Chapter 1: Arguments

Pitch stormed through his dark cave, blasting stones and kicking dirt on his way. She cocked her head to the side wondering what could possibly be tormenting his days lately.

He reached the dais where his representation of the earth with its glowing lights stood. He stared at it for a moment before shouting furiously and started smashing it with his black sand scythe. It didn't break, of course, but the action seemed to satisfy Pitch enough to continue beating it. She shook her head at his childish actions before leaping out of her hiding place on top of a cage and landed standing behind him.

"You know, the poor globe didn't do anything to offend you."

Pitch stopped his movements instantly and whirled around to fix his golden glare at her. "What are you doing here, child?" He growled, probably still annoyed at whatever his issue was.

She sighed. Lovely as always, I see. "Can't a daughter visit her own family once in a while?" The girl asked innocently as she leaned against a gray wall.

Pitch turned back around to face the glowing earth, his scythe now gone from his hands. "Well you came at a wrong time, Bianca. I'm not in the mood to tolerate anyone right now."

The girl- Bianca- couldn't help but snort at that. "I can see that. Judging from your destructive form, I could tell that your evil scheme to overthrow the Guardians didn't turn out so well, didn't it?"

Pitch's body tensed up in confirmation and Bianca could see one of his hands balling into fists as if wishing to summon his scythe again. She noticed the telltale signs of him wanting to destroy something and the girl had to sigh at her father's inability to keep hold of his temper.

"And what would be the reason for you to grace me with your presence again, Bianca? I thought the other half of the world still needed your…powers?" He asked quietly, most likely wanting to change the subject.

Bianca rolled her eyes at him, "If you hadn't been cooped up here for the Moon knows how long, then you would have noticed that it was beginning to summer again."

Pitch gave a disdainful sniff as if he wasn't satisfied with the answer. "I saw that eye rolling, Bianca." He faced her again this time with a calmer exterior.

Probably realized he had to relax before he started blowing up in front of me. She thought amusedly.

He continued, "And if you hadn't noticed, I live here. There's no reason for me to leave the only sanctuary in this world where the Guardian's puny, happy magic can't infect me."

She hummed as if she didn't believe him, "Or is it because you just don't want to have another repeat of your previous encounter with them."

Pitch's face darkened, "Don't you ever remind me of that event, child." He muttered dangerously at her though his farce couldn't really scare Bianca at all as she had been accustomed to his many dark and scary sides for more than 200 years now.

Bianca, ignoring his comment, said thoughtfully, "I don't really understand what happened actually, I mean, I thought you had made a full-proof plan to eliminate the Guardians once and for all?"

"I did. There was just an unexpected variable that entered." Pitch's voice, although still soft, had now an underlying edge to it. She knew she was probably pushing the limit here but she couldn't help but be curious as to what had gone wrong with her father's plan.

"Oh, do you mean that boy who could control the snow and blizzards and everything? He's a guardian now?" Bianca was shocked that such a trouble-making male like him would end up protecting children. However, as she thought about it, it made sense since he practically was a kid himself.

Bianca noticed her father's face was set on a scowl as if recalling a bad memory. "Yes, unbelievable isn't it? The Dark Ages would have been back by now if that pesky boy didn't meddle with my affairs. I was so close to bringing back fear in this world, where everyone knew my name, where everyone believed only in me! But no, he came in and ruined everything I had planned for with his worthless blizzards and good-for-nothing stick." Pitch's voice was rising into a shout now as he rambled on and on about Jack Frost whilst pacing in front of her.

Bianca couldn't help but quirk up a smile in amusement as she watched him stomp irritably like a child on a tantrum. Though, she mostly entertained the thought that Jack Frost of all people managed to reduce her father into such a furious state. She couldn't help but be impressed by that. It was only ever the Man in the Moon who could get Pitch this upset and maybe sometimes, her too.

"It seems like he was really made out to be a Guardian then." Bianca hummed in thought as she said, "I wonder what it's like to be one?" She didn't realize her mistake until Pitch was suddenly upon her, pale hands gripping her shoulders tightly and a ferocious glare on his face.

With a low, hard tone, he asked, "What- did- you- say?"

When she didn't respond, he shook her shoulders slightly whilst demanding, "How dare you ask such a question in my presence. Don't you ever dare think or even wish to be among of them, Bianca! You of all people should know and understand the deep loathing and misery I suffered beneath them."

Breaking from her silent stupor, Bianca replied back hotly, "Well, whose fault is that? You're the one who keeps-"

"They ruined everything I worked for! You think I was just going to stand by the shadows and not do anything as they took all of my powers away from me?"

"No! But violence is never the answer to solve a problem. Haven't you been watching these past few centuries that time and time again, humans benefited nothing when it comes to wars and fights?"

Pitch sniffed disdainfully, "We are not humans, child!"

Bianca answered heatedly without thinking, "You might as well be like one, what with your attitude and actions lately!"

"Don't think that you know me so well, Bianca! I—"

She cut him off. "You wanna bet? Because I think I know you more than you know yourself, father."

"Don' you dare speak to me that way, child! I found you and saved you from that rotting place you call a home. You were protected under my care when you were all alone and lost. I gave you a place to live in, I took you under my wing and this is how you treat me?" When her father's rant ended, there was a moment of silence when they both just stared at each other.

A few seconds later, Bianca lowered her eyes submissively to the ground as Pitch stared down at her. She and her father had many fights before but not nearly as intense or as hurtful as this one. She could never win in any arguments against him, not when he'd always use that card against her and it was always true.

"No, father. I apologize for my interference and lack of tact."

"You'll be wise then to remember that, Bianca. Now if that's all you wanted to bother me with, leave me till I get this horrible headache you created under control."

Bianca left without a word, scorch marks trailing behind her as the only sign of furiousness this whole conversation caused her. Pitch took no notice of it though; instead turning back to stare furiously at the glowing globe in front of him as if it were the reason why his mood grew sourer than before.

A/N: This fic is actually dedicated to my best friend whose name is Bianca too! HAHA anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter and review nicely since this is my first story to ever write in this site. Let me know what you guys think and I might be able to post the next chapter faster! HAHA