Disclaimer: I do not own HYD or any of its characters, because if I did I would be sipping a daquiri on the beach in the Bahamas swimming in my own filthy richness.

Chapter one: Where we last left off

The wind blew a little harder causing sending chills up everyone's spines leading to them clutching their coats a little closer to their bodies to fight off the cold intruder. Schoolgirls ran past the window arm in arm giggling whispering their secrets between each other. The suits ran back and forth across the streets running to their next job interview or business meeting. Mothers held onto their children's hands tightly dragging them from behind hurrying to make it home in time to have dinner prepared before their husbands got home.

A woman sat alone in the busy café staring blankly out the window with her chin resting on one hand and stirring her tea with the other watching all of this. She had long wavy brown hair that drooped down to her waist framing her petite frame. Today she had decided to let it all hang down her back instead of her more professional style of an up-do. She was dressed rather plainly but, she stood out from the normal customers in the café. She wore a silk cream colored knee length skirt with a pale pink top. The other customers hurrying to run in a grab a cup of coffee to go couldn't help but slow their steps upon walking by to capture this image of beauty. She didn't notice this one bit for she was lost in her own thoughts.

It was on rare days that's he would find herself in one of those moods, gripping with her present and past colliding with each other like great waves of the ocean. Her face was fixed, cold and expressionless. From far away some might have mistook her for an older woman with the hardened features of a face that held many stories of hardship and suffering more mature women gave off. It was only for her large brown doe like eyes that gave away her true youthful age. When the waitress walked over to ask if everything was satisfactory the woman's mask broke for a second to let out a little smile and a nod. Then once again her faced reverted to it's previous look.

My name is Makino Tsukushi. This year I am 22 years old as of exactly today. I know that when many people see me they would think I am much older than I look, but I take that as a compliment nowadays. My entire life I've always been mistaken for much younger, so it's good to have a change of pace. It's been 6 long years since I left Japan. It seems as nothing has changed since I left, like time stood still the day I left here, since I left them.

Suddenly, a group of girls dressed in yellow jackets and brown skirts, the uniform of Eitoku Gakuen, walked into the café signaling their entrance with a tinkle from the bell over the door. The girls walked right past her giving her little notice and took a table across from hers. She could hear their shrill voices bragging about the latest Prada or Porsche they had gotten heir parents to buy them.

Something's never change do they, Tsukushi laughed to herself. I still remember the days back when I was at Eitoku. It was ages ago, when I was a first year student struggling to get by. It was that year that everything changed forever.

The images played through her mind like watching a movie, only she the star of it. Running into the school's bully, the most obnoxious boy on the face of this planet . Being almost raped. Being red-tagged leading to brutal beatings and tricks by the to the other students. Being rejected by a first crush for his own first love. Betrayed by 'friends'. Her first kiss Finding her first love in a worst enemy. A crush that became her friend and later her rock. The two playboys who challenged her to constantly to see the world with open eyes. Fighting his family to stay together. Finally being free to love each other.

Her body quivered at the rush of memories. There were so many painful memories she had buried deep inside never wanting to open that door again. However, so many happy things had occurred that year to that she could not deny to herself or her heart. A smile curled up on her lips as she took another sip of her tea.

That first year at Eitoku was probably my finest moment, but at the same time the beginning of my downfall. I remember how I begged and pleaded Mama and Papa to just let me go to Eirin with Yuuki. Maybe if I had won that battle things wouldn't be the way they are now, but nothing can change the past. That first semester I just kept telling myself "Only two more years until I graduate and then I'll be free". Anonymity was all I had to stick to, but fate didn't intend that did it? Who knew that Eitoku would lock me into its world of the young, wealthy elite struggling to break free of its grasps. I was thrust into its world, as well as the world of the F4. Doumyouji Tsukasa. Hanazawa Rui. Nishikado Soujiro. Mimasaka Akira. Todou Shizuka. Ookawahara Shigeru. Doumyouji Tsubaki. Endou Makikko. Aoike Kazuya. Matsuoka Yuki. These were the people who would become my family and all of it would be shattered by one woman's whim. Doumyouji Kaede.

The name sent shivers up through her body. It was fresh in her mind the memory of that day, she laid eyes upon that evil woman.

She slapped Doumouji for saying I was the woman he loved. It was her mission to destroy us. It was by her doing that my family, Yuki's family, and Kazuya's family were slowly destroyed. For what? To keep a diseased weed out of her polished family. It was only under my friends' efforts were Doumyouji and I able to be free to love one another, but all along she knew things would never work out.

It wasn't until returning from that trip around the world with Doumouji did I discover my true self. Now that I think back, that first year we were together I wasn't myself. I was a lost confused child swimming against the tide giving up only to be swept away to drown deep into nothingness. It was the first year that shrouded my vision of the truth, but it was the second year that opened my eyes to the truth. I don't want to think about that first year, but of that second year. That is where my story begins and where we last left off..