R.S.: Hello again everyone. Sorry I haven't updated in such a while. School and soccer are taking up most of my time. anyways, here's Demetrius' side. Hope u enjoy it!

-Rampaging Sorrow

Let's Shout For Love!

By: Rampaging Sorrow

Prologue 3: Art with Demetrius

So here I am again... clothes stained with an array of colors and fingertips that are now colors I can't even recognize. The paintbrushes are drowning in water and no matter what way I brush a stroke against the canvas, today it's not satisfying. Today it just feels... empty. I'm telling myself, 'Demetrius, it's good enough', but this subway image I'm drawing from memory just feels dull and hollow... I'll have to start from scratch later on tonight.

With art… is my life. It's what I am, it's who I am, it's where I will always find my sense of peace. Kamikazetskis is a name that came from my artwork. Kami means 'god' in Sora's native language Japanese. Kazetskis was my original nickname. Sora added Kami because Kazetskis is also my style of art and he calls me the "Artistic God." Cloud went on to say that I was born with an art set.

I can't help this insatiable craving to draw and paint. Drawing things helps me keep calm. Just like Sora with his piano, Cloud with his poetry, and Leon with his architecture designs and car models (Gunblatzi could make a mean ass car when he was bored).

My full name is Demetrius Atticus Kare "Kamikazetkis" Leonheart. I am the younger brother of Squall "Leon" "Gunblatzi" Leonheart. I have two disorders and because of them… they pay close attention to me. More attention that I really need. Sometimes, I just want to beg for silence and nobody looming over my shoulder. But, at times I feel if I cry for it... I'll loose them forever.

When I was born, I was born at five months so I was premature. I guess I broke out into a fever quickly after and the fever damaged my brain. Honestly, I'm supposed to be dead. If it wasn't for Leon… I wouldn't be here right now. He was the one who was always in the hospital because my parents didn't have time for me.

I… I was an accident.

Leon would always come and when I cried, he would put his hand on my back and stroke it with with his knuckles gently. When I was burning up, he would hold me when I was crying. Leon's breath was always cold, so he would lay me down after holding me, chew some gum, and blow cold air on me. It was the best he could do. He kept telling me in Latin that I would be okay and that he would take care of me forever. He helped me to recovery and by nine months I was able to leave the hospital.

I couldn't speak at the age of two like other babies in my area. My parents were concerned and they took me to a doctor immediately once I cried from frustration of not being able to say what I wanted. When they took me there, they soon learned that I had a learning disability because of the fever and my premature birth. My parents weren't that surprised, but Leon was determined to make me talk in Latin instead of English.

I tried to speak and Leon would wake me up at the wee hours of the night when an idea popped into his head. He would stand up on a step stool and he would shake me until I woke up. Then he would climb in and he would stand up tall and talk to me, making me say some of the words that he thought were important. He taught me to say "Matris(Mother)", "Abbas (Father)", and he taught me to play and learn at the same time. At four, I was speaking fluent Latin.

Now that I think back on it in mid-stroke, I've always drawn pictures. That's how I used to speak. When I had an idea, I would draw with my crayons, hop from my crib and I would wake Leon up to repay the favors of nightly visits. He would always lean up on his elbows and he would watch me, blue eye and gray eye amused as I ranted and told him my vision and how it could be expressed.

He would constantly laugh and tell me which ones were brilliant, which ones were completely 50-50, and which ones were utterly ridiculous. The ones that were utterly ridiculous angered me until he explained it to me and told me what was realistic and what wasn't realistic about it. That helped me learn better ways to draw my art. At five, I was getting better and better with Leon's guidance and my ideas. Whatever Leon and I would feel, I would draw it together and it would be the best from both worlds. It wasn't astounding, it wasn't superb. But for a five year old with Dyslexia… it was a gift.

When I was seven, I could draw at a middle school and above level. They put my art in school calendars, the used it for some Assessment tests to see how people's minds were. I even won an eighth grade competition. I was an art prodigy. And math was easy for me as well! I could read big numbers, I could add, subtract, even multiply! When Leon had math homework, he would give me half and let me try it myself. I was happy to know I brought the family some sense of pride… but there was still a problem.

I couldn't read like everybody else. I was in the second grade doing first grade reading and third grade math. They used to tease me constantly and make me hurt on the inside. "Dumb smart" or "Fifty-fifty" or "Retarded Genius." Leon protected me all the time, but he couldn't be there all the time for me. I held my anger in, but I always acted on it and I would fight back or take everything and go cry to him. One day, I stressed out so much over a reading test that my nose started to bleed and I just blacked out.

When I woke up, Leon was holding back his tears and singing a song in Latin. It's complicated, but I'll translate it.

"Campana orbis in tripudio of nex.

Transporto meus votum ut divum ; Ego have nusquam left.

Spes quod ream pro savior rectum mihi vox.

Spes quod somnium pro savior sumo mihi ut lux lucis.

Iacio mihi down in meus cubile wrap mihi in obscurum.

Propinquus meus eyes , signum meus animus i'm in alius vita.

(Bells ringing in the dance of death.

Send my prayers to the sky; I have nothing left.

Hope and ream for the savior to guide me right.

Hope and dream for the savior to take me to the light.

Lay me down in my bed, wrap me in darkness.

Close my eyes, seal my soul, i'm into another life.)"

It was a song in our family that was sung when a family member was hurt. It was supposed to cure things. Weird; the song mostly sounds sad and meant for death. I was so dizzy and I heard a doctor say I had 'Epilepsy.' I didn't know what that was, but it made things even worse for me.

In third grade, when Leon was in fifth, I had to take medicine a lot and it sometimes made me miss the school day. They called me even more names and I had no friends. I was always envious of Leon. He had friends that he could play with, laugh with, bring over to play at home. All I had was my artwork. At one point during recess, Leon forgot about me and went to play with even more other people. I guess he didn't want to play with just me anymore, and I was all alone.

I sat inside at the art room when everybody was at lunch. I drew more and more and soon I was just known as "Artsy." I kept drawing and improving; I would leave from the art room and go to the library just for it. At lunch and recess, we had an hour so I would always run across the street. I knew I couldn't read well, but the pictures were amazing and I understood each style. From there, I began to duplicate the styles and adjust them to my liking.

It was like that for two months.

Leon had asked me to play with his friends, but they gave me looks, so I refused. "They're your friends, not mine." I constantly told him and after a week, he just gave up and brushed me off completely. I knew he wanted to help, but they were phony people. At a young age, I knew that those people weren't the kind of friends I wanted.

When I was in the fourth, Leon went to middle school for sixth. He threatened the school and they finally left me alone. I did astounding art in peace and Leon had abandoned his friends. He wanted to be alone because he wanted me to have somebody to feel the aloneness with. One day, I built a house and then Leon erased it step by step until it was like blue prints. That year, Leon went into architecture.

When Leon was in seventh and I was in fifth… our parents were killed. They were murdered while we were in school. I cried my eyes out for a long time and after two months or so, we realized we had to move on and we figured that if we didn't cry it would be okay. We would try to be strong for them. That would only be accomplished with a move to our aunt's house and to start our lives over the best way we could.

We hated those bitches with a passion. They treated us like garbage and told us the worst things about our parents. Leon and me tried to keep away from them, but they would always find a way to talk to us and beat us when they were mad. Over two years, Leon grew angry and when I was twelve and he was fifteen(His birthday just passed), bad things began to happen to us. Even worse than what was already going on.

… I don't understand why God was punishing us.

For big brother, it suddenly became bearable. He had this girlfriend named Rinoa and she just seemed to light up his life every time he felt shrouded in darkness. He met her in the seventh when we first got there. She was kind, she was sweet, but the downside was that something was seriously wrong with her family. They weren't normal. At all. Leon always agreed with me, but told me that Rinoa made him happy. They kissed, made-out a few times on the couch (I always shut my eyes when walking past), and one night when Auntie Marie and Clarita were out of town, the two… well, they went all the way. I was happy for Leon because he said that he was going to be with her forever.

But… then it went wrong.

Rinoa's family had been at war with another family and were being murdered one by one without mercy. They were like targets just becoming taken off the list and I guess Rinoa's name came up to be taken out. Leon and Rinoa had ran and Leon made me hide. An hour later, I ran looking for him and I found his abandoned shoe at the entrance of the cemetery I ran in the rain and then I found Rinoa. Dead.

It was a chilling feeling to see her laying next to a freshly dug grave with her eyes half-lidded and her fingers just laying lifelessly into the mud. I never felt so... so empty of feeling. I couldn't cry, I couldn't scream, I couldn't do anything. And then it hit me. If Rinoa was laying here next to a freshly dug grave... where the hell was Leon? Had he escaped? My feet were slowly turning around and as I got ready to run, my ears picked it up. The faint screams for help and the knocking beneath the ground. With a horrifying realization, I knew where Leon was.

He was in the ground… dying…

I saw the shovel and I moved Rinoa and covered her with my jacket and shirt. It was all I had to give her some kind of respect. I began to dig Leon out and my head was pounding as I moved as fast as I could. The water brought weight to the dirt and soon I was covered in it as I went to my hands to get further into the ground.

When I got to the box, I broke it open and Leon gasped for air. He couldn't even say my name. All I could do was take his hand and we helped each other out of the deep hole that was made. When he saw Rinoa's body under my clothing, I had to hold him close and let him cry with me as he cursed himself and blamed himself for the whole thing.

At the funeral, it was only the two of us. The rest of her family had fled.

For the next few months, I made sure to keep Leon company as well as give him space. I held him when he cried and I tried to make him smile with pictures and stories that I dreamed about at night. Not all were pleasant, but Leon alway seemed to be amused nonetheless. Anything that took his mind off of Rinoa was fantastic.

On the eve of Christmas (and my birthday), the worst thing in humanity happened to me. I was coming home and I was happy as I whistled and held Leon's Christmas gift in my arms. It was something he had wanted for a while, but couldn't get the chance to go and buy. He was so depressed, I just wanted to make him feel better, you know? To make him smile at me some more. Leon's smile always kept me together.

I was pulled off the streets and I was asked for my wallet. I gave everything up, but Leon's gift. That was the one thing that I refused to let go. I sold precious art for the money to buy that gift for Leon, and I wasn't going to let it slide from my fingers because people wanted to steal.

They threw me on the floor and after a while of struggling, they started to have their fun and… and rape me. It's awful; to have a man do that to a child. It burned and the snow filled my scratches and cuts. They took turns with me, treated me as if I was some whore for money.

All I could do was cry and when they were done… (Sniff) They shot me.

I could feel the blood pouring, I could feel the death. But I still wouldn't let go of Leon's present and I knew that people were calling for help once the gang had vanished. I closed my eyes and the world went dark. There was no fighting it. The feeling of slipping into the dark isn't euphoric. It's... it's terrifying because sometimes you may never come out of the darkness. Sometimes you end up staying there for the rest of your life.

When I came around… I thought I was dead. And then I thought, 'I can't be dead… I hear monitors.' I opened my eyes and I saw Leon sleeping against my leg. I looked around and then I had realized I was in a hospital once I saw the heart monitor. I followed the cord and then I sat up a little bit and pulled the heart monitor off.

It went into a straight line and I heard Leon jump up in a state of shock. "Metri, no!" Once he saw me staring at him funny, he sighed in relief. Then it hit him. "You're awake!" Leon hugged me close and held back his emotions as he ran his fingers through my hair and thanked god that I was still alive and healthy. I smiled as it felt good to feel his warmth again. Being asleep had me cold.

Leon looked up at me with a serious face after our embrace was over with. I could tell something was about to happen.

"We have to go. Can you walk?" I nodded.

"Talk?"

"Y-yeah"

"Speak fluent in both languages?"

"Yes."

"Perfect. We're running away. I took the deeds that belonged to us. We're getting out of this town and going somewhere else. Put these on."

He handed me jeans and a shirt and I could tell that he had gotten colder the way he spoke and when I looked into his eyes. It was nothing but ice. The series of unfortunate events had made him colder. I got dressed quickly and put on a long coat. When I asked him what month it was, he only gave a sad smile.

"It's the ending of February."

We were moving from foster home to foster home. With no medical insurance, we didn't have any doctors to treat us. But, our feet never stopped moving and when it was time to go, we would escape. Leon taught me for the time that we moved. It wasn't all that great, but I did learn some things and he by himself read books and made sure he had stuff to teach the both of us. With obstacles and stress, we learned together.

When it was November, I grew sick. I had the flu, and even thought I had a shot… it didn't help. My exterior looked healthy! But inside... I wasn't.

Walking through a nice street, my legs froze and just like that, my whole body slipped back into the menacing darkness. Leon had to carry me to random door and he cried and begged for help because he thought I was going to die. That was when we met out brothers. The two brothers living alone took us to a nearest hospital immediately. I zoned in and out of consciousness and as I listened to bits and pieces, nothing registered. I slipped into a week-long coma.

I was hospitalized and treated for that whole week. When I woke up, I was placed into intensive care. They paid close attention to me; Leon and the two boys that were there with him all times of the day. I learned that the blond was named Cloud and the spiky small brunette was named Sora.

They were amazing. They had went through something similar to what we did. We learned about their parents, relatives, the deceit. It was a sudden connection that brought us all together. We stayed with them and after two amazing days, we got ready to go.

Sora made us an offer that we couldn't turn down. He told us, "You're family now. Stay with us and we'll all take care of each other. We'll be the family that we lost. We'll live and share our money too!… please stay with us?"

Me and Leon smiled as Cloud nodded and I spoke to Leon since he had second thoughts. "We'll start over Leon! We'll become better people!" Leon smiled again and as he closed the door, we were officially a family…

It felt good to have that once again. It was like a piece inside my heart that was lost was slowly put back together.

Once people knew about our new family, they tried to befriend us and be false people. We made pact called L.O.V.E. Lifelong Overachieving Values Eternalize. Then… it slowly began to change. They hurt us, criticized us, called us names that were just so out of line. Some I had never even heard before.

They would attack us, attempt to burn our house down, try to put us against one another. The temerity of these bastards was amazing. They were so ignorant, so easy to be deceived by one person. It was just… amusing in one point of view. But when it got worse, we lashed back and changed our laws.

We decided to be without moral restraint for anybody outside, to be hateful, bitter, and whoever couldn't follow these laws were put into solitary confinement. Libertine, Odious, Vitriolic, and Erratic. L.O.V.E. We were to do the opposite of that and that was hate. We broke hearts, fought and destroyed until we got our point loud and clear.

Leave us the fuck alone.

We made up for our actions later by helping the town. Now, they leave us alone… but it still hurts. Deep inside… it tears your heart apart. Veraciously.

As I draw my art, I put my emotions in it and they see how I feel. Whoever can't see… are perpetual fools who can only see what they truly desire.

R.S.: And that was Demetrius! I have to go finish up dinner now, so enjoy, k? please read and review!