Great Teacher Kanone by: Kounellii
Kou's comments: This fic is set back when Kanone begins to first train the BlaChil. Kanone said he trained each of them in the Spiral manga so I put them together and so I'm not basing it on Spiral Alive (where Ryouko never met Rio until later).
Disclaimer: I disclaim Spiral -Suiri no Kizuna- but I love all the characters.
- What The Cat Left -
In England, the wind tickled the young Blade Child. She shivered slightly until a boy with magenta hair placed his cloak around her. She looked up in appreciation.
"Kousuke you baka! You're late!" yelled Rio, as she closed the openings of his jacket with her hands.
"Is that how you thank someone when they've given you their jacket?" fired Kousuke back at the littlest living Blade Child. He sighed and watched as his breath formed in the early snowfall.
After a little bickering, the two continued standing in front of the Watcher's headquarters. Someone steps out from the clear glass doors, approaching their backs silently…
"BOO!"
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Rio and Kousuke at the same time. They recovered themselves and glared at a much younger Ryouko. The brunette laughed at them and soon, joined them in waiting.
Finally a black car with tinted windows drove up to them.
"About time Kirie! Jeez, you Watchers call us up here and then you come late!" muttered Kousuke as he opens the passenger seat.
"Please keep it down," said a young boy with white hair and piercing blue eyes. He was sitting in the passenger seat that Kousuke was about to take.
"Don't you tell me what to do. Just who do you think you are?" roared Kousuke as he moves to slam the door but a small hand caught it and he gently closes it.
"KOUSUKE!" exclaimed Rio as she smiles at the boy with white hair and shoves Kousuke into the backseat. Ryouko quickly climbs in and slams the door.
With a serious face, Ryouko asked, "So what's your name boy? Or don't you have one?"
At first, the boy with white hair acted as if he didn't hear. Until Ryouko started shaking the seat in front of her.
"CUT IT OUT ALREADY!" yelled Kirie with pointy demon eyes.
Finally, the young boy turns around and fixed his eyes on Ryouko's. She gives an involuntary gulp next to Rio, who was blushing and staring at him. He answers, "Before you ask for someone's name, it's only polite to give your own first."
Real smooth! thought Ryouko, Rio, and Kousuke, sweatdropping in unison. Nobody can say that with such a straight face thought Kousuke.
After introductions, Kirie drives the car in silence. We've got a lot on our hands. A kid with no manners who hates the kid with an icy heart, a fan girl of icy-boy, and a tomboy. All a bunch of brats! She thought exasperatedly as she remembers she had to switch to a lollipop over a cigarette for these kids.
An hour later Kirie made a rough turn into a long driveway. The estate had a tall black iron fence surrounding it. They each filed out and followed the Watcher into the mansion.
Many servants bowed down to them, making Ryouko, who was born in Japan, keep bowing over and over in return until Kousuke called her stupid.
"Well, that wasn't gentleman-like," said a pleasant voice. They all looked up at a boy with yellow eyes and short orange hair as he descended down the spiral staircase (heh).
"Hey kid! Took you long enough to come down here. Alright, you four, this guy is just like you. His name is-" began Kirie but was cut off. They stared at Kanone.
"Kanone. Kanone Hilbert," introduced Kanone as he half-bowed to them.
"Er… so? I didn't come all the way here to meet another Blade Child. Now hurry up and show me the guy who will make me stronger," growled Kousuke. But immediately he gets both cheeks shoved by Rio and Ryouko.
"Ehem, please excuse this fool. He's not nice, but we are. So I have to say, I'd like to get this training overwith so don't get in my way," warned Ryouko.
"You must be Ryouko judging from your lack of feminism. But I can teach you about that later. Since you're all eager to train, let's start you off with walking down the stairs," said Kanone, smiling serenely.
"SAY WHAT? D-don't tell me… you're our teacher? YOU'RE WEARING A WEIRD KITTY CAT SWEATER!" yelled Ryouko, offended and irritated by his Cheshire cat-like smile.
"And how does walking down the friggin' stairs count as training?"
Touching his finger to his chin, he responds delightfully, "By wearing these!" As Kanone easily lifts a small anvil. Four servants had dragged 4 sets of anvils and were panting heavily.
"S-sir, w-we've brought gasp your toy anvils wheeze a-as you requested," finished the servant as he faints straightaway.
"TOY ANVILS MY BUTT!"
And little Kanone just smiles.
EXTRA: This fic is inspired from the book cover of vol. 5 (not the cover flap) of Eyes trying to throw a knife but instead, hits Kanone square in the face… ouch! Please review and suggestions for torture-er, training, are welcomed.