(Author's Note: Hello! I'm very proud to present to you the very first (English) Kid x Eruka fan fiction! Basically, I liked Death the Kid and I also liked Eruka. I couldn't sleep and BAM! This entire story played out in my mind. I hope I satisfy new and already Kiduka/Erukid shippers like me. Also, this is a bit of a Soul Eater spin on The Frog Prince, if I didn't make that clear. Enjoy!)

Introduction

A Sad Witch, Indeed?

Eruka's POV

The plan is simple: Retrieve the last of Medusa's supply of the cursed Black Blood and bring it to her safely. And without fail. I can't forget that important step, of course.

My name is Eruka Frog, humble young witch living among the dark alleys and corners of Death City. Hearing I'm a witch, you probably picture me as vicious and very powerful, fighting meisters and moving along with Kishen eggs in my spare time. I was that sort of witch once, where I hung around and had no problems in the world. That was until I found myself working, slaving, I should say, under a certain witch named Medusa.

She is... hard to explain. Some days I'm honored to be at Medusa's side, while others I just want to run away and never see her again. I've come to look up to her as a role model. While Medusa's patience is paper thin, it means the world when I do her good.

I left everything I had (my home, my family, my friends) to work for her. I did it because, through living under her rule, I caught a glimpse of what I really am beneath: *weak*. I can see how imperfect of a witch I am. And all I strive to do is get better, *stronger*, by doing all I can to please Medusa. I feel that every time I do something right, I grow a little inside. I live and breathe for her praise. I can't screw up. Not anymore...

I hold the lumpy wool satchel in both hands, afraid if I sling it over my shoulder some of the blood filled bottles may fall out. My grip is firm on the edges as I make my way through Death City as fast and as careful as I possibly can, constantly looking over my shoulders in fear of someone after Medusa's supply of this rare substance. Although the both of us have taken the strict precaution of keeping information of retrieving this last supply only to the both of us, if I come home empty handed I'm in for a world of pain. I try not to think of how she might punish me if I fail and make my way along the vacant alleys with careful footing. Growing puddles from the storm that has yet to make its leave line my path, threatening to make me slip. I scan my surroundings as I make a turn into the main streets. Reciting the order of streets in my head, I begin my way down Hollow St., laying out a map of the city in my head. I figure I'm almost home, about two more miles. "Home" meaning the hideaway Medusa allows me to live with her in, something I only earn with hard labor. I can't complain, though. It isn't all that bad.

I pick up my pace, wanting to reach home already, leave behind my worries and rest my tired legs. I'm about to turn the last corner down Salem when I hear a noise from behind me. Remembering how late it is and going through every other circumstance, I can only imagine I've been pursued all this time. That who or whatever is behind me can only be here to take Medusa's supply from me.

Damn it.

"Where do you think you're going with that?" The voice of a young man rings from behind me, stern and agitated. Then, I hear a short yet distinct clicking sound. Definitely guns. Two of them, I figure.

I slowly turn around to face him, trying to come up with a good response as I do. With the thick, puffy grey clouds hanging in the sky and only a lamppost to provide light between us, I find it difficult to make out the dark figure.

Clutching the bag in my left hand, I lift my right and tip my orange hat to him with a mischievous grin. "And who might you be?" I ask coolly, ignoring his previous question.

I see his golden eyes sharpen in suspicion under black hair, glossy from the pouring rain. "I'm not going to waste my time with stupid questions. Where are you going and what's in that bag?" I'm reminded he's armed as the metallic surface of his pistols gleam under the lamplight. This guy must be a DWMA student, by the looks of it. He's got meister written all over.

How irritating.

"How long were you following me, exactly? I'm never going to tell you, anyway." I sigh, sounding bored as I trace the rim of my hat with my fingers. "I suggest you leave me alone if you don't want to get hurt." Hoping the guy isn't bold, I begin to turn when he continues and shouts something at me.

"I'm afraid I can't let you leave," He pushes on, then murmurs something I can barely make out, "...witch."

Seeing this fight before even before he does anything, I swiftly stick out my free hand in his direction. "Soul Shield" I recite just when the guy starts to shoot. In an instant, a shimmery wall of green light illuminates right in front of me, deflecting the bullets that pelt in the next moment. It's nothing but banging and flashes of light as bullets hit my shield for the next several seconds. But the moments pass by at a snail's pace. Then, the attack comes to a sudden halt and things go quiet. Confused, I lean forward a bit to try to see the boy through the distorted surface of my shield. But... Where'd he go?

I'm too late to notice the shadow above rocketing towards me to make any move of protection. As the boy falls just above me, he maneuvers his leg in fast motion and slams his foot against the back of my head, knocking the bag out of my hand as I hit the hard concrete face first.

I go light headed as colors begin blur and my sight starts to fade. I feel myself speeding quickly towards unconsciousness until I remember my mission: Retrieve the last of Medusa's supply of the cursed Black Blood and bring it to her safely. And without fail.

...I cannot fail. I cannot fail!

I slowly bring myself up on my elbows, then knees, braving though the sharp pain in my neck as I do, and then finally struggling my way up on my feet without a single word or hurting whimper. I then see the boy, with three white stripes along one side of his hair that I can now make out, making his way with my bag like nothing.

Not knowing what else to do, just knowing I have to do something and fast, I pick up my feet and sprint towards him, my dizziness leaving just as fast as it came. A few feet away he notices me but I leap faster than he can move away. Grabbing him around the neck and wrapping my skinny legs around one of his, I lock him in a firm hold as he begins to freak out. "Get off of me! Get off!" He struggles to pry me off of his body, shaking and stumbling around, then unintentionally pressing his cheek against mine.

"N-No!" I'm caught off guard at how warm he is against me. How oddly comfortable it is being so close to someone so warm and soft. "Give me my bag, first!" I demand, shaking off my thought and hugging him tighter. Only getting a choke and more struggle to pull me off as a response, I begin to wonder why I didn't just stop him with magic in the first place.

All of a sudden, his conflict comes to a dead stop. I loosen my grip slightly, a bit dumbfounded at how fast he calms down, but surprised when he shifts the position of his head until our foreheads are pressed together, lips only an inch apart.

I've never been so utterly close to someone before, especially not a boy. Yet I can't help that bittersweet feeling that bubbles up inside me, making me want to melt in his embrace but vomit in uneasiness at the same time. I can't tell whether this is wrong or right...

Blood floods up to my cheeks and this is when I really start to wonder what I'm doing like this. So close to him. I feel his right hand being placed against my hip, his breath warm along my quivering lips. My eyes flutter for a moment then finally shut, my lips beginning to part all by themselves. Deciding to let temptation take over, I realize I can almost taste him at this point. Just. A. Little. Closer.

Then, BAM!

I'm already flying through the air before I finally realize what just happened. Shot. He shot me in the stomach when I wasn't suspecting.

Smart.

I fall to the ground with a hard, painful thud for the second time. But, this time, I don't think I'll be getting up so fast.

I watch as blood begins to ooze out of my abdomen, to numb and worn out to even help myself. From the corner of my eye, I see the boy brushing himself off, muttering to himself, then grabbing the bag in both hands like I had. Then, I hear a muffled female voice somewhere around him. One of his weapons, I guess. "Hey, what are you waiting for? Shouldn't you finish off that witch already?" As she says those words my whole body tenses up. I'm suddenly engulfed in terror as the boy looks over me, considering his weapon's notion. I state up at him, having no words left to say, just hoping he give me mercy.

As he gazes into me with those shimmery yellow eyes, I catch a flicker of what I think is pity. "She's fine." He rolls his eyes carelessly and turns around, "It's not like she's going anywhere." But I'm sharp enough to catch the moment of hesitation before he walks away. Perhaps he actually wants to help me but can't in the presence of his weapons who only want me dead. But, as he begins to disappear into the shadows, I have a feeling he won't be changing his mind.

Enough of the pain I'm going through, I decide to take action. "Sana sana corita de rana." * I murmur as I wave my hand over my stomach. I feel my skin soothe and heal itself almost instantly after I say the rhyme. I changed the words to my healing spell as a sort of joke to myself long ago, maybe to comfort myself verbally or something. I can't exactly remember.

While the pain is now gone, I can't find it in myself to get up like I did the previous time. I don't really see the point in hurrying to go home empty handed, knowing I'm going to be punished big time. "Medusa," Fearful tears begin to well in my eyes, my imagination getting the best of me, "I have failed you."

(Note*: This phrase is used by a lot of people where I live, given I'm Hispanic. My parents used to say this whenever I got hurt. In Spanish, this means "Heal, heal, the little frog tail." I just thought it'd be cute to include it in the story.)

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