The Frog Prince
Hey! Look! Fic!! XD
Pairing: Ryoda
Rating: PG for some cursing
Disclaimer: ...If I owned them, I wouldn't be writing fic about them, okay. I would just make them act it out for me.
Summary: Exactly what it sounds like... XD Ryo and Ueda as the princess and the frog.
Author’s Notes: Many thanks to terialk for the beta. &hearts
Once upon a time, in the big and prosperous city of NewS, there lived a prince by the name of Nishikido Ryo. He was the self-proclaimed sexiest man in the entire kingdom, but no one disputed it because it was kind of true. And kind of dangerous. Prince Ryo wasn't exactly known for his good temper, and it was said that anyone who spoke badly of him would never be seen again on the face of the earth. After all, Prince Shigeaki had disappeared without a trace two days after a disagreement with his fellow noble. Even if that was just a coincidence, most of the court had seen Ryo turn those who offended him into piteous, sniveling wrecks with his famed poison tongue.
All in all, despite his diminutive stature, Nishikido Ryo was not a person to be trifled with.
On good days, though, he was a decently amiable man who fancied himself a musician. Out of all the luxuries available to him, his favorite was a golden iPod, and in his free time, he liked to compose and sing. When the sun shone brightly, he could often be seen strolling in the woods with the little golden object in hand, murmuring lyrics and chords to himself as he went.
Alas, on one such day, he decided to go on a walk for inspiration, as he was accustomed to doing. Unfortunately, he was concentrating so hard on his new song that he didn't watch where he was going. So it was that he tripped on a large root along the path, and his prized iPod flew out of his hand and fell straight into a nearby pond.
Ryo was furious. He attempted to destroy the root that tripped him with his bare hands, and when that failed, he threw a fit. A very loud, very vulgar fit that would've shocked… Well. No one, really. At least not anyone who knew him.
"Why are you so upset, prince of NewS? Your curses would make the very devil blanch with fear."
The prince whirled around in surprise, but there was no one. At last, he noticed a little bullfrog by the water's edge, staring up at him with liquid brown eyes.
"Oh, this is wonderful," he snarled. "This just makes my day. First, I drop my golden iPod in a fucking pond, and now I am being spoken to by a frog. What the hell do you want, you slimy, pathetic excuse for a carbon dioxide generator?"
The poor frog shifted uncomfortably. "Er. I. Well. I just wondered if I could… help. Maybe."
Ryo snorted. "Help? What could you possibly do to help, you ugly, useless sack of meat? I'm sure your tiny head is just swimming with brilliant ideas-"
"I could get it back for you!" the frog snapped suddenly. "Unlike you, I'm not afraid of getting a bit dirty and wet."
Ryo just stared at it in shock. Did a frog just talk back to him?
"I'll get it back for you," the frog continued, "if you do something in return for me."
The prince hesitated, then thought about the hours of work contained in the small device that was currently slowly making its way into the muck. "What do you want?" he asked cautiously.
"Let me be your companion. Let me eat and drink and sleep with you, and I'll bring your iPod back, good as new."
"Look, frog." Ryo laughed. "I know I'm the sexiest man in all of NewS, and everyone wants to get in my breeches, but I didn't realize it'd extended to other species. Aren't you being a little unrealistic here?"
"Take it or leave it," the frog said firmly.
The prince paused. "You know, if I didn't want my iPod, I would never speak to you."
If the frog could roll its eyes, Ryo was pretty sure it would've. "…Okay. But that's still not an answer. Yes or no?"
Ryo tried to think of any alternatives that didn't involve getting his brand new, tailor-made doublet wet, muddy, and completely ruined and could only draw a blank.
At last, glaring at the frog to make sure it knew how much he loathed its very existence, he ground out, "Fine."
The frog bobbed its head before disappearing into the pool with a wet plop.
Great, thought Ryo. Just great. Now I'm going to have a nasty amphibian in my bed every night until the day I die. What the fuck.
Almost immediately, he began regretting his decision. After all, those songs were still in his head, weren't they? It'd be hard to recapture them, but it wasn't impossible. Did he really need that iPod back? And what if it didn't work, anyway? It'd already been underwater for some time now. There was a big chance that it was out of commission for good.
Suddenly, promising his personal space away for a tiny piece of technology that might not even work anymore seemed like a really dumb idea.
If only this had occurred to him before he'd sold his soul away.
The way he figured, he had one of two options: suck it up and let the frog have its way or break his promise completely. The latter choice made him squirm a little, but then he thought about his fine porcelain plate and goblet set and the beautiful green crushed velvet drapes imported from Kanjani, his hometown, not to mention the Arashian rugs, and his perfect percale sheets…
No, he really didn't have a choice. Even the idea of that slippery thing touching his personal possessions made him gag.
Whatever, he thought. It's a frog. Frogs don't count. And what's it going to do, anyway, croak at me?
Just then, the frog reappeared, carrying the iPod on its back.
"This thing," it panted, "is heavy."
"Well, it's gold," Ryo retorted. "What'd you expect?"
As soon as he took it back, he started walking away, speeding up every time the frog tried to catch up with him.
"Hey, wait!" cried the frog. "Wait for me! We're supposed to be companions!"
"I'm a prince!" he yelled back. "You're a frog! Just face it. It wasn't meant to be!"
With that, the frog's voice faded into the distance, and the prince breathed a sigh of relief.
* * *
"So I had a good chat with him, ne? And I think he gets it now, I really think he does! You know, it's kind of amazing what m-"
BANG. BANG. BANG.
King Yamashita-called King Yamapi by his subjects and King Pi by his close friends-looked around. "What’s that noise?"
"Your majesty!" puffed a page as he came running into the dining hall, bowing when he finally reached the table. "Your majesty, there's someone at the door. For Prince Ryo."
Ryo paused in surprise, ivory chopsticks halfway to his mouth. "For me?"
"Yes, your highness. He was very specific about it." The page gave him what could only be termed as a shit-eating grin, and Ryo made a note to have Kusano or Kusato or whatever that kid's name was demoted. Or maybe just bribe the chambermaid to stick some snakes in his cot.
Raising an eyebrow at the page, who was still grinning, Ryo stood. "I see," he murmured before turning to King Pi with a short bow. "If I may be excused…"
Even though he was sure there was some joke involved, the prince couldn't be help but be mystified. Who would want to see him at such an hour? It was a rude time to visit; most people in the city were eating dinner themselves.
When he got to the door and peered out, there was no one there.
"…" That Kusano kid was getting something worse than snakes in his bed.
"Long time no see, young Prince."
Once again, his attention was directed downwards, where he saw something glint under the flare of the torches.
"You!" he hissed, realizing with horror that it was the frog. "What are you doing here?"
The frog hopped closer-Ryo grimaced at the wet plopping sounds it made on the marble-and blinked its large eyes. "You promised to make me your companion yesterday, or did you forget already?"
"Well, I was trying to," Ryo spat, "but then you had to show up again. Go away and leave me alone, fish face!"
"But I don't eat f-" The prince didn't wait for the frog to finish its weak protest before he slammed the doors shut again and stormed back into the dining hall.
"What the hell did you call me for?" he snarled at Kusano, who was still smiling, that bastard. "Didn't you use your brain or do you just not have one?"
The boy coughed a little before answering, as if he were trying to hide a snicker. "Well, he did claim to be your oath-sworn companion, your highness."
King Pi looked between the two of them, utterly bewildered. "Ryo-chan? Why are you so upset? Who's your oath-sworn companion? What's going on?"
BANG. BANG. BANG.
"Prince Nishikido! You promised!"
The king frowned, perplexed. "Kusano, who exactly is out there?"
The page glanced at Ryo before giving that same, polite little cough. "A frog, your majesty."
Pi raised his eyebrows. "A frog? But what would a frog want with you, Ryo-chan?"
"I… dropped my iPod in the pond yesterday," Ryo replied, grinding his teeth, refusing to speak of it further. But King Pi was relentless and eventually managed to pry the entire story out of him, mostly by whining, looking confused, and being incredibly annoying.
"Ryo!" Pi looked horrified after he was done. "You promised! You can't break a promise like that!"
"But Pi!" Ryo whined in a completely undignified manner. "It's a frog! And it wasn't even a real promise!"
"There's no such thing as a fake promise, once you've said the words," Pi replied magnanimously (Ryo thought he sounded like a pompous jerk, but that was beside the point). "Kusano, go let our guest in at once."
"Yes, sir," the boy murmured before running off.
Ryo seethed quietly. Where was Shige when you needed him? Shige was smart. Shige knew how to argue things like this logically, with all his blabbering about contracts and whatnot. He didn't think he would ever miss the awkward, pretentious guy after he disappeared, but at the moment, he kind of regretted having him exiled.
Well.
"Exiled."
When Kusano returned with the frog, he brought it to the table-Ryo had to bite down hard so he wouldn't remark on how classless and disgusting it was-and set it before King Pi, who proceeded to coo over it.
"Awwww, Ryo! Look at how big its eyes are! Isn't it so cuuuuute~~?"
Ryo immediately decided that he and Pi were no longer friends.
He grudgingly returned to his dinner, which was growing cold after all the commotion. It's just as well, thought Ryo, stabbing viciously at a piece of asparagus. He'd completely lost his appetite, anyway.
"Ryo."
"What?" he snapped. King Pi just looked at him expectantly.
"Oh, for goodness sake…" he muttered before shoving his plate-his beautiful, fine porcelain plate-towards the frog.
"You're not going to finish?" it asked.
"I'm not hungry," Ryo ground out, crossing his arms and glaring at everything he set his eyes on.
"Oh," the frog said quietly.
For the rest of dinner, Ryo sat and endured the king's exclamations over how adorable the frog was and how cool its extendable tongue was. When he felt like his eyes would fall out if he rolled them anymore, he muttered an angry excuse and stood to leave.
"Take me with you!" When Ryo turned around slowly and glowered at him, the frog added, "…Please?"
Ryo stared at Pi disbelievingly, but the king only raised an eyebrow in reply. Scoffing, he picked the frog up by a squishy, slimy foot and held him as far away as his arm could reach, away from his exalted personage. As soon as he was back in his room, he threw the frog down next to his Arashian rugs and stomped off to change out of his heavily brocaded dinner outfit, which suddenly felt suffocating.
"Hey, Ryo-chan, you play guitar?"
Immediately, he ran back out again, shirt half-laced. "DON'T TOUCH THAT!"
The frog blinked at him from beside the sleek black Stratocaster that was Ryo's pride and joy.
"And don't call me that, either! You don't have the right! We're not friends, okay? We're not anything!" he said furiously. "You did me a favor. Great. Thanks. It doesn't mean I want you here! And what kind of person comes up with these kinds of underhanded requests, anyway? Oh, wait…" Ryo sneered handsomely (He knew this because he practiced in the mirror everyday. Not that he really needed to, since he always looked good, anyway, but he wanted perfection for moments like this.) "I'm sorry. I forgot. You're not human."
"That's not my fault!" The frog actually had the nerve to sound upset. "I didn't ask to be a frog, you know! And the least you could do is show some gratitude-"
"I'll show you gratitude," Ryo replied scathingly, before he picked the frog up bodily and threw it against the wall. It landed with a surprised croak and a thick smack.
And then…
Well.
What hit the wall was definitely a frog.
What slid down to the ground was something different altogether.
Ryo sputtered at the young man who was currently sitting on his floor, groaning and clutching his head in his hands. He didn't recognize him at all, though the curtain of brown hair in front of his face completely obscured what wasn't hidden behind neat pianist fingers.
"Who the hell are you?!"
The young man groaned some more, then stood up slowly and peered at Ryo through long, dark bangs. Ryo felt himself go slackjawed, and a little voice in the back of his mind started screeching about how stupid that expression looked on everyone. But he couldn't hear it through the numbness that had settled over the vast majority of his brain.
Holy shit, thought Ryo rather dazedly. He's…
The youth smiled brightly, and Ryo felt his breath hitch just a little bit.
"They call me Ueda Tatsuya," he said. "I used to be the king of KAT-TUN until the enchanter Gackt put a spell on me."
Ah, thought Ryo. That explains so much.
"He said it wouldn't be broken until I met one of royal blood with a kind heart. Except…" Ueda blinked at Ryo, staring with those big, big eyes. The frog's eyes, Ryo realized belatedly, which had never looked quite amphibian. "You don't seem very kind, Prince Ryo."
Ryo helplessly opened and closed his mouth several times, feeling very much like some kind of dumb fish when no sound escaped. "But… I… Well, the spell certainly thought so!" he finally burst out.
Oh, god. That was so retarded.
But Ueda was laughing.
"You're cute when you're not mean," he giggled, ruffling Ryo's hair.
Ryo just glared at him and pouted.
Back to the Johnnyland Index
So I'm in a class on fairy tales this semester, and we have to read different versions of one every week. And seriously, the Grimms' version of "The Frog Prince" is some awesome crack. The princess really does throw the frog against a wall to turn him back into a man. They don't kiss or anything. o.O So much for the vague semblance of romance. XD
Anyway, this class is also how this whole fairy!tale!JE thing was born. x.x I have a few more planned out, and it all works out frighteningly well... o.O But! I hope you guys enjoy it. Please feel free to leave a comment with critiques and such!
Pairing: Ryoda
Rating: PG for some cursing
Disclaimer: ...If I owned them, I wouldn't be writing fic about them, okay. I would just make them act it out for me.
Summary: Exactly what it sounds like... XD Ryo and Ueda as the princess and the frog.
Author’s Notes: Many thanks to terialk for the beta. &hearts
Once upon a time, in the big and prosperous city of NewS, there lived a prince by the name of Nishikido Ryo. He was the self-proclaimed sexiest man in the entire kingdom, but no one disputed it because it was kind of true. And kind of dangerous. Prince Ryo wasn't exactly known for his good temper, and it was said that anyone who spoke badly of him would never be seen again on the face of the earth. After all, Prince Shigeaki had disappeared without a trace two days after a disagreement with his fellow noble. Even if that was just a coincidence, most of the court had seen Ryo turn those who offended him into piteous, sniveling wrecks with his famed poison tongue.
All in all, despite his diminutive stature, Nishikido Ryo was not a person to be trifled with.
On good days, though, he was a decently amiable man who fancied himself a musician. Out of all the luxuries available to him, his favorite was a golden iPod, and in his free time, he liked to compose and sing. When the sun shone brightly, he could often be seen strolling in the woods with the little golden object in hand, murmuring lyrics and chords to himself as he went.
Alas, on one such day, he decided to go on a walk for inspiration, as he was accustomed to doing. Unfortunately, he was concentrating so hard on his new song that he didn't watch where he was going. So it was that he tripped on a large root along the path, and his prized iPod flew out of his hand and fell straight into a nearby pond.
Ryo was furious. He attempted to destroy the root that tripped him with his bare hands, and when that failed, he threw a fit. A very loud, very vulgar fit that would've shocked… Well. No one, really. At least not anyone who knew him.
"Why are you so upset, prince of NewS? Your curses would make the very devil blanch with fear."
The prince whirled around in surprise, but there was no one. At last, he noticed a little bullfrog by the water's edge, staring up at him with liquid brown eyes.
"Oh, this is wonderful," he snarled. "This just makes my day. First, I drop my golden iPod in a fucking pond, and now I am being spoken to by a frog. What the hell do you want, you slimy, pathetic excuse for a carbon dioxide generator?"
The poor frog shifted uncomfortably. "Er. I. Well. I just wondered if I could… help. Maybe."
Ryo snorted. "Help? What could you possibly do to help, you ugly, useless sack of meat? I'm sure your tiny head is just swimming with brilliant ideas-"
"I could get it back for you!" the frog snapped suddenly. "Unlike you, I'm not afraid of getting a bit dirty and wet."
Ryo just stared at it in shock. Did a frog just talk back to him?
"I'll get it back for you," the frog continued, "if you do something in return for me."
The prince hesitated, then thought about the hours of work contained in the small device that was currently slowly making its way into the muck. "What do you want?" he asked cautiously.
"Let me be your companion. Let me eat and drink and sleep with you, and I'll bring your iPod back, good as new."
"Look, frog." Ryo laughed. "I know I'm the sexiest man in all of NewS, and everyone wants to get in my breeches, but I didn't realize it'd extended to other species. Aren't you being a little unrealistic here?"
"Take it or leave it," the frog said firmly.
The prince paused. "You know, if I didn't want my iPod, I would never speak to you."
If the frog could roll its eyes, Ryo was pretty sure it would've. "…Okay. But that's still not an answer. Yes or no?"
Ryo tried to think of any alternatives that didn't involve getting his brand new, tailor-made doublet wet, muddy, and completely ruined and could only draw a blank.
At last, glaring at the frog to make sure it knew how much he loathed its very existence, he ground out, "Fine."
The frog bobbed its head before disappearing into the pool with a wet plop.
Great, thought Ryo. Just great. Now I'm going to have a nasty amphibian in my bed every night until the day I die. What the fuck.
Almost immediately, he began regretting his decision. After all, those songs were still in his head, weren't they? It'd be hard to recapture them, but it wasn't impossible. Did he really need that iPod back? And what if it didn't work, anyway? It'd already been underwater for some time now. There was a big chance that it was out of commission for good.
Suddenly, promising his personal space away for a tiny piece of technology that might not even work anymore seemed like a really dumb idea.
If only this had occurred to him before he'd sold his soul away.
The way he figured, he had one of two options: suck it up and let the frog have its way or break his promise completely. The latter choice made him squirm a little, but then he thought about his fine porcelain plate and goblet set and the beautiful green crushed velvet drapes imported from Kanjani, his hometown, not to mention the Arashian rugs, and his perfect percale sheets…
No, he really didn't have a choice. Even the idea of that slippery thing touching his personal possessions made him gag.
Whatever, he thought. It's a frog. Frogs don't count. And what's it going to do, anyway, croak at me?
Just then, the frog reappeared, carrying the iPod on its back.
"This thing," it panted, "is heavy."
"Well, it's gold," Ryo retorted. "What'd you expect?"
As soon as he took it back, he started walking away, speeding up every time the frog tried to catch up with him.
"Hey, wait!" cried the frog. "Wait for me! We're supposed to be companions!"
"I'm a prince!" he yelled back. "You're a frog! Just face it. It wasn't meant to be!"
With that, the frog's voice faded into the distance, and the prince breathed a sigh of relief.
* * *
"So I had a good chat with him, ne? And I think he gets it now, I really think he does! You know, it's kind of amazing what m-"
BANG. BANG. BANG.
King Yamashita-called King Yamapi by his subjects and King Pi by his close friends-looked around. "What’s that noise?"
"Your majesty!" puffed a page as he came running into the dining hall, bowing when he finally reached the table. "Your majesty, there's someone at the door. For Prince Ryo."
Ryo paused in surprise, ivory chopsticks halfway to his mouth. "For me?"
"Yes, your highness. He was very specific about it." The page gave him what could only be termed as a shit-eating grin, and Ryo made a note to have Kusano or Kusato or whatever that kid's name was demoted. Or maybe just bribe the chambermaid to stick some snakes in his cot.
Raising an eyebrow at the page, who was still grinning, Ryo stood. "I see," he murmured before turning to King Pi with a short bow. "If I may be excused…"
Even though he was sure there was some joke involved, the prince couldn't be help but be mystified. Who would want to see him at such an hour? It was a rude time to visit; most people in the city were eating dinner themselves.
When he got to the door and peered out, there was no one there.
"…" That Kusano kid was getting something worse than snakes in his bed.
"Long time no see, young Prince."
Once again, his attention was directed downwards, where he saw something glint under the flare of the torches.
"You!" he hissed, realizing with horror that it was the frog. "What are you doing here?"
The frog hopped closer-Ryo grimaced at the wet plopping sounds it made on the marble-and blinked its large eyes. "You promised to make me your companion yesterday, or did you forget already?"
"Well, I was trying to," Ryo spat, "but then you had to show up again. Go away and leave me alone, fish face!"
"But I don't eat f-" The prince didn't wait for the frog to finish its weak protest before he slammed the doors shut again and stormed back into the dining hall.
"What the hell did you call me for?" he snarled at Kusano, who was still smiling, that bastard. "Didn't you use your brain or do you just not have one?"
The boy coughed a little before answering, as if he were trying to hide a snicker. "Well, he did claim to be your oath-sworn companion, your highness."
King Pi looked between the two of them, utterly bewildered. "Ryo-chan? Why are you so upset? Who's your oath-sworn companion? What's going on?"
BANG. BANG. BANG.
"Prince Nishikido! You promised!"
The king frowned, perplexed. "Kusano, who exactly is out there?"
The page glanced at Ryo before giving that same, polite little cough. "A frog, your majesty."
Pi raised his eyebrows. "A frog? But what would a frog want with you, Ryo-chan?"
"I… dropped my iPod in the pond yesterday," Ryo replied, grinding his teeth, refusing to speak of it further. But King Pi was relentless and eventually managed to pry the entire story out of him, mostly by whining, looking confused, and being incredibly annoying.
"Ryo!" Pi looked horrified after he was done. "You promised! You can't break a promise like that!"
"But Pi!" Ryo whined in a completely undignified manner. "It's a frog! And it wasn't even a real promise!"
"There's no such thing as a fake promise, once you've said the words," Pi replied magnanimously (Ryo thought he sounded like a pompous jerk, but that was beside the point). "Kusano, go let our guest in at once."
"Yes, sir," the boy murmured before running off.
Ryo seethed quietly. Where was Shige when you needed him? Shige was smart. Shige knew how to argue things like this logically, with all his blabbering about contracts and whatnot. He didn't think he would ever miss the awkward, pretentious guy after he disappeared, but at the moment, he kind of regretted having him exiled.
Well.
"Exiled."
When Kusano returned with the frog, he brought it to the table-Ryo had to bite down hard so he wouldn't remark on how classless and disgusting it was-and set it before King Pi, who proceeded to coo over it.
"Awwww, Ryo! Look at how big its eyes are! Isn't it so cuuuuute~~?"
Ryo immediately decided that he and Pi were no longer friends.
He grudgingly returned to his dinner, which was growing cold after all the commotion. It's just as well, thought Ryo, stabbing viciously at a piece of asparagus. He'd completely lost his appetite, anyway.
"Ryo."
"What?" he snapped. King Pi just looked at him expectantly.
"Oh, for goodness sake…" he muttered before shoving his plate-his beautiful, fine porcelain plate-towards the frog.
"You're not going to finish?" it asked.
"I'm not hungry," Ryo ground out, crossing his arms and glaring at everything he set his eyes on.
"Oh," the frog said quietly.
For the rest of dinner, Ryo sat and endured the king's exclamations over how adorable the frog was and how cool its extendable tongue was. When he felt like his eyes would fall out if he rolled them anymore, he muttered an angry excuse and stood to leave.
"Take me with you!" When Ryo turned around slowly and glowered at him, the frog added, "…Please?"
Ryo stared at Pi disbelievingly, but the king only raised an eyebrow in reply. Scoffing, he picked the frog up by a squishy, slimy foot and held him as far away as his arm could reach, away from his exalted personage. As soon as he was back in his room, he threw the frog down next to his Arashian rugs and stomped off to change out of his heavily brocaded dinner outfit, which suddenly felt suffocating.
"Hey, Ryo-chan, you play guitar?"
Immediately, he ran back out again, shirt half-laced. "DON'T TOUCH THAT!"
The frog blinked at him from beside the sleek black Stratocaster that was Ryo's pride and joy.
"And don't call me that, either! You don't have the right! We're not friends, okay? We're not anything!" he said furiously. "You did me a favor. Great. Thanks. It doesn't mean I want you here! And what kind of person comes up with these kinds of underhanded requests, anyway? Oh, wait…" Ryo sneered handsomely (He knew this because he practiced in the mirror everyday. Not that he really needed to, since he always looked good, anyway, but he wanted perfection for moments like this.) "I'm sorry. I forgot. You're not human."
"That's not my fault!" The frog actually had the nerve to sound upset. "I didn't ask to be a frog, you know! And the least you could do is show some gratitude-"
"I'll show you gratitude," Ryo replied scathingly, before he picked the frog up bodily and threw it against the wall. It landed with a surprised croak and a thick smack.
And then…
Well.
What hit the wall was definitely a frog.
What slid down to the ground was something different altogether.
Ryo sputtered at the young man who was currently sitting on his floor, groaning and clutching his head in his hands. He didn't recognize him at all, though the curtain of brown hair in front of his face completely obscured what wasn't hidden behind neat pianist fingers.
"Who the hell are you?!"
The young man groaned some more, then stood up slowly and peered at Ryo through long, dark bangs. Ryo felt himself go slackjawed, and a little voice in the back of his mind started screeching about how stupid that expression looked on everyone. But he couldn't hear it through the numbness that had settled over the vast majority of his brain.
Holy shit, thought Ryo rather dazedly. He's…
The youth smiled brightly, and Ryo felt his breath hitch just a little bit.
"They call me Ueda Tatsuya," he said. "I used to be the king of KAT-TUN until the enchanter Gackt put a spell on me."
Ah, thought Ryo. That explains so much.
"He said it wouldn't be broken until I met one of royal blood with a kind heart. Except…" Ueda blinked at Ryo, staring with those big, big eyes. The frog's eyes, Ryo realized belatedly, which had never looked quite amphibian. "You don't seem very kind, Prince Ryo."
Ryo helplessly opened and closed his mouth several times, feeling very much like some kind of dumb fish when no sound escaped. "But… I… Well, the spell certainly thought so!" he finally burst out.
Oh, god. That was so retarded.
But Ueda was laughing.
"You're cute when you're not mean," he giggled, ruffling Ryo's hair.
Ryo just glared at him and pouted.
Back to the Johnnyland Index
So I'm in a class on fairy tales this semester, and we have to read different versions of one every week. And seriously, the Grimms' version of "The Frog Prince" is some awesome crack. The princess really does throw the frog against a wall to turn him back into a man. They don't kiss or anything. o.O So much for the vague semblance of romance. XD
Anyway, this class is also how this whole fairy!tale!JE thing was born. x.x I have a few more planned out, and it all works out frighteningly well... o.O But! I hope you guys enjoy it. Please feel free to leave a comment with critiques and such!