Author Note:

Hello everyone, this is my first ever written story in my life (except for schoolwork). Because of my lack of experience I want learn what I can do better. So if you have the time and want to give some advise and critic to a beginner, please write a comment.

Also I hope, that my bad english skills aren't destroying the story itself. I did my best to look if everything is correct. But still this shouldn't be a excuse. Have fun dear reader.

Chapter 1: When does love start?

What does it mean to love, to be loved and what is this love. Such a question might seem ridiculous to someone, but the white-haired boy is racking his brain over it. Is the answer simple or can a person understand such a term at all? After his sisters said that innocent word, he can't stop thinking about it. Normally it would be something he wouldn't even give a second thought to... but this time it was different. In his short life he had never heard such a word from his sisters. It's more than the love of the past. In that love there was greed, lust, obsession, fear... perhaps there was more, maybe hope and pride could be found. He just doesn't know. The white-haired boy might have suppressed the memories for his own protection. But what should he protect himself from? His sisters could never hurt him, at least he used to think so. Their behaviour over the last few weeks has changed a lot.

While the only son of the family thinks about the development of his sisters, he looks dejectedly at his left wrist. His gaze is fixed on the metallic prison that his blood relatives refer to as a bracelet. At the same time, he watches that tiny, horrible twinkle on the bracelet and gets lost in his thoughts.

Why are they doing this? Lisa built this thing just for me to be safe, but I've never felt more insecure than I do now. They could be watching me right now. Their eyes, those dark eyes could look at me and follow my every step. I... I have to pull myself together. There's a reason they're behaving this way. I'm going to find out why they changed the way they did. My plan for now will be to try and spend some time with my sisters. Hopefully I'll learn what led them to behave in this way.

The brave boy will start today to carry out his plan to understand the love of his sisters.

In order to understand the protagonist's situation, it is necessary to take a closer look at the past few days. The innocent boy felt free on a sunny day. It was Friday, a happy day for every student. To fully enjoy this day, he decided to go to the park after school. He didn't meet with his friends and the desire to read comics or play anything was non-existent at the moment. He wanted to feel the freedom of Friday.

In the park, the clever boy looked for a quiet and empty place. After he found one, he thought about the activities he had been doing in the past few days.

On Monday I played with Lynn in the garden. She said she absolutely needs to practice for her next game. But why does she choose me for training, there are certain sportier options. Tuesday I also had to support Lisa with an experiment. She said I was essential, as if I could do something for the genius… I shouldn't talk myself down now either. Wednesday wasn't easy either. Sometimes coaching Lola can drain someone's energy. At least she was happy to spend time with me. Without Lori's help I would be in Lola and Lana's room all day. But I had to carry the clubs for Lori during her golf practice on Thursday...

Have I been helping my sisters the whole week?! Last week wasn't any better. Lately, my alone time has been decreasing. I should tell them when I need some alone time, but something's compelling me. When they ask me, I feel like I'm the only person for them. Only I can help you. It's only me who can come into question.

Only the white-haired boy exists in their world. In the park, he can escape them and enjoy freedom for a short time. Unfortunately, he could not enjoy security. The foolish boy noticed a person approaching him from behind. But before he could turn around, he lost consciousness.

"Where's Lincoln?" asked the eldest sister while staring at her sisters in the living room. With anger and clear fear, she searched for an answer to her question. The self-confident woman was nowhere to be found, only the panic about her little brother could be read on her face.

Why isn't Lincoln home yet, doesn't he know what time it is? Something must have happened to him and there's nothing I can do but wait. I failed as his big sister, sorry Lincoln. I don't deserve yo…

"Lori, are you listening to me?" Before Lori lost herself in her thoughts, her little sister's energetic voice woke her up. Lynn looked at her and made her aware that unnecessary panic will not help to find her brother. But Lynn can't suppress her emotions either and when someone stares into her brown eyes, you quickly notice the tears forming at the rims.

"I was able to reach Clyde," Lynn said to everyone else. All the people who were on the ground floor of the Loud Residence listened to the sports fan with full concentration. Unfortunately, it was one of the evenings when the parents were away and if that wasn't problematic enough, the young Louds can't reach a parent. Leni could at least get Lily to sleep. The rest of the very young Louds couldn't possibly sleep in such a situation and want to stay awake until they can hold their brother in their arms again. None of the elders could judge them for such a decision, they would do the same.

"What did he say?" Lola asked impatiently.

"After school was over, Lincoln wanted some time for himself, so he went to the park," Lynn said. "That's all he seems to know."

Lola couldn't contain her anger anymore "and he calls himself a friend? He doesn't even know where Lincoln went exactly. If my brother doesn't come back because of his stupidity, I will punish him with my own hands."

Everyone is too stupid, stupid, stupid! That's exactly why I only want Lincoln as a coach. How can he take the right not to come home. When he comes back, I will- I- I will never let him leave my side!

The little princess has decided to protect the love.

While everyone is processing the new information, Lisa has been examining the park's surveillance footage on her laptop. The little genius knows that this is illegal, but nothing matters for the protection of her brother. No rules, morals or humans have the right to stop her from finding her assistant. After looking through the various shots, Lisa found the boy she was looking for thanks to his hair. For Lisa, his special hair has always been a feast for the eyes and this time a beneficial trademark.

While dreamily watching her big brother, Lisa notices a woman making a dangerous approach to him. Her face could not be seen because she wore glasses and a face mask. When Lisa saw her, she feared the worst. Unfortunately, her suspicions were quickly confirmed after the woman held a cloth over white haired boy mouth and he passed out immediately afterwards.

Lisa continued to follow the woman through the various cameras. Nobody in the park stopped her. Everyone looked at the two questionably or didn't even notice them. They probably believed that the young boy and this woman were related. Lisa had to see human incompetence with her own eyes, again, and lost some faith in humanity.

These underdeveloped individuals cannot handle the simplest of tasks. The homosapien is truly a grotesque species.

From that moment on, Lisa denied humanity the ability to protect love.

The lady in disguise carried him to the parking lot and placed Lincoln in a passenger seat in a car. Before she disappeared from the camera view with the car, she could see the license plate.

"That disgusting, horrible, ugly THING!"

Quiet throughout the house. All are looking at the source of the derogatory statement. It was surprising for everyone that these loud words came from the quiet Lucy. Until a moment ago, no one even noticed her, which was normal.

Though such behaviour is uncharacteristic of the little goth, she couldn't help herself. She watched Lisa and witnessed the horrific events on the screen. Anger and hatred towards this woman reigned in her. No, calling her a woman would be an exaggeration for Lucy. Taking away the little girl's brother, her light, deprives the thing of the right to be considered human.

Before everyone asked Lucy about her behaviour, Lisa took the chance of the quiet moment and explained the situation to her sisters. After everyone became aware of the current situation, nobody questioned Lucy's behaviour anymore. Everyone shared her feelings and at the same time desperation and fear loomed. Their brother has been kidnapped by a crazy woman and they don't know how to help him. However, Lisa and her intelligence saved her emotionally unstable relatives from falling into the deep hole of hopelessness. She was able to read the kidnapper's license plate number and work out the address using police records, which Lisa didn't hesitate to examine on her laptop.

No one cares what illegal means Lisa uses as long as they get close to their brother. Now the only question left was whether to leave further investigations to the police or to take action themselves. The sisters decide that there should be a vote. Only three voted for the police to do the rest. Lori, Leni and Luna. Their decision came from a lack of confidence in herself to be able to save her brother. They have disappointed their little white-haired rabbit often enough. They put their hope in the hands of others. But the cockiness in their own abilities and the blind hatred towards the kidnapper convinced the other sisters to become active themselves.

Lori, who believes that she no longer has the right to have anything like responsibility, did not dare to contradict the majority. After taking the necessary precautions, they set out to rescue their brother and always protect him from now on.

I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Mom, Dad, Luna, Lori, someone please help me.

…

…I just want to go home.

At the moment we find our white-haired protagonist in a dark room. Tied to a tube sticking out of a stone wall. He's only been awake for a few minutes, but he quickly realized that escape was hopeless for now. In his young life he has never experienced such a sensory overload of emotions. Desperation, fear and panic ruled over him. His panicked movements at first probably caused some loud noises as audible footsteps approached the soon-to-be young man.

A door was opened with a following click of a light switch. The space was preserved and his surroundings became clear. It was a basement. Dirty stone walls, a cold stone floor, a stove, a washing machine and a staircase to freedom. Unfortunately, the view of freedom was blocked by a figure.

After adjusting his eyes to the light, he recognizes a slightly older woman. She must be in her thirties. She had beautiful, loose, long, blond hair and green eyes that were very tired. But our adolescent boy could only focus on one thing.

Wh- wh- why is she only in her underwear?!

Every step she went down her eyes got clearer, her smile bigger and her love stronger. Her face hurt from her shameless smile. She has finally caught an angel, no, this angel was given to her. Just a few more steps and he was in her arms.

"Stop, don't come any closer! Leave me alone, please let me go" the frightened boy shouted. The woman, who was confused at first, was able to quickly explain the behaviour.

"Ah how sweet, my angel is shy. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you from now on." As she gazed into her gift's eyes, she remembered the day she had the privilege of seeing his face for the first time.

She has always been a woman who craved beauty. She searched for them in different forms. She was fascinated by the beautiful view of the countryside, the beauty of the models at a fashion show and even the beautiful calm during a funeral. So she knew from a young age what she wanted to do, she wanted to be a photographer and capture the beauty she saw through her eyes.

Unfortunately, the beauty the world could offer her was only momentary. When the young photographer noticed this, it was already too late. Her pictures no longer had any colour for her. She thought something was wrong with herself and had a doctor examine her, but nothing unusual was found. Slowly she realized it, the world is ugly. The nature she hated now, the men who only wanted her body and even death turned black and white.

The listless woman lived in this hell for several years. She herself must laugh that she found her salvation during a class photo. A white-haired boy was standing in a group full of ordinary and ugly people. When she took the picture and examined it, she almost cried. She saw colour in the picture.

What is that? This color looks so beautiful. So pure, so innocent, so kind, so- so beautiful. That white haired boy he can't be from this world. Everything here is ugly, but he is so fabulous. It must be something mystical, something higher. He must be an angel! My muse!

That day she saw the color of love for the first time.

"You are sooo perfect. Even my memories could not capture your essence. Ahhhhhh, so close to you, it hurts so much but it's also so pleasant." She couldn't take it anymore. Lost in love, she hugged herself. Unfortunately, she didn't know what to do with her newly gained energy and pressed her fingers too hard into her upper arms.

The insecure boy moved as far away from the woman as possible with the shackles, only to realize later that he had reached the cold wall of the basement. His eyes always fixed on the madness happening in front of him. The strong clenching of her fingers and thus her nails caused blood to flow from her arm.

Her pure body was tainted with lust.

"Please stop. You hurt yourself." Even in complete panic, the boy cares about others, even if the other person kidnaps him.

This innocence and caring led to the breaking of her self-control. Without wasting any further thoughts, she ran towards him. With every step closer, the helpless boy lost hope and drowned in the sea of fear and despair. Today he could lose his innocence and his life.

Once within reach, she touched his naked body beneath his t-shirt. Greedily she moved her hand along the boy. Her face neared the boy's neck and instinct told her to "tag" him. Without any sign of sanity, she licked his neck, kissing and making sure she left something on him. The little one had to realize painfully that she left an imprint on his neck with a bite. The woman backed away after her act, admiring her mark with a lustful grin. She made it, he's hers. Her final task to be with her angel, her muse forever, is to become one mentally and physically. She looked at the white rabbit and with her hand she approached his pants. Soon she will have made it, soon she will become one with him. Only the-

"Show yourself bitch" A young female voice?

That voice came from above.

"We know you're here." Another voice? What the fuck is going on here-

Before she could react, something incredible happened. The door to the basement jumped off its door hinges and flew at an impressive speed at the boy's and woman's feet. Where the door was, there was only a broken entrance and the silhouette of several people.

What the hell was that. The door almost hit me and my muse. Who dares disturb us.

While the woman's face was covered with anger and fear, the opposite could be found in the boy. Tears flowed from his eyes, tears of joy.

"You really came here! Thank you, thank you, thank you sisters." He almost laughed, he was so relieved. He could always trust his sisters.

"Of course we are! Do you think we want to lose our favorite punching bag?" exclaimed a small brown-haired girl with freckles from a crowd of many young women.

"Shut up, Lynn!" said Luna before hitting Lynn's head with an educational fist. "ouch"

A beautiful blonde-haired girl was standing in the front doorway. She was dressed in turquoise and usually had the aura of an innocent soul. This was not a normal situation. In a rage, she was able to knock the door out of its door hinges with just one punch. She wanted her little brother back and a puny door definitely won't stop her.

But the sight of her little brother doesn't help calm her anger. The second eldest was not a woman with many answers, but she was always ready to ask many questions.

Why does Linky look so hurt? Why is there a blood on the woman? Why is the woman next to him almost naked? Why is she so dirty? WHY is this world so dirty?

As Leni searched for the answer to her questions, her eyes caught a small bruise on her yet innocent brother's neck.

Without fully processing it, instinctively she ran down to the bloodied woman. Whether this is due to the big sister's instinct or not cannot be said. This doesn't matter to the fashion-conscious lady either, she wants to see this almost naked woman on the floor. Unfortunately, she wasn't particularly educated in martial arts, so her attacks weren't difficult to interpret.

In contrast to the worried sister, the photographer knew something about fighting. In her crisis of the endless triviality of her existence, she was always looking for new colour. Before she met her muse, she might have hoped to discover a new colour through sport.

She had to protect her property. Standing up, she got into position and prepared to dodge the punch.

Pride in her fighting skills made her careless and she didn't notice the athletic girl appearing at extreme speed behind the second eldest sister. With an arrogant smile, Lynn punches the photographer in her stomach. This by itself would not defeat the woman, but it was enough to get her attention. Immediately after the punch, the girl with the proud one on her t-shirt jumped to the side to give her older sister enough space for the final punch.

"Leni, finish her!" yelled the crowd at the door frame.

The photographers could not react in time. After turning her head to the designer again, it was too late. The last thing her eyes caught was a fist with well-manicured fingernails.

It all went black quickly...

…

Irony always finds its way into a human's life. The almost naked woman was in the same place as her little angel. She was tied up and lying on the freezing cold floor of her basement. Unfortunately alone. After straightening up, she saw her muse freed and surrounded by his sisters.

"Hahahah" this sight made her laugh.

She repeatedly banged her head on the cold ground until her head was also stained with blood. The sisters showed no reaction. The only thing they did was stopping the little boy from running to the woman.

It was over for her. She failed. The only colour she had left in this world was taken from her. The woman was aware that she made some mistakes. But who has the right to judge her. Love cannot be written down on a piece of paper. You can't judge love like that.

Oh, if I hadn't been so blinded, then probably nobody would have caught me so quickly... We'll never see each other again. Please keep your colour, Lincoln.

With concern in the white-haired boy's eyes, he saw her last smile. A large amount of blood flowed from the hopeless lady's mouth.

Ah, this sight is so beautiful. Sharing my last moment with my angel. Oh no, unfortunately I forgot to take a picture together. It's getting dark. I'll be dead soon. It's almost time. I'm about to die, I'm about to die, I'm about to die about to-

Maria Tzul died with a smile.

Lincoln himself quickly noticed that her body stopped moving. He wanted to cry out, but his sisters held him tight in a group hug. His heart was beating so hard he could throw up. He wanted to throw up.

That day Lincoln learned what the end means and what it looks like. Today he became a man.

His sisters only showed great disinterest in the corpse of Maria and only wanted to rid their brother of the sight. They took him upstairs to finally tell him what they wanted to tell him all day. They all gathered in front of him, blocked the view down to the basement and said-

"We love you, Lincoln".

No matter how nice the words should sound, Lincoln could only focus on two things. Holding his tears and looking at those eyes, those terrible eyes of love.