Lacus' POV

"Hey, Lacus." I turned my head to see Miko Nakadai standing in front of me. "I have a question."

"What is it, Miko?" I replied as she sat down next to me. She was silent for a moment before saying something.

"What was Isaiah like when you first met him?" I looked at her in confusion. What did she mean by that? "Was he always the way he is now?" She asked again. Does she want to know what Isaiah was like? I thought as she asked this.

"Well," I began, "Isaiah wasn't always the person he was today." I giggled as I thought about him. "He always didn't look like the way he does now."

"Huh?" Miko asked, confused.

I giggled as I began.

I was reading Green Eggs and Ham when Ms. Patterson called me to her office. I walked in to see a black haired boy who couldn't have been older than 5. He had dark brown eyes and had a face that reminded me of Keith from Voltron if he went to preschool. "This is Isaiah Valenzuela," Ms. Patterson explained, "He's new here and I want you to help him through his first day here." I nodded in response.

I looked and saw him next to a woman who looked about 23 years old. "Hi!" I said, waving my hand at him, "My name is Lacus Webb! It's nice to meet you, Isaiah!" I stuck out my hand to greet him. Instead, he pulled back and hid behind the young woman. "Is something wrong?" I asked.

"He has a social and speech development issue." the woman explained. "He rarely talks at all and is easily frightened." I was confused by this. What did she mean by that?

"You and Mr. Valenzuela may go now." Ms. Patterson said. Isaiah didn't like that because he looked up at the woman next to him in alarm.

"You'll be fine mi Hijo," the woman reassured him, "I'll be back to pick you up okay?" He nodded when she said and walked off with me.

When we got to the playground, I heard a familiar voice say, "Hey Lacus!" I turned around to see a girl that I had a mutual past with. Bethany. The Japanese Nisei was wearing a white shirt that had Batman on it. "Who's the boy scout?" She inquired, pointing at Isaiah.

"This is the new kid, Isaiah Valenzuela," I replied, "He has something called a speech issue, so that means he doesn't really talk that much."

"The strong, silent type eh?" Bethany commented as she inspected Isaiah as if he was some kind of statue, "You remind me of Superman." She said as she walked away.

"She's not much to look at," I told Isaiah as Bethany walked away. Isaiah opened his mouth and whispered something. "What did you say?" I asked.

"I…...t-t-think…..s-s-s-s-s-she's k-k-k-kinda cute…." He struggled saying.

"So you can talk!" I squealed in delight, "What else can you say?" I must've pushed him a little too much because he stopped talking. "Sorry" I apologized after realizing what I did. "Why don't we get a bite?" I proposed as we walked towards the lunchroom.

"I think you're really nice you know." Isaiah looked at me when I said this. "You just need something can make you stand out!" Isaiah looked at the chicken sandwich that he had brought from home. "What do you like?" I asked after swallowing a piece of the turkey sandwich that I was eating. Isaiah shrugged as he took a bite of his sandwich. I looked at him until it was time to leave for home. "So wanna meet up again tomorrow?" I asked. The poor guy was so lonely without anyone.

"What're you talking about?" We heard Bethany ask as she sat down next to us.

"We're talking about how I met Isaiah." I replied, "and how he first met you."

"Really?" Bethany replied, "Did he ever tell you about what happened after you left?" she asked. What did she mean by that? "I take that he never told you from your faces." She sighed as she began to speak.

Bethany's POV

I was walking home by myself when I noticed some third graders following me. I tried to cut them off at an alley only to find myself being cornered. "Now there's something you don't see every day," One third grader went, "a preschooler on our turf."

"Let's teach her a lesson on what happens when preschoolers pass onto our turf." Another one commented as he cracked his knuckles. I flinched as he threw his fist at me.

"What the-?" I heard him say. I looked up to see Isaiah blocking the fist with his hand. When did he get here? Was he following me too? "Get out of the way, kiddo," the ringleader said, "Unless you wanna get jacked too," Isaiah said nothing as he just glared at the third graders.

"A-A-AAAAAAAAA UUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHH!" The boy whose fist was in Isaiah's hand screamed in pain. I looked at Isaiah's hand to see what had happened and realized that he was crushing the fist with his hand. He threw the kid after he was done with him.

"What the-?!" The leader exclaimed, "You're dead meat, kid!" he grabbed a stick and ran toward us only for him to be suddenly pushed back. Isaiah had his body in some kind of fighting position as he just focused on the older kids. Without warning, he grabbed a long stick and swung it around like a sword. Another third grader grabbed him by the neck only for him to be body slammed into the ground.

"You won't get away!" a second grader who was with the third grader screamed as he tried to swing a bat behind Isaiah's head. Isaiah simply blocked with his stick. "Huh?!" the second-grader exclaimed as he and Isaiah began to sword fight. Eventually, Isaiah got the better of him and caused him to fall on his back.

Isaiah turned toward me to see if I was okay only for me to see the leader attempt to hit him on the head with a bat. "Isaiah!" I screamed, "Look out!" Isaiah looked behind just as the bat was about to hit him. He dodged it as he picked me up and tried to carry me to safety. That was when the ringleader struck. He missed but hit me in the stomach and gave me a nasty bruise on it. Isaiah looked at my small bruise and put me outside of the alley. I remember exactly what followed: Isaiah pulled out his stick and ran towards the bullies. He jumped on one of their heads and propelled himself toward another, who thought it would be a great idea to jump on top of him.

"That's it!" the ringleader screamed until he saw something that I couldn't believe either: Isaiah lifted the boy off of his body with just one hand. That third grader had to way about 70 pounds while Isaiah was probably about 24 pounds. He lifted him up like it was no big deal. "H-how?!" the ringleader screamed as he looked at Isaiah, "W-what are you?!" he exclaimed. Isaiah seemed to open his eyes and have them glow blue. Call it an illusion, but that's what I saw. He threw the kid off of him at the leader. The kid crashed into the leader with a grunt. The leader got up and ran off, saying how he'll get him back one day.

"You okay?" I asked as I approached him. He was covered in all sorts of cuts and injuries. He nodded as he looked to where the thugs had gone. I looked at him only to realize that he really did look like Superman in this state. "You were awesome!" I exclaimed as I hugged him. Or at least I tried to. Isaiah pulled away from me. I was walking him back to the school when I brought up this: "Your name is Isaiah Valenzuela, right?" I asked. He nodded in response. "When you think about it," I continued, "Your initials look like the roman numeral for 4." Isaiah looked at me in confusion. "I think I'll call you 4 from now on!" I replied with a smile. "Do you like that?"

"Y-yes…" Isaiah replied.

"So you can talk after all!" I remarked as we went back to the preschool. Isaiah was silent for the rest of our time together. When we got back to the school his mother was there. She seemed shocked to see her son all bruised and cut up. "He did it to protect me," I commented as she asked me what had happened.

"So what did you do after that?" Miko inquired. I giggled at this.

"I decided to have some fun with him." I explained, "I thought it would be best if I got to know him better."

"Isaiah was quite the little guy when it came to certain things," Lacus giggled, "Like that one time when we tried to play blocks with him!"

"I know!" I exclaimed, "I couldn't believe it when he actually built a house out of wood!"

"Or when we decided to play house!" Lacus remarked as I laughed at that memory. "I couldn't believe it when he actually kissed you after you said that he would be the Dad and that you would be the Mom!"

"He kissed you?" Miko inquired in confusion. I blushed at that memory. One of my best moments….

"Yeah…" I replied. Miko's phone rang. When she answered it, I turned to Lacus, and said, "Why were we talking about him?"

"Miko wanted to know what he was like when he was younger." Was Lacus' reply. "That's why."

I had an idea, "Why don't we get Isaiah and hang out again for old times sake!" Lacus looked at me for a moment.

"I love it!" She replied. "I'll call him and see what he says!"

LATER….

Isaiah was waiting by the theatre when Lacus and Bethany showed up. "We're finally here!"

"I was beginning to think that you weren't going to show up," Isaiah replied.

"We would've been here sooner if someone didn't take 3 hours to get ready," Bethany remarked as she looked at Lacus.

"Well then," Isaiah commented, looking at the theatre, "Shall we go in?"

"Yes sir!" the 2 girls replied and walked in.

That's it. That's his origin. That's how Bethany and Lacus met him. I thought about going into how they met him in order to give him more depth.

Next Chapter: 2 more Primes will appear but there's going to be something different with one of them being already knowing the Primes. Also, Isaiah disappears and without his leadership, the oddest people will try to fill in his spot. And finally, people from Gilbert's past will come and expose dark secrets.

Till all are one!