Super-frog Saves the Worlds

This is just a test. I wanted to see how people responded before I finished. I wanted to experiment with Murakami\'s style and thought that \"Super-frog\" was very anime-esque. It\'s a little more CLAMP like with hints of Miyasaki rahter than Gundam Wing, but...well you\'ll see what I mean.

If you like it please review and tell me to finish, which I will probably do anyway, but I won\'t be posting it without encouragment. This really isn\'t a normal Gundam Wing fic.

Dislcaimer: I don\'t own Gundam Wing, Bandai and Sunrise does. I do not make any money off of these stories, if I did, I wouldn\'t have nearly the debt that I\'m wallowing in right now!

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Heero Yuy found himself staring down the barrel of his gun at a giant frog sitting in his living room. Even sitting in the chair the frog seemed to be ready to jump, its knees level with its shoulders and its feet on the floor.

\"What are you doing in my house?\" Heero asked like a junkyard dog intimidating a stranger.

\"A good question,\" the frog answered with a grin that wrapped around its head, \"and one I will answer when you drop your gun and have a seat Mr. Yuy.\"

\"No.\"

\"You always were a suspicious one. That\'s very good for you, but very bad for me I suppose.\" The frog stood and filled the room. He loomed over Heero by a good two feet, nearly touching the ceiling with tops of his eyes. \"Perhaps you would like some tea. I was just going to make some for myself.\"

\"You cannot make tea,\" Heero shouted. \"You are not real.\"

\"I am as real to you as I was to Mr. Katagiri and just as real as I will be to the next person. Please take off your coat and make yourself at home Mr. Yuy. This is your home after all.\"

Heero\'s eyes tracked the frog as it walked into his kitchen, its feet slapping the floor with a dull, wet sound. When it left his line of sights Heero dropped his gun and shook his head. \"This is in your imagination, Yuy,\" he muttered. \"Get a hold of yourself.\"

\"I assure you it is not,\" the frog replied. \"I was a part of Mr. Murakami\'s imagination for a time, but only because I inserted myself there. He only wrote what I directed him towards.\"

\"You are not real,\" Heero repeated, aiming his words at the frog. The frog only tisked.

\"Do you not have loose tea, Mr. Yuy? How can you have a proper cup of tea from a bag?\"

\"You are a frog! You don\'t drink tea!\"

\"I thought you have read my story Mr. Yuy. If you had, you would know that I do drink tea.\" Heero could hear the kettle screaming in the other room. \"Now please put your gun away, because you and I both know it will take more than a few bullets to kill me.\" Heero holstered his gun in the back of his pants and shrugged off his jacket, which he left draped over the back of the couch.

The frog entered the living room again. Its large, webbed hands completely covered the cups like a fleshy, green cozy. Frog set a cup on the coffee table before taking his seat again. \"Please sit Mr. Yuy. It is never enjoyable to drink tea alone.\" Heero did, taking the cup into his hands. \"I will take the opportunity not to apologize for my impropriety, but I have an urgent matter that requires your unique talents. Since you have read my story, I certain I don\'t have to tell you what that matter is.\"

Heero looked the frog in its marble eyes. \"You want me to save the Tokyo.\"