Prologue

The Kindergoth could hardly believe what had happened. He looked up to see Ike staring at him from across the table. He had never really talked to the blue-clad boy before, only admired from afar. But there they sat, at a corner coffee shop, making small talk.

"So… what should I call you?" Ike looked down, his cheeks starting to flush. It made Kinder's heart nearly leap out of his chest. The youngest Goth could hardly speak as Ike took his breath away and threw it to the wind…

"G… Georgie… I suppose…" The boy looked down at his small hands. "It's not my real name, but that's what people have taken to calling me, since I got out of Kindergarten that is..." He heard Ike giggle a little.

"Well, I might as well call you something else, if we're to spend any time together… Little. I'll call you Little." 'Little' gave a nervous laugh. He wasn't sure if that was good thing. " You're in eighth grade with me, right?"

Georgie nodded. True as it was, though, Ike was really supposed to be in seventh. He was just that smart. And even being younger than Georgie, Ike still stood a good two inches taller, and more athletic as well. This most likely came from all the time spent with his brother on his various adventures…

His brother…

Kindergoth turned his head towards the warehouse across the street. There were no windows, so anything could be happening in there. Even…

"Don't worry about them." Ike interrupted his thoughts, "They're all teenage guys, they'll be fine. A little fight usually never gets anyone killed… except maybe Kenny…" And with that, the door to the warehouse opened. A very irritated Henrietta stomped her way out, towards the two middle schoolers.

"Are you two alright?"

The boys both nodded, Ike more eagerly than Georgie.

"Good." She glanced behind her, the door finally clicking shut.