes later Hyouka sighs leaning away from the machine and dragging it back to a spot on the wall. He regards Kise calmly shooting the occasional glance at Mamoru. The elder Kise's hands are clasped together tightly knuckles white from the pressure. Hyouka isn't much better knuckles white bead of nervous sweat trickling down the side of his neck.

"I don't like telling people things like this, particularly those like you Kise-kun. This will certainly be the end of everything you currently know and love." The doctor takes a deep breath as if mentally preparing himself for whatever he is about to tell the pair sitting before him. Kise and Mamoru wear similar looks of cautious curiosity.
"Tell us Hyouka, no matter what it can be dealt with somehow." Mamoru nearly growls glaring down the younger doctor with ease.

"Stargardt's disease. Kise-kun will go blind eventually." Hyouka manages to breath out regarding the blond teen with an apologetic look in his eyes.
"No…" Kise trails off one look at his father telling him the man isn't lying.

A/N: MUAHAHA! Have fun with the cliffhanger. This idea has been pestering me for a while and I just had to write it. Also I am aware I have two other fics on the go as well and I plan to try and keep updating those as often as possible however I'm one of those people who needs to write whatever happens to come to mind. I'll try to update all three once a week but no guarantees.

Anyway please follow, favourite and review if you enjoyed I'm really hoping this story will do well as I am not just enjoying writing it but attempting to bring to light the difficult world living with a disability brings.

Thankyou
-Angel