this is my first fic with Tala really being around. can't tell what going to happen, since your guess is just as good as mine. have fun while reading. if not, well, no one said you had to read this (hmm, maybe there was some point me being sarcastic..no, we can just call it me being rude. like that would be better)

Code name Armada

Chapter I, First there was a light

He was sick of it. Yes, he had gotten full points from the test. Was it enough for his grandfather? No, it wasn't. Grandfather wasn't pleased with the style he had achieved it. According to grandpa, who hated to be called that, so in regular bases he had to use it, he should have studied the whole day before the test, no matter how well he knew the subject. But instead, he had spent his day after school with Tala, visiting a new game center. It had been fun, and he didn't notice he had started smiling before he was slapped around the face.

"Kai, I have told you not to smile like a damn fool. You should man up, not behave like carefree punk." he looked into his grandfather's hard eyes. After his parents had vanished, grandpa had started bossing him around like he wasn't a human being. Just like he was a robot that should be taught to obey. He answered back against his better knowledge

"That would make sense if I would act carefree. I work for school, and I have best grades in my class. You have no reason to complain" he had only time to see grandfather's eyes flash and then he was on the ground, gasping for air.

"I told you, I won't tolerate any attitude against me. If you wish to live here and have me paying for your education, you better do exactly what I tell you to. Now go wash up and then to bed. You have early morning tomorrow" then his grandfather left the room. He looked after the figure, eyes narrowing. Only a few years, then he would be 18 and after he gets a scholarship, he won't need his grandpa at all. Then he will be free to do whatever he wants. He got up, flinching a little when he straightened his back. The old bloke could throw good punches. If he wouldn't still need the money, he would show how well he can punch. For now, all he could do to get the pressures of, was to pretend to go to sleep and then sneak out.

Later, he was hiding behind a bush, checking that the road was clear before leaving the estate. He knew where he could get the fight quickest. He needed to get back soon, otherwise he couldn't have enough time to rest so he wouldn't have bags under his eyes and neither could he hide the possible bruises he would receive there. He arrived at the park, few blocks from his house. He went to the most isolated corner and saw the gang of hooded fellows standing and sitting there and smoking something. He stepped to the view.

"Hey punks. Seems like you once again have failed to get a real life". It wasn't the first time he was here, he had noticed that fighting a gang really eased the anger he felt. And when there were multiple enemies, there was no way he could beat anyone too badly, being too busy to knock everyone out before being hurt himself. Like the last time, the sitting ones got up and the smokes were put out. Some cracked their knuckles to warm up. But they apparently had been waiting for him, since from the bushes near him appeared few men and they held on to him. Flexing his muscles, he send one crashing to the ground over his back, then kicked the one on his left, who was currently holding his hand. With the freed hand he hit the other man holding his right hand right on the face. The man let go, cursing and holding his bleeding nose. He smirked and then faced the rest of the gang that were running towards him. They surrounded him, but he felt totally calm and ready. There weren't too many opposers, so he could easily be done in time. He aimed a high kick and caught on on the shoulder. With the same movement, he ducked down, avoiding a punch and taking support from ground swirled around, holding his leg out and tripped two guys down. Quickly rising again, he throw a couple of punches. Soon half of the gang was down, and he was feeling much better. He had only gotten few blows himself, and he was clearly having the upper hand. But then his smirk faded a bit. The leader brought out a knife, and some other followed the example. It seemed he couldn't use this place as relaxing anymore. He managed to knock few more down before he took off. There was no way he could beat like ten armed guys after kicking their ass so long. It had been long day, he was tired and he didn't exactly want to get stabbed. First he wanted to show his grandfather what he could be without his help. That he could stand with his own two feet. He run, noticing he was going further away from his house. But that was probably better, he didn't want the gang to know where he lived. He noticed the group was gaining up on him, they new the area better and could move in the dark easily. Cursing he accelerated, hoping not to trip on something. He got out of the greenery and into a narrow alleyway. He was just about to dash to left when a light blinded him. Shielding his eyes with his hand, he looked to the light. There was a motorcycle with a young man on it.

"What's your problem?" at that moment, the gang yelled something and he glanced over his shoulder. He started running away when the bike started and the boy rode next to him.

"Seems you are in trouble. Jump on". He hesitated a bit, but when the closest gangers came in view with flashing knives, he hopped behind the male not taking a hold of him.

"You better hold on to me, otherwise you'll drop off in the first corner" he couldn't afford to get seriously injured, so he took a hold of the other teens waist and they were of. The bike went so fast he couldn't hold his eyes open. After a while, they slowed down and then pulled over.

"So, you mind telling me what that was about?" the boy asked, taking his helmet off. The boy had longish black hairs and bright, golden eyes.

"As soon as you tell me why would you help a stranger" the boy shrugged.

"You seemed to be in a pickle and I had nothing better to do" he shook his head.

"Then, let's just say I behaved like a carefree punk." the boy gave him a questioning look he didn't react. He got off of the bike, seeing he wasn't too far from home, started walking there. "Anyway, thanks for your help" he waved a hand and didn't turn around when he heard the engine starting again and the boy speeding away. Sure, it had been good he had gotten help, but it was also very disturbing. It hadn't felt as annoying as it should have been. And the eyes had been oddly mesmerizing.

He went back home, sneaked in and went to bed. In the morning he took a shower and left for school, just like nothing had happened. After a while, he forgot about the incident, when Tala introduced him to Brian, who was muscular guy with background of martial arts. When he needed to blow some steam, he could spar with Brian, who was good enough that he couldn't really beat him, even if he tried. It always ended up in tie. Sometimes Tala would be there too, cheering them on and yelling stupid things about leg work. The redhead new absolutely nothing about physical work, but he was a good friend to have. When he was around, things were never boring and Tala got him forget about his problems. Unless the redhead was the one causing them. Somehow, Tala got him to do stuff he didn't want to, and got him into trouble. And still, he enjoyed their time together. Those sparkling blue eyes told him that eventually all would be a mess anyway, why not have fun before it. And he agreed.

that was the chap #1. like you couldn't tell it by the fact there was no more text under this...sorry, let's call this me being tired. no point using same excuse twice. I meant reason.