He felt sick, his entire body felt sore as if he just got over another fight after being beaten by several people but somehow survived in the end. Only this one, it felt worse, it didn't leave him with a scar or injury that could heal with time, but instead with a deep gash in his heart that is slowly growing larger. His breathing felt slow and ragged, the air he inhaled brushed against his throat like shards of broken glasses tearing his flesh from the inside. This feeling was much more worse than any fight he ever got into in the past. At least if he was actually engaged in a fight, he knew how to handle it. But this, how can he fix this?

It was his fault for playing on this thin line, he should have seen it coming much sooner but his anger clouded his mind and led him to fall into this endless hole of guilt. The images of his mother crying flashed in his mind and he could feel his body tensed in fear with every bead of tears rolling down her cheek. Why was he so ignorance? Can't he see the effect of his own action towards his family, why did it took him this long to realize that it was already too late? He hated every cells of his being. He wanted to punch himself so hard for all the bad thing he ever did, he would definitely do so if not for his body still being so weak in shock. He wondered if the people at school also hated him this much to always bother him by asking him to fight them.

Either they were really stupid for asking such demand or they didn't understand the message he had given to the people before them was still something that he couldn't confirm. For some reason, there will always be someone either from a different grades or classes coming at him, spouting insult and mocking him until he shut them up. Sometimes they attacked him in a group, or if they are stupid enough, alone, to show that he was not a big deal for them. Which Lincoln always proved to be wrong with how he kicked their ass.

He should have ignored them and stopped the fight from even starting, admitting his defeat and give his reputation to someone else so he could walk down this horrible throne. That would be a good choice for him to make, to leave this world and never come back. Then, why didn't he do so? What is preventing him from releasing his place on this throne that he never wanted.

Lincoln chuckled internally, his energy still slowly regaining back into his body.

Of course that would be the reason, why wouldn't it be. It is a simple as that, he just don't want to admit it, because he fucking loved it.

He loved the blood rush flowing through his vein whenever he got into a fight. The rush that kept him going no matter how many hit he had endured and the pain stinging his body. The sound of bone crunching when he hit his opponent faces lingering in his ears followed by their screaming of pain. His heart would pumped adrenaline throughout his body and he just can't stop hitting after that. His pain felt numb for temporary as if he was no longer there but instead replaced by a monster that was thirsty for blood. It's funny since that is how he got the nickname as the white haired monster of Royal Woods Elementary School. A nickname that stuck to him like a catalyst that bring more challenger to test his patience. How stupid can people be to not realize that he never wanted to be in a fight in the first place. If he could, he would prevent himself from fighting if possible. He was tired of fighting but people seemed so eager to disturb him with their insults and threats.

It was one thing if they bother and tease him, but if they even dare lay even a single finger on his sisters, he will fucking teach them a lesson that they will never forget.

But still, that didn't make his action any different than them. Even if he tell the teacher about them, it wasn't certain they would take any action since nothing happened yet. He don't know exactly why, but most of the teacher in his school would only take action when it was already too late and arrived after a fight was over. Seriously, is every school like this or it was only in his school. No wonder cases of bully keep rising with how teacher were handling the problem. They were too blind to even realize what is happening infront of them until it was too late.

If the teacher do something about his situation, then there is no need for him to handle it himself. He don't need to beat every guy that ever come to him just to feel his punch. And most of all, the incident would never happened in the first place. It's really funny when he thought about it. How most of this could be avoided that easy, and yet here he was, struggling in the clutch of his own guilt and despair.


Lincoln lifted his head when the realization slowly dawned upon him, he was no longer in the living room but instead found himself being accompanied by Lynn and Luna into the confinement of his eldest sisters abode. He glanced at Lynn as she wrapped his right arm behind her shoulder and helped him to move forwards, A hard scowl plastered on her face when she realized his stare and he can't blame her for doing so. Lincoln turned his head and saw Luna also did the same with his other arm, though her face pained with the sadness in her lowered eyes.

'Congratulation Lincoln, you did it again, you make everyone sad with your presence, bravo!' His thought sneered, he couldn't help but smile at that. It was right after all and he knew it would be a useless attempt to prove the otherwise. He really hated himself right now and hell if it wasn't funny.

As they got into the room, Luna and Lynn released his arms as he stood on his still weak knees, threatening to fall again at any moment. He looked around and saw all of his sisters scattered in the room while looking at him either with a glare or a frown, or the combination of both. There is also something else between them but he couldn't confirm what it was.

Lori knocked her heel on the podium a few times as they quickly turned their attention towards her. She put the heel down, propped her elbow and laced her fingers over her lips, her eyebrows knitted in frustration at the only boy in the room.

"I think we all already know why we are here," Lori sighed.

"Lincoln makes mom cry." Lola said while raising her pink gloved hand, sending a sharp knife into his heart. Beside her, Lana elbowed her twin with a glare as Lola lowered her hand. Heh, he wished a real knife actually stabbed him instead, that would probably be better. Wait that's weird, he actually prefer that right now.

"Well thank you for stating the obvious Lola," Lori sarcastically said. "We really appreciated it." She continued.

"Now Lincoln, what do you have to say for yourself, you definitely need a good reason for this or I will literally turn you into a human pretzel." The eldest threatened. His other sisters kept quiet under the intensity slowly increasing in the air above them. And it only took a small action to break it.

His lips curled into a small smile as their eyes widened in shock.

Soon after, Lincoln spreaded his arms by his side and looked at them.

Infuriated, Lynn leapt forwards and glared at her younger brother. "The hell are you doing, say something Lincoln, does this look like a joke to you!?" She snarled.

But he kept quiet, not saying even a single word to reply to her question.

Lynn gritted her teeth as her fists clenched by her sides. Tired of waiting for his answer, she grabbed his collar and shook him roughly in her clutches, trying to force him to speak. Still she received nothing from him. He kept smiling and she became more uneasy the longer she looked at his face.

"Lynn stop!" Luan got up from Lori's bed and pulled her younger sister from the white haired boy. She also felt uncomfortable after seeing his smile but didn't say anything about it. Something is wrong, and she wasn't the only one who realized it.

"Stop smiling you idiot jerk!" Lynn escaped from Luan's grip and released a painful blow to his cheek, shocking their sisters. Lincoln staggered a little in his place but still managed to stand after her punch. Usually other people would have fallen after receiving a hit from her but he was different than them. Years of training with her has make his body more durable with all kind of pain that he barely felt anything anymore. One of the reason why he always stood last after defeating all of his opponent after a fight. He don't know if he should thank her for it.

Lincoln touched his sore cheek and his smile widened, "Is that all you can do Lynn, I thought you are better than this, it's quite disappointing if you ask me." He chuckled. Lola and Lana cowered behind Leni on her bed as the second eldest sister covered Lily's eyes from the scary sight of their brother. Hiding behind Lori, Lisa clutched her chest in fear as her eyes shut tightly beneath her round glasses. Lucy closed her distance with her brother, hoping to stop him before he do anything stupid.

"What did you say, you little piece of shit!" Lynn shouted in anger, pulling her hand back for another punch but was held back by Luna and Luan who keep their grips close on her. "Let me go!" She gritted her teeth.

"Oh, come on Lynn, this is getting boring pretty fast, I makes mom cry, aren't you mad at me?" Lincoln said. "Don't you want to hit me harder?" He stepped closer to her.

"I will fucking MURDER you!!!" Lynn growled as Luna and Luan struggled to keep her back any longer. Even with the both of their strength combined, it was still hard for them to keep their athletic sister at bay.

"Lynn stop!" Lori ordered

"But..." Lynn looked at her oldest sister.

"I said stop, can't you see what he is doing right now?"

"What do you mean by that?" She asked.

Letting out a sigh, Lori closed her eyes and opened them back before looking at her younger brother. "He wanted you to hit him." She said, shocking all of them as Lincoln's smile slowly turned into a small frown. Lynn's shoulder slumped down with her eyes wide open in shock as Luna and Luan released her after seeing that she was no longer trying to hit him.

Lincoln turned his head towards his oldest sister and his smile became much more wider than before, almost terryfing with how sudden his demeanor changed. "Isn't this what you wanted?" He chuckled humorlessly. "I thought you want to turn me into a literal human pretzel, I don't have a reason or answer for your qustion, what are you waiting for, I'm not even going to bother stopping you, hit me as much as you want."

Silence filled the air,

"You can even KILL me if you want-" He couldn't even finish his sentence when a stinging pain struck his cheek. Turning his head slightly, his eyes widened when he saw Lucy clasping her sore palm with her head lowered, her dark bangs covered her eyes but he could still see a trail of glistening tears running down her pale cheek.

'Pfft, ha.. ha..ha.. you never learn didn't you?'

'You will never stop hurting them, just give up already, can't you see how meaningless all this is.'

"Lucy! I-I'm sorry, p-please stop crying." He begged.

'Again with the apology, yawn, this is lame.'

Lincoln took a step back at fear of hurting her more than he already did. Why would he think he, a delinquent could stop from spreading pain to the people around him. Why can't he stop from being so stupid, first the incident, and now this! What else the world want to give him, don't they think he had enough already.

Perhaps that's why he can't stop fighting even when he know he can prevent them. He hoped that one day one of the blow he received would put him down for good. That he would no longer stand up after the hit and stay down on the ground. He hoped that they could end everything there and throw him from his throne. If only they were strong enough to fulfill his wish, but somehow he will always survive and keep his title as the undefeated. Blow after blow and it was still not good enough to bring him down.

He almost fall on his back when a pair of slender arms wrapped around his waist, slowly tightening when he tried to get away. Lincoln lowered his head only to see Lucy hugging him with her face buried into his shirt, her black hair covering her face from his sight but he could feel her body shook slightly with her sobbing. He tried to push her away from him, not caring that he was being rough with her but she kept hugging him tighter.

"Let me go Lucy... I don't want to hurt you!" He raised his voice.

'You sure about that?'

He closed his eyes. "I-I don't want to hurt you... like how I hurt mom." His voice cracked as he clenched his fists.

"Then stop fighting." Her monotone voice reached his ear. "Just let me hug you, please" She continued as his body slowly eased at her warm embrace.

"I-I'm sorry." He whispered. A pair of new arms wrapped around his neck from behind as he felt a new presence hugging him from the back.

"You literally need to get some help Lincoln, it's not healthy for you to keep being like this, and I'm not only talking about your fight at school today." Lori said in a low voice.

"Seriously dude, we're all worried about you, not only mom and pops you know." Luna said, joining their hug.

"Do you know how worried I was when my friend told me you got into another fight this morning, I know you can protect yourself... but at least think about us, think how we would feel as your sister" Luan said before also hugging him.

"We want to help you Lincoln," Lana hugged his left leg. "I'm a little scared of you, but you're still my brother no matter what my friend say about you." She admitted.

On his right leg, Lola also did the same as her twin, "Who is going to play with us if you got injured so bad one day Lincy, I need you, we all need our brother." She said, tightening her embrace.

The corner of his lips curled up a little.

'Huh, you're actually considering this, do you actually think there is still hope for someone like you, don't make me laugh.'

"Like I totes don't like seeing you like this, it scares me, but I know you would never hurt us." Leni extended their youngest baby sister at his face. "Am I right Lily." She cheerfully said with a smile.

"Inckoln!... Inckoln!... " Lily clapped her small hands while reaching for his white hair.

A bead of tears escaped from the corner of his eyes as he tried his best to hold them back.

"I'm sorry, I'm the worst brother ever." Lincoln said.

"I can assure you male sibling unit, you are far from being a bad brother to us, in fact I can't think of anyone that could be as good as you." Lisa commented, though a little hesitant to get near him.

Lynn stood infront of him with her head lowered. "I'm sorry for punching you."

"It's okay Lynn, I deserved that." He replied.

Lincoln winced when she suddenly punched his shoulder.

"No, but you deserved this, if you ever say something like that again, I swear I will kick your ass so bad you're going to stay on bed for months!" She scolded him with a glare. "Just because you're my brother doesn't meant I'm going to be easy on you."

He couldn't help but let out a low chuckle at her remark. He missed this sensation of being loved for who he truly is. Sure, he is still a delinquent well known at the school, but he is also a loving brother that care for his sisters. With all the fights he had indulged himself in the past, the pain, the blood, the fatigue after the battle, he almost forget who he truly was, the reason why he fight them in the first place.

'You know this is not going to work right? There is no way you can fix this, you should already know that by now.'

Sure he can't fix this, he knew that, he thought about it everytime he could. But he wasn't alone anymore. His sisters are there for him along this journey and he trusted them. Besides, they're the only people he have left by his side. What else he has to lose anyway, he is a delinquent and he is going to make his own path with the help of his sisters.

"Now Lincoln, I know you don't want to talk about it..." His shoulder tensed slightly at Lori's voice.

"... But I think, it's literally time for us to talk about that incident so we can help you." She suggested.

Letting out a sigh of content, Lincoln closed his eyes. He knew he can't avoid this subject any longer, they deserve to know what actually happened on that uneventful day if he wanted them to help him.

"I know..."