Note: first fanfic, will improve as I go along, I have been a gamemaster on my past RP site so the action should be good, and I do not own Ben 10 or anything that is remotely like Ben 10.

AUTHOR'S NOTE OF GLORY: Hm. I liked that last chapter. Anyway, here is Cannon Bolt!

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It's raining.

Heatblast pressed his face against the window and looked outside. Rain. Formed by condensed water molecules that have stayed in the clouds too long. The water droplets become to heavy and therefore fall.

Or something like that.

Heatblast stepped back from the window, leaving a typical smear that he always does on windows when he presses his face up against them.

Heatblast didn't mind the rain, sure it was water and that was a nuisance to him sometimes but it didn't kill him. It was just that rain turns him into a sour mood.

Heatblast looked back outside to see the rain.

"But daddy! I don't like the rain!"

"Now Heatblast, is that a kind way to treat your dream?"

"Yes," said a mother like voice, "to be a Meteorologist is a big responsibility and a big goal. You must take risks and overcome your fears when you are dealing with the forces of nature."

"No! I do like the rain, I do like the rain. It's just that…it hurts me."

She smiled, "Follow your dream dear and no one will hurt you."

Heatblast shook his head. He looked around the room and got out an umbrella. He grabbed his fire proof materials and headed to outside.

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In a small classroom at the outskirts of the camp, XLR8 sat in her desk eagerly. She had so much energy that she had to get out of her desk and run around the room several times. She then sat back down with a big grin on her face. She checked the clock again for the 18th time.

7:00.

XLR8 turned her head to the front and said to herself, "only thirty minutes to go!"

She was referring to the fact that the camp was getting a new teacher. Rumors had it that the teacher was one of the greatest fighters in the galaxy. It is also said that the teacher personally trained Vilgax and other high officials. His fame is so popular, that generals go across the galaxy to ask for his advice.

Now he is going to teach here.

XLR8 began to tremble violently. She can't wait to be teach by such an important figure. She got here an hour early just to be on time.

The door opened.

XLR8 turned her head so fast that it made several popping sounds.

It was Upgrade.

"Oh…" she said showing one of her serious faces, "It'sssss you."

Upgrade was used to this by now and said, "and good morning to you too."
Upgrade twisted his liquid like neck around to see where the seating chart was. He spotted it on a wall near the window and walked to it. With his single eye, he located himself near the middle of the classroom. He heaved his backpack over and plopped it down on the aisle. He once again, looked around and sat in it.

The door opened again.

XLR8 once again turned her head to the door so fast it popped.

However, it was Blizzard.

XLR8 groaned as Blizzard walked into the room.

"Uh…excuse me? Is this the room where Mr. Bolt will be teaching?"

XLR8 said nothing, however, Upgrade said, "It tis, it tis."

Blizzard smiled to him and walked by the window to check the seating chart. She located it and walked near the middle of the classroom and sat right next Upgrade. Neither of them looked at each other. Occasionally though, Blizzard would peer out of the corner of her eye to see what he was doing.

Upgrade looked bored, it was sort of apparent by the way he was twiddling his fat, smooth like fingers. His head was down and his eye was looking at the floor.

Blizzard looked back to the front and thought, Interesting…

A few more aliens came in, all of them had that tired look written all over their faces. XLR8 deemed them unimportant as each of them walked into the classroom.

However, the last two caught her eye.

One of them was Diamondhead, he walked in with a serious expression planted on his face, he walked to the back of the room, checked the seating chart, and walked back to the front. He then sat down to the left of XLR8. Diamondhead got out a book and started reading it.

Inside her mind XLR8 was thinking YES! YES! YES! YES!

The last person to walk in was Heatblast, XLR8 made a face when she found out that he had to sit to her right.

The class started chatting loudly once everyone got in. Soon, the class was bustling with noise of students who were talking about whose dating who, whose hot and who was getting what in their classes. Heatblast was talking to one of his alien buddies that was sitting behind him. The only people in the class who were not talking were Blizzard, Upgrade, Diamond Head and XLR8.

Ding Dong!

The class stopped talking, that was the school bell. Which means that class has started…however, the teacher is not here yet. XLR8 started to worry that maybe he couldn't show up, maybe he was sick or dying or…something!

After a minute of total silence…they started to hear something.

Boom…boom…click!

Boom…boom…click!

Boom…boom…click!

Something was coming down the hallway, something big. XLR8 then realized that the new professor was now, walking down the hallway to the classroom.

The sound stopped.

The doorknob jiggled and then it opened.

There, walking into the classroom was an Arburian Pelarota. He was wearing a large suit that fitted him snuggly, and he was wearing some dainty spectacles that were strapped to his rather large head. He had a large top hate and he was carrying a cane in one of his hands. When he closed the door, he turned to the class and said, "Good morning class."

No answer. He turned to the class and said, "I said…good morning class."

"Good morning Mr. Bolt." Said the class in unison.

"Very good, very good. But please refrain from calling me that, please address me as either Cannon Bolt or Sir."

The class replied with a hodgepodge of mixed words that sounded like "Yes, Cannon Bolt," "Yes, Mr. Bolt," "Yes, Sir," and "Yes, Mr. Fatso."

Cannon Bolt sighed and shook his head. He put his hat onto a coat hanger and turned his back to the classroom and headed to the front, he then started to mumble to himself.

"I swear, I told them that I will teach after the Water Trial and what do they do? They give me a low pay check and a class full of stupid students."

Cannon Bolt sat down on his large chair and started writing on the desk. Every so often, he would mumble to himself about how his life was in the pits and that he needed to find a better job. The class didn't know what to do except be silent. However, XLR8 raised her hand and said, "Ssssssir?"

Cannon Bolt raised his head and focused his eyes on XLR8.

"Please stand," said Cannon Bolt.

XLR8 did so.

"Name?"

"XLR8."

"Group?"

"Group A…Sssssir."

"And what is your question…er…what was your name again?"

"XLR8, and my question wassss…aren't you ssssupose to be teaching ussss?"

Cannon Bolt looked at her and said, "What is the name of this class?"

"Errr…Philosophy Ssssssir."

Cannon Bolt stood up so fast it was alarming.

"Philosophy! Good God! I can't teach Philosophy! Out of all the classes, why did those numbskulls put me in Philosophy?"

Cannon Bolt fell back down into his chair with a large Fump! He then took out a large handkerchief and started to dry his head with it.

Cannon Bolt looked up to the startled classroom, he once again gave a great big sigh and waved his teddy bear like hand in the air.

"Well…I presume you have your books…start reading."

The students looked at each other and then to their books. Slowly, they got each of them out and started studying on the first chapter. After fifteen minutes, Heatblast turned around to his buddy behind him and started to whisper to him. It was a quiet conversation but after five minutes it got so large and heated that the whole class could hear them.

Finally, the alien said, "You can't beat me even if I was blindfolded!"

Heatblast responded this with, "AH! Go piss up a rope you freaking green man!"

"Care to repeat what you just said Mr. Heatblast?" said a deep voice.

Heatblast looked up and was startled to see Cannon Bolt looking down at him with those large eyes. Heatblast was astonished that such a big figure could sneak up on him without even he noticing. However, Heatblast quickly responded to him by saying, "I SAID: GO PISS UP A ROPE YOU FREAKING GREEN MAN!"

Cannon Bolt reacted to this so fast it was shocking, he quickly picked him up and raised him to his eye level. Quietly, Cannon Bolt said, "Make sure to come back inside when you are done playing in the rain. And also…may I speak with you after class?"

What Cannon Bolt did next would go down in camp history as one of the most coolest things ever to happen.

Cannon Bolt grabbed Heatblast with both of his hands, he then started to twirl him in midair at blinding speeds. After five seconds, Cannon Bolt released Heatblast and Heatblast went soaring through the classroom, through the window, into the rain and smacked dab into a tree. In response to this, the tree caught on fire and fell down onto the now knocked out Heatblast.

Cannon Bolt turned around and headed back to his desk. He sat back down and started working again on his papers. All of the student's jaws were open to their fullest extent.

After fifteen minutes, Cannon Bolt looked outside to see that Heatblast was still there unconscious. Cannon Bolt once again did a great big sigh and turned towards XLR8.

"Young female student…what was your name again?"

"X-XLR8."

"Yes, well, XLR8, can you please go to the medics and tell them a student is hurt? I want them to patch him up as soon as possible and back into this classroom in twenty minutes."

XLR8 nodded and left the room.

Cannon Bolt returned to his work once again. All the while, he kept saying this,

"They don't pay me enough here."