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What a strange sight we make…

"You can see me?" Jack whispered, ice-cavern eyes wide in wonder as the blue eyed child (eyes so empty, so dull, yet full of…something) stared blankly at him.

A second went by, and Jack waited with baited breath, watching as the dark orbs slowly, so very, very slowly, blinked, before the child nodded; causing a great grin to split across Jack's face. "You can see me!" he whooped, doing a back flip, a twirl, a slight jig, all under the watchful and ever blank stare of the child.

"So," the winter's child began after calming down, leaning on his staff, "what's your name kiddo?"

The child blinked, once again, to Jack's annoyance, slowly, before he replied, voice soft and void of almost everything but the barest amount of curiosity, "you have yet to introduce yourself."

"Ah," Jack grinned, slightly put out that the child could see him, yet for reason's unknown, did not know him, "I'm Jack Frost, bringer of winter, and Guardian of Fun." And, to emphasis his point, he tapped his staff across the ground, creating frost and ice, and, incidentally, causing a couple of people to slip and fall, crying out in pain and annoyance, some even cussing, but the two ignored them, yes, even the one who held the cake, his misplaced step sending the object flying, only to be dive bombed by awaiting crows, which sent pieces of the delicious food everywhere, in people's eyes, hair, ears and nose(don't ask).

Yes, even when the child himself wound up coated in some of the stray icing, the two continued to ignore all else.

At least, that's what they would claim latter on. But, currently, with no one around to blackmail either of them later, Jack fell to the ice covered ground in laughter, rolling around in stray remnants of cake, though not noticing how some clung to him. The child, ever watching, smiled; sure, it wasn't anything most others could see, barely a centimeter long, but with the small light dancing in his eyes it was more than enough. Though, the moment Jack calmed down enough to brush himself off and look back to the child, the smile was quickly vanquished.

"Rion."

"Huh?"

"My name," the child confessed, tilting his head to the side, a rusty-red metal collar becoming visible, "I'm Rion."

"No last name?" Jack inquired, squinting at the child and wondering if it was his parents who put the collar on him (which would be so very, very wrong) or some sort of fashion statement (which would still be very, very wrong, one should not go about letting their child wander around with a dog collar around their neck! Did adults teach their kids nothing?)

"No," the child—Rion—shook his head, dirty blond hair falling into his ever dark-blue eyes before he glanced off somewhere to the left, "Jack," he whispered softly, causing the spirit to raise an eyebrow in question, "you are aware that you still have cake in your hair aren't you?"

"Wha?!" Jack almost screeched in embarrassment, quickly running his hands through his hair, barely registering how he only succeeded in smearing the cake, lodging it further into his scalp. "Did I get it?" he asked after a while, glancing up through snowy bangs.

"No," Rion stated, voice strangely quivering and jumping, small hands clenched and eyes frantically looking anywhere but at Jack, "you only made it worse."

The winter spirit blinked, staring at the strange child for a while before it clicked, a wide toothy grin sliding across his face, "I look a right mess huh?" he laughed, dancing into the child's line of sight, and moving again as Rion looked elsewhere.

"Ah, come on." Jack whined, hands on his hips, "It's been five years since I found my first believer, and I still only have like," Jack paused, counting softly allowed, "Twenty! And so I'm not seen fairly often, and I can't really touch anyone, and yet here you are, able to see me, and yet you blatantly ignore my existence!" Jack cried, barely registering the small flinch, "do you know how that makes me feel?"

The child let out a sigh, shoulders slumping, and Jack knew he won, standing proudly he watched with sparkling eyes as those dark, dark, cold—almost lifeless, dead—eyes turned to him, blinking slowly, then rapidly, as if trying to fight something off. Rion's shoulders began to quiver and he quickly placed his small—pale, Jack noted, almost as if the child had never seen the light of day—hands over his mouth; trying to stifle the small, light, almost non-existent laughter that bubbled up and poured from his lips, dark eyes lit with some inner lamp, swaying and bending as if held up by nothing more than a willow tree's branch.

"So," Jack drawled, floating around the silently laughing child, "you the type to laugh at other people's misfortune."

Alas, with a snap, Jack realized to late he had said the wrong thing, for the laughter vanished, that light dunked into the dark, horrid, death filled lake, before Rion turned and began to walk away. "Hey!" he called, racing after the rather fast child while plucking some stray cake from his hair, meshing it with his snowballs, and setting it loose.

Rion dodged, smoothly, easily, far too quickly, but the tension in his shoulders where gone, and he turned back, a small challenging fire sparking and flickering in his ever dark eyes, "Oh," the child whispered, soft voice laced with a dark, dark threat (the whole presence of the child was dark, so very, very dark, though he appeared so small, so thin, so frail…so pale) "you are so on."

And so the two fought, this time truly and completely ignoring those around them, yes, even the ones who stared openly and whispered and walked away hurriedly, trying to wipe from their minds the sight of a child, face appearing so very, very blank (though, really, he was smiling, the laughter back in his eyes) throwing snowballs at nothing…and having nothing return fire.

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A/N: I know, weird, random, not really meaning much, but this idea wouldn't leave my head. I just had to write a scene where Rion (who has now been deposited into a child's body for reason's you might never know) meet Jack.