Disclaimer: I do not own Galaxy Angel. This series was created and published by Broccoli. The original character designs are by Kanan. All respect and copywriter ship goes to Kanan and Broccoli.

Author comments beforehand: eh…This is risky business, making two fanfictions at once, especially since this one's gonna be a three chapter like "JEWEL". Well, I wanted to do a fanfiction about Tact, since I like him. He's brilliant, fun, loving and somehow, he tries to be laid back even though he has the greatest intelligence in the GA games and manga. Well, this fic is gonna be like…time. Birth/Childhood, Teenage years, Adult, and then, it'll be like a closing to GA II. I guess this sucker's gonna be more than three, but we'll see?

Well, here's the Tact Mayers fic, please enjoy and show respect for Tact Mayers :3

A Flight through Life

A Tact Mayers Fanfiction

ARC I

Birth and Childhood

It was a soft day, softer than the worlds could give. The sky was a deep blue; clouds, white and fluffy, painted the sky in small bunches. The grass was a brilliant green with flowers dancing along next to the blades. In the distance, through summer trees and dirt roads, houses; small and quaint, lined up next to each other with only white fences separating them. Our story begins at the house in front of us, which reads "12 Green Vuille Lane". Inside, there were cries, soft and desperate. With doctors all around, a nervous husband outside the bedroom and commotion, it seemed different. Something has happened.

Inside the bedroom, the nurses changing bed sheets and bustled around, speaking a mile a minute. The woman in the now clean bed; was a young maiden, her long, navy blue hair brushed over her shoulders. Her brown eyes, the color of warm chocolate gazed down at her newborn baby, her son. He was tiny and fragile, but yet he was strong. He had the button nose, chubby, reddish cheeks, small pink lips, tiny hands and feet…a perfect baby in the eyes of anyone.

Soon, the father came in, his brown eyes sparkling with joy and his well kept black hair making him more fatherly by the second. He knelt by his lover and gazed down at his child with love.

"He's beautiful…I can't believe this boy's our son!"

The maiden chuckled and rubbed her head against the man's neck. "But he is. I couldn't be happier with him."

"Shall we name him then?"

"Yes, that's sounds like a plan."

There was a quick pause. The silence was almost like music. The woman smiled; her lips moving.

"His name will be Tact."

And so it was. The child, now named Tact, was everything the parents could ever want. Even during his time growing into a child, he was wonderful to the parents. The way he ate his food, the sound he made when he cried, the laughs he made when bath time was given, the peaceful nights with the occasional wails; the experience was wonderful to the parents. They gave the entire world to this boy.

And, as time, went on, the boy's body grew, he learned how to walk, he spoke words, his blue hair grew out and his eyes sparkled with the same charisma as his parents. Tact became the happiest boy in the world, growing up in a small town on his lovely planet.

"MAMA!! MAMA!! Come over here!"

The boy was now a young age of eight. Tact was on top of a wheat covered field, waving his arm wildly. His face was smothered with a toothy smile and his brown eyes shown with the sunlight. His mother followed up the hill followed by his father. Tact turned around to a farm scenery, with a red barn, a country house and cows decorating the field. Not too far off was a tree with a small lake next to it. Tact took his parent's hands, dragging them down the hill. His mother smiled, her dress blowing in the wind while his father gave the same toothy smile as his son. Once they reached the bottom, Tact burst away and ran straight to the house.

Once he came up to the door, his hand was knocking against the wooden thing like lightening. He paused and smiled widely as the door opened. An old lady appeared, her grey hair tied up in a bun. Tact's mouth opened happily and he shouted.

"GRANMAMA!!!"

He shot into his grandmother's harms, embracing the lady like no tomorrow. She chuckled softly, wrapping her aged hands around the boy. The mother soon appeared behind Tact and smiled.

"It's nice to see you again, Sakura."

Sakura, the grandmother, smiled softly. "As to you, Yuri-san." The father smiled at his wife and his mother. "Hi, mom."

"Well, if it isn't my son, Daisuke! I see you're doing fine. Please everyone, come in."

Tact scrambled inside with his parents following. Sakura closed the door and watched her grandson hug his grandfather with the same passion.

"Grandpapa! We're gonna go fishing and we're gonna roast potatoes again like last time, right?"

The old man smiled. "Of course, Tact! If we didn't do so, then it wouldn't be much of a visit, now would it?" Tact's eyes flashed and his face widened with glee and he hugged his grandfather again.

"Souji-kun? Can you milk the cow?"

The grandfather stood up. "Alright Sakura." He looked down at tact and flashed him a grin, rolling up his sleeves. "We,, Tact, shall we get going?" Tact stood straight and saluted to his old man. "Yes Commander Mayers! To the cows!"

The two marched out the door as if they were in the military. They continued marching to the barn. Souji opened the doors and let Tact march his way over to the only cow in the bar, the only female cow. Tact saluted to the cow and then stood on his tip toes, taking the cow's muzzle gently.

"Hello, remember me?"

The cow responded by licking Tact's face. Tact broke out laughing, touching the cow slobber on his face. "So you do! Great! I hope you don't mind, but I'm gonna milk you today!" The cow mooed in response. Tact ran over to the end of the barn and grabbed a stool and a bucket. Souji walked over and continued to watch his grandson sit down on the stool and placing the bucket over the cows utters. The boy rolled up his sleeves and took two nipples gently, squeaking down letting cow milk come out into the bucket. Tact continued his task, a confident grin appearing on his face.

Soon, after three hours of milking the cow, there were ten buckets filled with cow's milk. Tact stood up and whipped the sweat from his brow with his arm. "MISSION COMPLETE!"

Then, the boy and the elderly man carried the buckets over to the refrigerator and placed it in bottles. After that, they went back to the house and enjoyed a family dinner. Laughs were carried along the summer breeze and the sky greeted the family with night. The bulls were soon pulled into the barn and a fire was started near the lake. The glow of fire and fireflies danced around the family as they sat around the blaze, roasting potatoes. Tact smiled, closing his eyes, taking in every bit of this moment.

The next moment, his eyes were open, and it was raining. He was older now, the age of eleven. He stood in front of his grandmother's newly dug out grave, watching a black coffin descend into darkness. There were soft sobs behind and around him. His father looked down at the grave and his mother cried. Tact's eyes were paved with grey and his lips were parted, just staring at the grave. Soon, as the grave was being covered, people left until Tact was the only one there; his black suit completely drenched and his hair just the same. He smiled sadly, rain and salt tears running down his face.

"Grandmama, you're finally with Grandpapa…" He paused, searching for words. "Grandmama, before you died, I decided on something. I'm switching from public school to a different school…"

Tact looked up at the sky, the rain falling harder than ever.

"I'm going to Transbaal Military Acedemy."

ARC I: Birth and Childhood

END

Man, I wanted to write this for awhile. I'm sorry, but I gotta do this. xD; I feel bad too, since I'm writing "JEWEL" too. Aw well.

I hope you liked this, chapter 2 is on the way

Music inspiration: Ayumi Hamasaki