AN: Yes, this is late and I'm sorry. I've just been very busy so... I decided to give you guys a new chappie as a Christmas Present.

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Prince + the Frog

Episode 2: Make a Wish

Kid Makes a Deal?

Kid's POV

This is fine. This is okay. After Liz called me asymmetrical, something must have sparked in my brain, causing me to hallucinate my frog speaking. I'm still unsure, though, whether it's alive or if that's also part of the hallucination.

The amphibian blinks again, starting up at me in fascination. I shut my eyes tight, "It's all in my head. It's all in my head. It's all in my head. It's all in my head. It's all in my-"

"Hey, you know I'm not a part of your imagination. I really can talk, you know." A voice speaks to me, sounding more animal than human in a high pitched croak.

This time, I don't hesitate to look up. I fall back away from the frog, still looking me over, not sure what to say or do.

After another moment of being frozen in my seat, I find my hands reaching for Liz, not taking my eyes off the frog who gives me a strange look. "L-Liz." I find her shoulder and shake furiously.

"What? What is it?" She slaps my hand away as I point her attention to my frog specimen, turning to look between the two of us. Liz makes a whining noise in her throat, her whole face turning a sick green.

"What, haven't you people ever seen a frog? Ribbit." The frog croaks, and at the sight of Liz going pale, I realize I was never hallucinating.

"Oh my god," Liz gasps, composing herself to a decent state. "Did that thing just..." She trails off as I nod my head slowly, still in complete shock.

"Well, are you guys just going to sit there because I'm freezing my tail here." The green creature says with a shiver.

It takes a long moment of hesitation, but I somehow manage to spread my hand out before the little frog, upon which it climbs into, looking slightly unsure to trust me.

After a long pause of just staring down at it, I finally get the stomach to ask, "How... How can you talk?"

It turns its head to the side slightly, as if confused. "How can you talk? Because you just can, right? Same goes for me."

"B-but frogs can't talk." Liz finally speaks, looking slightly better than before.

"But I'm actually not a frog."

I consider this. "So you're... human?" I ask.

"Yeah, exactly."

So many questions bubble up in my mind at once, "But... how?" I settle for this one question, figuring it's the one that tempts me most.

Liz suddenly grabs a hold of my shoulder and looks at me with serious eyes, "Stein's coming!" She whispers, gesturing to Professor who's walking up the steps in our direction. "If he sees that frog, he's going to freak out and want to take it apart himself!" She says sharply between her teeth, yanking my clothes nervously.

I look over the perfect little creature in my hand, shivering under the frost on its pale green skin, giving me the biggest, most completely innocent eyes I've ever seen, begging for mercy. The sight brings tears to my eyes, not being able to take so much symmetrical cuteness I give in with a sigh. "Fine," I say to Liz, looking back to the frog once more, "Quick, play Dead!"

The creature gets me and is quick to end its shivering and shut its eyes closed, selling death so well I almost wonder if it really did just die on me. "When Stein comes, you have to make sure he doesn't get his hands on the frog." Liz leans and whispers, scarcely loud enough for me to understand.

"Why do you care, anyway?" I ask, confused at her sudden shift in personality.

Liz's eyes widen, as if she wasn't expecting me to catch on. She folds her arms again and looks at me like I'm crazy. "I don't. It's... nothing." Liz states at me through sharp eyes, "What, do you want the frog person to die? That's really messed up, even for you Kid." She ends with a stubborn huff.

I roll my eyes and brace myself for Stein's arrival. He moves down our row and comes up right behind us, puffing a cloud of smoke before he speaks. "Is everything okay here? I heard you two yelling at each other just a moment ago..." He inquires behind those thick glasses.

Before I can open my mouth to respond, Liz speaks up, cutting me off. "Oh, it was nothing! I was just feeling really sick and Kid was just trying to calm me down. It took a little persistence but I'm all better now see? Haha!" She laughs nervously with a wide grin spread across her cheeks, obviously doing her best to sound authentic.

You're such a terrible liar, Liz.

Stein is quiet for a moment, his eyes unreadable being those round glades- and I'm beginning to wonder he bought Liz's story. "If your all better now," Stein begins, "then you shouldn't have a problem continuing the assignment." He states plainly.

Both Liz and I go white in shock. Damn, we should have seen this coming. And to make it worse, Stein stays standing behind us as we both slowly turn back around. I lay my frog, whose heart I feel racing in my palm, down on the blue palette. I reach for the small nails in the kit, still feeling Stein's gaze slowly burning a hole through me, and position the amphibian on its back. I'm about to stick one of the nails through its hind legs with shaking fingers when a loud noise to my right startles me.

There are gasps among the class as I turn to see Liz lying in the floor in an awkward position, twitching and grunting like a tranquilized animal. My eyes widen, utterly dumbfounded.

Stein immediately kneels down to her level and examines her, everyone jumping out of their seats to come see, causing commotion. It's Maka, though, who pushes past everyone and comes to Liz's side, bowing next to Stein. "What happened? Is Liz okay?"

I'm wondering why Liz just fainted out of nowhere when she was feeling just fine before. She'd gotten over her sickness over the frog, so... Why? Then I finally realize it. She's faking it. Liz didn't want Stein to see the frog or have it dissected. Liz is trying to buy me time.

I have to leave. Now.

As Maka and Stein converse about Liz's condition, I slowly back myself away from them, then slipping silently through the crowd of students fighting for a good view. Luckily, all of them are too focused on Liz to notice me sneak my way across the classroom and out the front door. Once I'm on the outside, I let out a breath and continue my way down the hallway, searching for somewhere to hide.

"Is the coast clear? *Geck-oo.*" The frog questions from its place in the palm of my hand, opening one eye to look at me.

"Not yet," I whisper, glancing around the hall, "Keep quiet until I say it is."

"Right." I close my hand around it, him, her- whatever- as a cautious movement in case Stein happens to come at me from nowhere.

Why do I even care about this frog so much, anyway? Sure, the animal has beautiful symmetry, but that doesn't explain why I'm doing this. Maybe it's because it's not an ordinary frog but a person somehow trapped in this form. How? Why? When? I can't stop my conscience from guiding me, saying I can't just let this creature slip from my hands. That I have to stop and listen.

I'm starting to worry when I finally see an opening for escape: a janitor's closet down the hallway left of me. Picking up my pace, I look over my shoulder just to be safe, making my way and opening the door, thankful it's open.

Once inside, I shut the door behind me and feel the wall for a switch. I flick the lights on and am met with the repulsive sight of a very an asymmetrical closet full of mops, brooms, and various cleaning supplies.

"Are we safe yet?" The frog asks from between my hands.

I shove the green thing in my pocket, "Almost. Now keep quiet!" I whisper, sighing and rolling up my sleeves.

Exactly eight minutes later, (I keep glancing at my watch to make sure to keep a good pace to reach this time) I roll my sleeves back down and sit down on a stool. "Coast is clear." I say, pulling the frog out of my pocket and resting it in the palm of my hands.

"Ugh," It croaks, "It was so stuffy in there, what took so long?"

I look around the now beautifully symmetrical closet and sigh to myself, "Nothing."

The small frog looks at me curiously but says nothing for the longest time, beginning to creep me out with those big, symmetrical eyes as they burn into me. "Eh… are you going to say something?" I sweatdrop, wanting to look away.

"What do you want me to say?" It questions.

"You can start by explaining how you ended up a frog, given you told me you were actually a human earlier." I respond with a sigh. Human or not, it doesn't seem the smartest thing in the world.

"Oh, okay. -Geckoo- I'll tell you." It starts, suddenly hoping off my palm and sitting on the ground in front of me. "Truth is, I'm a witch. I have- or had, I should say- the magical ability associated with my essence animal, frogs." It began to explain, "One of my magical abilities was to transform myself into an actual frog, as you can see."

"Recently, I have been living under my employer, Medusa Gorgon-"

I instantly raise a brow at Medusa's name. This witch was working for Medusa?

"She's very strict and not to mention powerful," The frog continues, "But to sum it all up, I failed miserably on an important task she entrusted to me. Medusa was furious, and in my fear I instinctively transformed into a frog. That was my mistake, though. When I did, she set a Soul Lock spell on me to where I couldn't change back into my human form." It stayed quiet for a moment before proceeding, "I was thrown out into the streets where that Dr. Stein picked me up and threw into a freezing cold icebox." It explained.

"And now, if I can't reach Medusa in time, her lock spell will become permanent and I'll be cursed as a frog for the rest of my life." The frog raised its voice, suddenly beginning to shiver again as if a cool breeze had come over its body.

No, not it but her. No matter how much I couldn't believe it, there was a girl stuck inside the small body of that frog. And she was afraid.

I hated to admit it, but even though she was a witch, the very beings this academy hunted next to Kishen eggs… I couldn't help but feel bad for her. Just the thought of being in such a horrible situation gave me chills.

"Is… there any way I can help?" I couldn't believe I was actually asking. This went against everything I believed in as a meister.

No, as a shinigami.

The female amphibian looked at me strangely, "Y-you want to help me?" She questioned in awe.

"Honestly," I began, "I feel like I'm making a horrible decision just for trusting you." I admitted, the wheels in my head beginning to turn. "But now that I think about it, I really have no reason too. Why would I even help a witch? For all I know, you're just a part of some criminal plan to take down this academy."

Worry lines instantly blushed across her small head as she struggled respond. "N-no, that's not it at all! I would never do that, but please, I just need your help." She begged desperately, interlocking her small frog hands as her sweat dropped.

That was terribly cute, I almost shed a tear at how beautifully symmetrical she was at that moment, but forced myself to look to the side, "Why should I help you?" I asked sternly.

"Because," She had to think for a moment, "I-I can grant you a wish if you do!" She suddenly exclaimed, raising those tiny green arms with a smile that looked forced.

I couldn't help but snicker at her sad attempt to win me over. "Preposterous," I snorted.

"I-It's true!" She pushed on, suddenly taking a leap on my shoulder. "Just imagine," She croaked, facing the direction I was and outstretching a hand in wonder, "Anything you want in the whole world..."

"Likely story." I rolled my eyes.

"I swear I'm not lying," She continued to tell me, "One of my magical abilities, while I haven't used it yet, is to grant someone I feel worthy the ultimate wish. It's only a one-time thing, though. So I can just find someone who will believe me and give the wish to them." It almost sounded like a challenge.

A wish. Anything I want. I couldn't even begin to list the possibilities of a record of things I could ever want.

"Anything I want?" I repeated out loud, my eyes starting to cloud over.

"Anything…" The frog said smoothly.

A world… completely symmetrical. The beauty… "And all I have to do is make Medusa change you back into a human?" I questioned for confirmation, my thoughts a bit hazy.

"Geck-oo!" She croaked, which I figured was a 'yes'.

I instantly removed the frog from my shoulder and carried her in the middle of my palms, giving her a smirk. "It's a deal." I agreed firmly.

Her eyes lit up immediately when I said this. "Really? You'll help me?" She beamed.

"Sure," I smiled, standing up, "Anything for a world without asymmetry."

"Eh?" She titled her head to the side.

"Nothing." She'd figure it out sooner or later. "Anyway, we better get going if we want to change you back in time. Well, I at least want you to meet Liz and Patty." I corrected, walking towards the door slowly.

"Sounds good," she gleamed, giving me the most genuine smile I'd ever seen. Even for a frog, I could easily see the ghost of a girl shining through. For a second, I had to wonder what she really looked like, when I suddenly jumped up in realization.

"I'm Kid, by the way." I told her, pretending she was a perfectly normal human being.

The frog looked at me curiously for a moment, "Eruka." She said lightly.

Eruka. It sounded nice.

"Well, Eruka, I hope I can change you back in time." I admitted. I mostly craved that wish, which I know sounds greedy, but there was also some pity that I felt for the frog girl.

But I guess I would have to wait until I could fully trust her, although she seemed pretty harmless. She was a witch, and I had to be cautious.