R.S. : I've been working on this for a few months now and I'm hoping this will be one of the greatest stories I've ever written. I've chosen each thing to write and it's surprising how this came out, ya know? Anyways, this is Let's shout for love, originally named www dot the opposite of love dot com a.k.a L.O.V.E. The first three chapters are prologues based on each of three of the four brothers. One does not write one. I hope you do enjoy them. The first one up is Sora. His is completely depressing. Tell me what you think, k? Oh, by the way Leon's brother is an original character (the only one) and this story is mostly told in different POVs. enjoy.

-Rampaging Sorrow

Let's shout for love!

By: Rampaging Sorrow

Prologue 1: Sora's Story a.k.a. The therapy session

"I've heard one of my teachers say, "Love makes people truly happy. It's the greatest thing in the world"… That is one of the biggest fucking lies I have ever heard. If love makes people truly happy… why don't we have that? Why don't I feel it? I know I don't have love anymore; it's barely in my vocabulary.

"I stopped believing in love a long time ago. We used to be loved dearly… but there's no love for me and my brothers anymore. The only thing for us is a life of emptiness and misery. Pieces broken from our heart that will never be fixed again… At least, we think that.

"… It started off in one of the most horrifying cases that our town has ever seen. Where we lived was one of the best neighborhoods. We were the Brothers of Light; Cloud and I. Perfect Children. They thought that for so long and sadly, nobody knew what happened inside our house. Nobody saw what happened when the smiles faded beyond the closed door. It was like hell, but without the fire.

"Dad… he was an abusive drunk who came home only for the sole purpose to beat us to the point of gasping breath into our lungs. He was always that way. Poor mom, she never even had a chance to get out while she could still save herself. Daddy, on the outside, could make so many faces; nobody wanted to believe us when we told. They thought we were the bad ones and never stopped to look at the into his sick green eyes.

"He would strike my mother like she was a punching bag. A punch to the face, a kick to the rib, a crack of her wrist; he was a madman. And poor Cloud took most of what was directed towards me. We both were beaten and made do the work mom didn't have the strength to.

"Physical abuse, emotional abuse, even sexual abuse. He did all these things and the only thing he cherish--excuse me-- the only thing he LOVED, was his vodka, his tequila, and his scotch. We were simply things for him to use. Tools to vent on."

"… I'm sorry your father was this way. No child should ever have to go through this."

"Snort No shit."

"What else happened? You left off as if there was more to this story. Surely he couldn't have been worse."

"You really think so?... "

"I'm ready when you are. Go ahead."

"When I was about nine, I heard my brother crying out for help. He sounded so weak and all my mother begged me to do was bring him a cloth and water. When I carried it down the hall, I didn't know what the fuck was going on with him. I opened the door and... and then I knew what they did to Cloud every night he called for help and mom held me close to stop me."

"… what did they do?"

"They raped him because I was too young. He was eleven, I was nine. He did it to be noble to me."

"I see."

"Cloud had blood all over; it was on his legs, seeped from his back, his arms, even his neck! He was beaten and bruised and I felt sick to my fucking stomach. Nobody should ever see things like that at nine years old. Nobody should feel things like that at age eleven.

"He was ... broken. It traumatized him so much he slept with something in his bed instead of sleeping alone. Either me or Mom. It was just... horrible to see him that way. And he kept begging for us to kill him or put him to 'sleep'. He didn't want to live anymore, and yet I still didn't fully understand. I couldn't! My mind was too closed.

"When I understood, it was too late. It was that night that all the pictures came out, all of me and Cloud's journal entries together, all of the surveillance tapes from the house. All the scars, all of the lies, all of the deception; it was all there and it was too late to put anything into action. They were so dumb and slow… so fucking slow to act..."

"What happened?"

"… My father became depressed. I guess he realized all the evil deeds he had been doing upon us. But, he couldn't stop himself. It was like an addicting disease. So he started to drink more and come home worse than before. One night, he just snapped. My mother told Cloud to keep me upstairs because something in her heart told her that this was going to be bad. I heard all of the screams, the pleas, the agonized cries. And that was just my mother. I couldn't take it anymore and after I got away from Cloud, I ran down the stairs to see.

"At the end of the stairs, I witnessed something that was so haunting, yet adrenalin rushing, that it scares me to this day, to this hour, to this minute, to this second... It haunts my dreams..."

"What did you see?"

"My father pulled out a silver pistol and he cursed my mother to hell before he shot her straight through the head and right through her heart. She fell so slow in front of my eyes that I saw the light blue eyes that used to be filled with some kind of light just fade into the darkness and give out. As soon as she hit the floor, he shot her again. The weirdest thing about it was after it was done… he started to cry.

"He never saw me standing there. I had no voice anymore. I was frozen stiff, my limbs ice and making me stand there in the worse torture ever. I was afraid he would soon shoot me too if he saw me. He raised the gun to his temple after lighting himself a cigarette. I knew what he was going to do and I cried out, "Daddy NO!", finally finding my voice. But it was too late. He pulled the trigger and I saw the bullet fly right through his head and land above my hair.

"He dropped to the floor and the cigarette outed in the blood. Somebody must've called the cops because when Cloud came down the steps, I heard sirens in the distance. Once he saw them, he went into a rage of tears and agony as he screamed in horror and pain. The neighbors finally knew what went on. And they looked at us like we were crazy.

"I… I couldn't move and once the feeling rushed back into my legs, I ran to her to see if I could save her. I shook her and cried over her, all the blood coming up over my small little body. I was only ten years old. That shit changed my life forever, y-you know. I m-mean c-c-come on. H-h-how d-did they t-think I w-would r-react? T-That was m-my m-mother for c-christ s-sakes. N-Nobody saw their mother s-shot like that. O-Only I saw… and it hurt because I couldn't tell her goodbye."

"… It's okay to cry. Do you want to stop and take a break-"

"My name. It's a sad name. I don't even want it anymore… It makes me shiver every time I dream about what happened; every time I have an attack, every time my mind goes blank trying to forget those memories. People say they would kill to have a unique name like mine. I hate that it reminds me of my mother's glossy blue eyes; staring upward to the ceiling. I hate my father's eyes that went up towards one place as well.

"I hate that my name is Sora… because Sora means the sky."

"Let's get some water, Sora. Let's take a break. I know that this is hard on you to bring up these painful memories."

"No breaks… I'm fine. Let's just keep going. Where did I stop?"

"You stopped at the murder."

"Okay….(Sigh) My grandfather was stunned when he heard the news. He instantly took us in. We thought that he felt sympathy for us. In the end… my father's father was only in it to take our inheritance. Cloud was smart and when I turned eleven, he took me and left with our will.

"You could say Cloud saved my life because my Uncle was planning to kill us anyway. The Hiroshima family is possessed. All the sons are. My mother's father always said they were controlled by Satan.

" Anyways. Once we left, Cloud and myself were cold towards the outside of our shells. We filed for Emancipation and we won it without question. Young multi-millionaires on the run. So much money; we were set. We started out small and then when I was twelve we bought a huge mansion. We were so happy and it was ours to keep. I was more jumpy than I had ever been before.

"… A while later, we met a guy named Leon and his brother named Demetrius. The two looked like hell; Demetrius was so ill it was scary. And it was weird because you wouldn't tell. He looked healthy and clean. But he was sick. The flu, an ear infection, infected cuts; the boy was really fucked up.

"It was sad because he didn't cry. He just smiled and said that he was fine. At the hospital, we learned the two boys were homeless. They had been for months. Leon told us his parents were assassinated when he was twelve and he and Demetrius had been from home to home.

"He told us almost everything about himself. How he fell in love with the wrong girl and was buried alive as she was murdered just a few months earlier in the year. And he was just 14, ya know? But it was just so… wrong. I mean, he was normal! To be buried alive while your heart was killed? It'd go fucking crazy.

"But not him. Oh no. He was perfectly fine at what we could see from our eyes. We asked him if he was okay just to make sure, too. He just nodded and told us about his brother. Lord knows what made him trust us to the point to tell us everything. Maybe he saw our eyes. Maybe he needed to vent. I will never know, but what he told us about Metri was so fucking sad."

"What did he tell you?"

"He told us Demetrius had a serious learning disability. Dyslexia was what he said. He couldn't learn and read as good as the rest of us. Autism, too. In math, the boy was a genius. Otherwise, he was slow. And he had epilepsy to add on to more of his troubles. I would have never thought that he had it.

"It was depressing to find out that he had been raped. Badly abused too. He had been abducted out of Leon's hands... it was sickening to know that it all was at the age of twelve. He was close to death at that point and ever since Leon took him from their old home, they hadn't found another real one ever since.

"Cloud and me talked about it for about a week or so and let them stay. Once we came to a decision, we asked for them to live with us. The two were so happy, I actually saw Leon smile. We bought things and found out that they were just as rich as us, if not more. We made our home nice to our liking. When we were all at dinner one night, Demetrius decided to make up a pact for all of us.

"We spelled it L.O.V.E. Lifelong Overachievers Values Eternity."

"… explain it to me."

"Alright… Lifelong friends overachieving our values for eternity. It was to make sure we have each other and make our goals fast together. It was that way for half a year too. We were doing what we need to do. Excelling… and it then it all changed.

"We were abused by people, teased, jumped. Our families looked down upon us because we had no parents. The government kept trying to split us up. Nobody cared for us and every-single-time we tried to achieve our goals… they wouldn't let us because of our past.

"WE got sick of the torture. Sick of the pain. Sick of them breaking our windows, tired of being pulled and rubbed the wrong way; tired of everything. So we became bitter and violent. We decided to make a new pact: we forgot the old one and we quickly made a new one around a candle; angry and upset… tired of submitting

"We promised each other we wouldn't give in. From now on, we would be Libertine, Odious, Vitriolic, and whoever disobeyed and became Erratic would be put into solitary confinement. To make it short… we promised we would never love."

"Why though?"

"Why not?! How would you fell if all this shit had happened to you?! Would you not want to close your heart too?! They looked at us like circus acts! Treated us like dirt, looked down upon us because we had money and we weren't who they wanted us to be!"

"I understand you, but you will need love one day, Sora."

"I don't need the love from the outside world. As long as I have my three brothers, I'll make it in this world."

"Sora, be veracious. One day you all will split up. It's likely to happen."

"Fuck you. I'm being more veracious than the whole world! We chose those words for a reason. To others we'll be Libertine. One without moral restraint. Odious. Hateful. Vitriolic. Sharp or bitter. And Erratic. To wander away. We're not dumb.

"The whole world is oblivious to our pain. They want to deny the fact that we have been through hell and back. We've lost everything but each other. Money doesn't fucking matter if you loose your way. And that's what we will stand by until the day we die. It's our pact, our code of law, the way we live and survive."

"So what you're saying is…"

"The L.O.V.E. pact will last forever… whew! Time's up, Laguna. See you next week?"

"… Yeah. See you next week. And think about what I said!"

"Don't need to! I stand by my brothers! You'll never get it! Huzinatic, Gunblatzi, Kamikazetkis, and me. It's too strong to break apart and too deep to understand."

"laughs I guess I won't, Sora... I guess I won't."

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R.S. : And here was the first prologue! And if nobody knows it yet, Sora was in therapy with Laguna, who was named at the end of this. There's more to that later on. Anyways, I hope you guys did enjoy this insight into Sora's past. It kind of explains things for him, ya know? But, there's more to this story than this! Please review and tell me what you think! I'm going to bed now because I know for a fact soccer is going to kill me later on today. nite nite!

-Rampaging Sorrow