Disclaimer: I do not own Hana Yori Dango.  Characters are also not by my creation.  The only thing I own is this made up fiction with borrowed characters from HYD. 

Prologue

"She's beautiful. Her large, almond shaped eyes are sparkling with humour while her mouth is twitching with laughter. The soft moonlight shining on her angelic features and windblown hair makes her look fragile and almost ethereal in her flowing white dress." Robert Evans spoke with wonder and awe in his eyes.

"Yes, but what impresses me most is her flow of energy. Despite her look of gentleness, it is her vibrancy and energy that strikes me. She seems full of life and joy as she sits on the swing, laughing at the antics of her dog and its ball. Bliss and content seems to emanate from her very being, relegating all else to the background." Jill Evans, his round and jovial wife, added admiringly.

"While the starry night and playful dog fades into the background, they compliment her state of bliss and peacefulness. This is a truly beautiful piece of art. I must have it, my dear." Robert declared while still staring at the art piece in the gallery.

"It truly is beautiful.  However, it is by Doumyouji Tsukasa. The only thing that precedes his fame and talent is money. His art pieces are exorbitant, going by the millions. Ever since his accident, the prices of his remaining art pieces escalated by many folds, how are we going to afford this, darling?" Jill reminded her husband, an avid collector of art, whose passion is sadly not paralleled by his wealth.

"How can art ever be measured by money? Wealthy people who buy them, sometimes, never take a second glance at them. To them, this is merely a trophy to flaunt their wealth. I'm glad I managed to purchase a few pieces of Doumyouji's art when he was still a struggling artist, unappreciated by the rich and mighty." Robert replied indignantly, "The heavens must be jealous of his talents, to so deprive him of his sight. What can be more shattering to an artist than being in eternal darkness?

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Chapter One: Dark Abyss

"Tsukasa, please! This is the seventh time your personal nurse resigned!" pleaded Tsukas's sister, Tsubaki, with tears brimming in her eyes, "Stop drinking will you?  Where's the self assured and carefree Tsukasa of the past?"

Tsukasa was lying with his legs sprawled across the sofa, drinking from the bottle as if there was nothing else for him in the world.  His jaw was unshaved, his long hair unkempt and a foul smell of vomit mixed with alcohol emanated from him.  He looked and smelled like a drunken sailor on the streets. 

Tsubaki's heart broke, seeing her beloved brother in this pathetic state, but was powerless to help him in any way.  She had advised, encouraged, pleaded, cajoled and even threatened him with physical abuse, but nothing, nothing worked.  Nothing reached him. It was as if he had already shut himself off from the world around him, cutting off nearly all remaining ties he had in this living world.  Other than her, his only kin, he had barred all his friends from visiting, including his childhood mates, the Flower 3, each individually talented in their own rights.  He could no longer see, and he no longer wanted to feel either.  He was always drinking himself into oblivion since the accident robbed him of his sight.  He's become less than a tenth of the man he was.

Tsukasa continued to drink his brandy, ignoring his sister's pleas.  Life is joke, a cruel practical joke.  Where was the Tsukasa of the past? Where indeed? Where had his self assurance and arrogant swagger gone to?  Crushed and shattered, just as his sight had been lost in the car accident.  Life is so unfair.  Why him?  He, Doumyouji Tsukasa, is a talented, world renowned artist.  His art pieces were well sought after by many, and were all priced in the millions.  Why was he the one blinded in the accident?  Why not the reckless son of a bitch who swerved into his lane and hit his car?

Bitter thoughts such as these filled Tsukasa's mind as he drank himself into oblivion everyday. He was in a morose and sullen mood today, choosing to ignore everyone and drown himself in his own misery and bitterness.  Other days, he lashed out at whoever was around, making himself an unbearable ogre who was detestable to all but his sister who still cared and cried for his loss.  His previous seven personal nurses had all left after being verbally and sometimes physically abused by him.  No suits of abuse had been filed against him however, as they had either sympathized with his plight or were bought off with money by Tsubaki.

Tsubaki looked at her brother in pain.  Although, he had always remained sullen and refused to really speak to her except for screaming at her to get lost on occasions, she could feel his agony and helplessness.  She was a musician, and music was her passion in life, just as art was his.  The loss of his sight didn't just cripple him physically, it robbed him of his meaning and self worth in life.  Silently, without any more words, Tsubaki walked out of the house in despair.  Until Tsukasa can take things in his stride and walk out of the darkness, there was nothing she can do or say to help him.  She could only advertise for another nurse again, for the eighth time.  Alternatively, she could also move in and take care of Tsukasa herself, but she really couldn't bear to face him and his dark moods all day.  She was afraid that even she would one day give up on him, and leave him alone in his dark abyss.