Will You be My Tutor?
"Please be my tutor Kanky-senpia?!"
Kankuro turned to see the top of a rather messy head of brown hair bowing before him. Even as he stared the boy remained doubled over, not moving. Without seeing his face Kankuro didn't know who the boy was, though it was possible that even if he did see the boy's face he still wouldn't have known him. After a few moment's passed and the boy still hadn't moved he decided to speak. The only thing that would come out of his mouth was, "what?"
The boy bowed deeper. "Will you please be my tutor?!" He pleaded again. "I'll study hard and everything. I'll do anything you say."
Still dumbfounded Kankuro looked around. Most of the students that dared to walk the same hallway as a D Rank were keeping well away from him. Turning back to the boy Kankuro could tell that the boy had still not moved. "I heard what you asked." Kankuro finally said, his voice raising in anger. "What did you just call me?"
The rage in his voice was enough to make even the bravest S Rank flinch. However the boy before him didn't move. On the contrary the boy was as still as before. After a moment's pause the boy didn't answer. "Will you be my tutor?" The boy repeated stubbornly.
Now Kankuro was getting irritated. "Who are you?" The boy looked up sharply and looked straight into Kankuro's eyes.
Now that Kankuro saw his face he could defiantly say that he didn't know who he was. He had a soft face, based on the color of his tie he was in the year below him probably around 15 or 16. His eyes were small and a warm black color. He had two triangles below them that was either paint or some sort of spell. His hair now that he could see it better looked like he just rolled out of bed then got caught in a tornado. For a moment Kankuro wondered if that had something to do with his power.
"You," the boy said hesitantly. "You don't know me?"
"No idea." Kankuro repeated as coldly as he could. He crossed his arms across his chest and glared down at the boy. This didn't seem to intimidate the boy in the way it normally frightened the other classmates. On the contrary, the boy looked sad and a little disappointed. Kankuro's arms eased out of their tension at the look, his face also lost some of its anger.
The look on the boy's face disappeared as soon as it appeared. Now he was giving Kankuro a big smile, showing off pointed teeth. "My name's Kiba Inuzuka. I'm second year, P-Rank." He bowed his head again. "Please be my tutor?"
Kankuro took a step back, a little agitated. "Why do you keep saying that?!" He clenched his fist and stepped forward again. "There has to be someone better suited for that task."
Before he could say any more Kiba got right up in Kankuro's face and declared, "No, it has to be Kanky-sempai!"
Kankuro was again taken aback by the sudden closeness. He could feel the boy's breath on his face. "Don't call me that." His voice sounded obviously uncertain. He paused for a moment but Kiba didn't seem like he was going to say anymore. Kankuro stared at the boy's determined face completely lost. Why was he doing this? Then a thought came to him. "Oh I get it, this is some kind of prank isn't it?" He stepped back with an all-knowing smirk.
"Prank?" Kiba asked tilting his head to the side.
"Yeah I can see it all now. It's a dare. Whoever can talk to a D-Rank and not die wins. Well congrates, you won. Now leave before I decide to make sure you lose." That was supposed to be threatening, but it seemed to have the opposite effect on Kiba who stepped closer to Kankuro causing him to step back again.
"Oh no, it's not like that at all." He opened his mouth to say more, obviously thought better of it and closed it again.
Kankuro was fed up. He lifted his hands and from the fingers magical webbing shot out and attached itself to Kiba. Kankuro was now in complete control of his body. He could make him do anything, but all he did was force him to turn around and take a few steps away. "What part of get lost don't you understand?" Just then the bell rang. "Get lost kid, you don't want to be late."
Without a second glance Kankuro turned around and began to walk away. He had no intention of going to his own class. Instead he would go to his favorite place at the school, the roof.
As he headed up to the roof he thought about what had just happened. It was strange for anyone to come up to a D-Rank like himself, especially to ask him about tutoring him. Most D-Ranks had a C- average at best, and Kankuro wasn't really that smart. The boy, Kiba, had seemed pretty persistent though. It was rare for Kankuro to use his power on people.
His power; the ability to manipulate any object to make it move. He could even move a human being against his will. Just like a puppet. It was this ability, this dreadful ability, which put Kankuro in the Dangerous Rank. It didn't matter that he hardly used his power, or that he only did small things when he did. It was enough that he had the ability. He was the puppet master and he was going to pay for it.
With that thought burning in his head Kankuro squeezed the little puppet he kept in his pocket. It was a worn, crudely made doll that he made out of a thick sock. It had no face, only a head, two arms, two legs, and a torso.
As soon as he got up onto the roof Kankuro took out the doll and using his magic made it walk back and forwards in front of him. He leaned against the wall and sunk down to sit, watching the little puppet all the while. It calmed him down. With a flick of his wrist he made the puppet do a flip. That simple act made Kankuro smile.
Kankuro didn't like being teased, anymore than he liked being in D-Rank. Being on the roof took him away from all of that for the time being. But sooner or later he had to leave the roof. If for no other reason than because he had to report in for D-Rank class.
So finally after the lunch bell rang Kankuro left the roof and headed to the lunch room. As always some of the people got out of the lunch line as he joined it making the line full of only himself and people who hadn't noticed him yet. Soon the line was completely empty because the people either noticed a D-Rank was in line or because they paid for their food and left.
Kankuro was about to get his lunch when someone came from behind him and grabbed the tray he was about to grab. He turned around ready for a fight when he saw who it was. It was his sister Temari and she was grinning at him. "What do you want?" Kankuro asked dully, no longer in a fighting mood.
His sister took the apple off the tray and bit into it. "Who said I wanted anything?" She said through chunks of apple. Kankuro turned around and took the next tray. "Oh there was something I needed to tell you." Kankuro didn't answer. "There's this little P-Rank boy looking for you. What does he want? He wouldn't tell me."
"He wants me as his tutor." Temari choked on her apple. "Gee thanks for the vote of confidence." Kankuro said grabbing a plate of spaghetti.
"This is too good. Why would anyone want you as a tutor? Your grades are worse than mine." Temari took another apple.
"Trust me I know." Kankuro said taking the tray and heading to the cafeteria area. He sat down at the only empty table. It was left open for D-Ranks. It had graffiti all over it and a few scorch marks from past arguments. "I tried to tell Kiba no, but he's persistent."
Temari sat down across from Kankuro and stared at him for a moment. "So that's Kiba?" Before Kankuro asked what she meant she continued. "Well if he is that persistent, maybe it would be best if you took him up on his offer. Who knows maybe it'll get your grades up."
"Haha, very funny." Kankuro said through a mouthful of spaghetti. "And maybe leprechauns will shoot out my butt."
"Don't joke about that!" Temari spat. "That is one bad curse to have put on you."
The rest of the lunch break went by normally. They ate in semi silence then Temari left early; said she had someone to stalk. Kankuro finished his lunch then headed to D-Rank class. However something different happened.
Waiting outside the D-Rank class was Kiba. Kankuro stopped suddenly and was about to run the other way when Kiba saw him. "Kanky-senpia!" He ran up to Kankuro a bit faster than a normal person. "Kanky-senpai, I was wondering if you'd given any thought to my question."
Kankuro's teeth clenched. "One, don't call me Kanky. Two, I already told you no."
Without missing a beat Kiba said, "You didn't tell me no exactly. You told me to get lost."
"Well I'm telling you now, no." Kankuro turned around ready to leave this kid behind, but Kiba rushed to cut off his path. Kankuro turned again but Kiba was there again. "Why won't you leave me alone?!"
"Why won't you be my tutor?" Kiba asked. It was hard to tell what emotion he was feeling. He looked like he had an upset stomach or something.
"I don't have to give you a reason." Kankuro said. But the look on Kiba's face told him that he'd have to give an actual answer to get him to go away. "My grades aren't any good. So I couldn't help you even if I wanted to." He muttered out of embarrassment.
Kiba's face brightened. "Then we can make a study party. Just you and me studying together."
"We're not even in the same grade." Kankuro countered. He was starting to feel that Kiba wasn't going to give up easy.
He was right. "That's okay." Kiba said. "It'll help me get ready for next year."
Kankuro sighed. "Fine." With that single word Kiba's face broke into a huge grin. "Meet me at the public library after school. They usually have a room open for study parties."
"Thank you Kanky-senpai! Thank you so much."
Without another word Kiba ran off down the hall. Kankuro smirked at the young boys joy before he realized what Kiba had called him. "Don't call me that!" He called down the hall after him. He wasn't sure if he had heard him. With a sigh Kankuro headed to his class, wondering what kind of door he had just opened.