(So here's chapter two! I've gotten a lot of veiws so, obviously, someone is taking an interest. For the record, I wrote thi son my phone then converted it, so go easy if there are some mistakes. Don't forget to reveiw!)


Prince + the Frog

Episode 1: Dissection Experiment

The Specimen Speaks?

Kid's POV

"Why don't you just admit it, already?" I do my best to ignore Liz by simply not looking at her while she speaks, knowing if I give her any slight attention she will suspect she's on to something. Which, of course will lead to more of her irritating begging to make me confess. I've never been one to admit to anything that concerns my feelings, now that I think about it. And I don't think I'll start today, however much I just want to shut Liz up already. "You liked that witch from yesterday." She presses on with a devious little smile across her face.

"For the last time, I don't like her." I sigh, hoping this is the last time I'll have to tell her. So much for ignoring, "Just think, what kind of Reaper would that make me if I did? She was just another disgusting witch. Why can't you just understand that?"

Crossing her arms across her chest, Liz smiles wide. "First, you didn't even kill her. If you didn't like her I'm sure you would have one hundred times over. You never just fight someone and leave, that's not like you. Not to mention the fact you took it easy on her."

Patty then perks up from behind her older sister and laughs with a big grin and rosy cheeks, "And you were gonna kiss her!"

As soon as Patty says this, I feel blood shoot up to my cheeks and I immediately have to look away before either of them can see.

I had got in that position to make sure I could get a good shot, but I hadn't realized what I had gotten myself into. Our faces were pressed together and are lips scarcely an inch apart. For a moment I had almost forgotten my plan. I almost... leaned in. *Do* I like her? The second that hideous orange hat fell off her head, she was perfectly symmetrical. Beautiful. Perfect. But above all else... a witch.

"Don't be stupid. I'd never kiss a witch in a million years, let alone have the stomach to *like* one." I spit out the lie, replaying our encounter over and over in my head. "Now c'mon, we're going to be late for class." I pick up my pace, jogging up the front staircase to the DWMA. I don't even go slowly to let Liz and Patty catch up.

I just want to be alone.

"Hey, Kid!" I hear Liz call from behind, trying to catch me, "Since when do you care if your late, anyway?"

By the time Liz and Patty come in class, their faces are beet red and beading with sweat. From my place in my seat, I look up briefly from a novel I pretend to be reading as my two weapons enter, barely missing the tardy bell. Liz scans the classroom with sharp eyes. When she spots me I duck behind the cover of my book to avoid her stare. I hear a pair of feet stomping up in my direction and curse under my breath, preparing for the worst from them.

But, after hearing the following silence, I peek my head back up and am surprised to see Liz and Patty sitting quietly in the two seats to my right. Patty is happily ripping out pages from a textbook, but my gaze goes to Liz, who is staring blankly at the space front of her, obviously too angry to look at me.

I open my mouth to apologize, but quickly shut it, realizing I shouldn't. It was their fault I ditched them. Liz and Patty sticking their noses where they're not wanted... I told them to stop multiple times, anyway. It's them that should be saying sorry. Not me.

Before things begin to get awkward in the silence between us, everyone goes quiet as Professor Stein rolls through the front door on his rolling chair, a cigarette glowing between his pale lips. "Good Morning, students." He greets halfheartedly, making his way behind his desk.

"Good Morning, Professor." Some say in unison, including Patty, who responds a bit too loud. Liz, of course, is unmoved. Siting like a statue.

We all watch as Stein places a grey case on top of his desk, smoking a puff of his cigarette before he continues, "Today, we will be doing another dissection experiment."

The class responds with a groan.

*Big surprise,* I think to myself, *what poor animal will we be taking apart today?*

As if to answer my question, Professor leans back in his chair and reaches for the board. Pulling the white string down, he unravels the white projection screen. Then turning on the projector propped up on his desk, an image slowly starts to appear on the screen. There are mummers as the picture becomes clear to us.

A frog. Great.

"Today, we will be dissecting frogs." Stein states, rolling back to his desk then beginning to mess with his case. We all lean forward a bit, even me, to see what's inside. An icy fog escapes the case once it's opened. Professor then pulls out a small plastic bag from inside, cloudy from being in such low temperature, but clearly containing a dead frog.

"Disgusting." I mutter under my breath, sickened by the sight of Stein pulling one of those slimy, dead things out for show. He's dead wrong if he thinks he can make me dissect one of those gross things.

As Stein calls up for volunteers to pass out the bagged frogs and supplies, I find my gaze going to Liz who's now fiddling with her nails impatiently. Seeing this, I finally figure out what she's trying to do. Liz is waiting out for me to apologize, and she's never going to speak or even pay me any attention until I do. But no! No, I won't fall for her little game! I'm son of Lord Death for Christ's sake. I don't have to put up with this!

"I'm sorry for leaving you and Patty earlier." *Damn you, Liz and your childish games I can never win!*

Liz gives me a sideways glance, still focused on her nails, and finally grins. "I knew you'd come around." She smirks.

I go red with both annoyance and anger but calm my emotions before I can burst. "So, we're okay now?" I ask.

It takes a few moments but finally she turns to me, an honest smile spreading across her face. "Yeah, we're okay." Liz assures me.

Before any of us can say more, Maka Albarn, siting in the seat in front of me, taps my desk and pushes a frog bag, a pair of sterile white gloves, and a dissection kit in front of me.

I glare at the plastic bag in front of me, "Disgusting." I say once more, a bit too loud this time. Sometimes I just can't help to speak my mind.

Maka gives me a curious look, "It must be hard. Being such a freak about symmetry and perfection, and then having to dissect something like a slimy frog."

I'm almost surprised at Maka's understanding, "You have no idea..." I rest my head on my hand and sigh, but then something clicks in my mind and my head shoots right back up, "W-wait! A freak? What's *that* supposed to mean?! " I question furiously.

Before Maka can even open her mouth to answer, Professor Stein calls for our attention up front, holding a bag in his hands. "Alright, once you have you're gloves on you may begin to take out your frog out from your bag." He begins to instruct us, doing exactly as he says.

I look at the other students following along with ease, some even looking excited for the experiment. Even Patty is going along with this, holding the frog above her head and grinning. All of a sudden I feel sick and can't even look down at my bag. At the ugly dead creature inside.

"Kid," Liz turns to me before I have the chance to vomit, looking just as green as I feel. "I-I'll do the experiment if you do." She chokes out the words, looking about ready to pass out.

I glace from my hideous bag to Liz, then back again. Unsure of what to say, I let out a long breath and answer, "Okay." I nod my head bravely, still very unsure.

She nods back with a nervous smile. "One," We both get our hands on our bags, sweat beading down our foreheads, "Two," We tear the plastic bags open, as hard as it is for the both of us, "Three!" Both of us reach in, faces twisted in disgust, and pull out our frogs as fast as we can.

Liz immediately drops her specimen on her palette, cringing. I'm somehow stuck, starting feverishly at the cold green creature in my gloved hands. As much as the frog sickens me, I can't help but notice the creature's perfect symmetry. It's perfectly rounded body, not too plump, arms and legs tucked equally on both sides, and rosy red cheeks on both sides of the frog's mouth.

So... symmetrical.

"This... isn't so bad." I think aloud, bringing the frog just a bit closer in my view. "Once you see how symmetrical these frogs are, they're actually kind of... beautiful."

Liz looks at me, her face as green as ever. "Easy for you to say, all you care about is symmetry. Just looking at these things makes me want to throw up." She groans.

"Well," I don't even look up from my cute little amphibian, "I guess that's what you get from being a drama queen-"

"Oh, so now *I'm* the drama queen, Mister everything-must-have-perfect-symmetry?!"

Now irritated, I lay my frog on my palette and turn to Liz. "What are you trying to say?"

"Oh, nothing. That your just THE BIGGEST DRAMA KING IN THE WORLD!"

"Am not! You're the one always nagging me everywhere we go! It's always 'Kid do this', and 'Kid don't do that'. I CAN HANDLE THINGS MYSELF!" I snap.

"Please, if it wasn't for me you'd have been Shinigami soup a *lo-ong* time ago."

"LIAR!"

"DRAMA KING!"

"IDIOT!"

"DIRT BAG!"

"LOUD MOUTH!"

"ASYMMETRICAL TRASH!"

I gasp, tears immediately welling in my eyes. I fight them back, pointing a finger angrily at Liz. "Take. That. Back!"

"Never." She shakes her head, folding her arms across her chest and clamping her eyes shut.

I'm about to jump out of my seat and strangle her, but tears come instead. Embarrassed, I cross my arms and lie my head on my desk before anyone can see, cursing under my breath.

I don't deserve to be here. I don't deserve to be alive! Asymmetrical garbage like myself should be thrown away. Off the face of the earth! I don't understand why-

"Rabbit!"

. . .

I slowly bring my head up and look over my arms nervously, my heart racing in my chest. I then see it. My frog. My specimen looking up at me, still covered with bits of frost, wide-eyed and very much *alive*. It turns its head slightly, as if intrigued by me.

I'm too shocked to have any sense. How the hell is this thing alive?! "Um... Hello, little frog." I greet way too casually, feeling ready to fall over unconscious.

The frog blinks its big shimmery eyes and continues to look at me. "Hi."

Woah, did not see that one coming.