IMPORTANT: During this story I will be switching P.O.V's, but not to the point where it'll get confusing. I'll put at the start of the chapter who's P.O.V it is, but I think it'll mostly be Pitch's or no P.O.V
Hellooo to both new and old readers :) I'm really grateful that I keep getting messages and requests to keep writing, so that's what I'm gonna do :P I started writing this when I had writers block with my story 'Hidden Desires' to get me back on track. Hope you enjoy and please tell me what you think afterwards :)
"You need to throw faster attacks Jack! You're allowing me the upper hand!" Pitch calls, swiftly dodging a shot of ice and throwing a stream of shadows. The darkened lair was a perfect spot for the two spirits, Jack Frost and Pitch Black, to get some alone time together, away from the eyes of the Guardians and children. At the moment, they're practising combat as not long ago Jack was complaining about losing a 'fight' with Bunnymund. It was actually more like a row than anything.
"You weren't telling me to go faster last night." Jack smirks, winking as he dodges the attack and pointing his staff toward Pitch.
"That's because I was doing all the work." Pitch retaliates slyly, again firing another attack. This time Jack isn't quick enough to dodge and his arm is scraped by the shadows. None of the attacks were made powerful enough for this situation to harm one another, but they left a sting when they hit. Over the time that Pitch was trapped by his nightmares, Jacks guilt grew and built upon him. Jack was able to tell and convince Jamie and his friends of the situation and word spread pretty fast, meaning Pitch was once believed in again and free from the Nightmares, having control. After many failed attempts, he gained a friendship with the older spirit, away from the watchful and accusing eyes of the Guardians, and it soon developed into something more romantic and intimate.
"Not true!" Jack laughs, trying to keep his cool at Pitch's comment. This causes the nightmare king to laugh too, temporarily distracting him and giving Jack an open opportunity. A stream of frost travels from his staff and hits Pitch square in the jaw. He's thrown to the ground and a perfectly white tooth tumbles from his mouth.
"Shit, Pitch are you ok?!" Jack questions, urgency striking his voice. Pitch sits up and grips his jaw, feeling the missing slot of the tooth with his tongue.
"Ow," He mutters, "you're aim was little off wasn't it? We said below the shoulder." He reminds, scowling up slightly at the frost spirit.
"I know, I got distracted. I'm really sorry!" Jack pleads forgiveness, dropping to his knees and kissing along the cheek line of his lover tenderly before reaching his lips. Once they eventually pull away, Jack smirks, eyeing the tooth.
"This can be your second tooth in your tooth box." He grins, crossing his legs as he sits next to Pitch.
"Tooth box?" Pitch questions, frowning.
"Yeah Tooth's got you a tooth box to keep your memories in. Though you might not understand it, none of the Guardians, other than Bunny...slightly, resent you for your attempts to rule the world and make the children stop believing. In fact, Tooth is completely fascinated by your teeth, you're the only one they know hardly anything about." Jack explains, grinning through all his sentences. There's a slight pause between the two before Pitch interrupts it.
"I'm still not staying at the pole." He replies, bluntly. Standing up, he ruffles the boy's hair.
"Awh c'mon Pitch! It's not half bad." Jack almost begs for the third time this week.
"If you're good... Maybe." Pitch mutters, pouring water from the recently boiled kettle to make some tea. This was a small victory for Jack, it was the closest to a yes for this question he had received from Pitch. He offers tea to the younger and he graciously denies it, allowing Pitch to sip at it himself.
"Don't give that tooth to the Tooth Fairy." Pitch almost orders, eyeing the tooth which he placed on the side. There's a slight pause before Jack shrugs his shoulders.
"Sorry Pitch, Tooth would've picked that up by now. If she can sense a child's tooth from around the globe, and she's absolutely fascinated with yours, then she's probably getting herself ready to come and get it. If I lie to her about it, she'll sniff It straight out. Actually she probably won't even ask about it." Jack replies, speaking matter of faculty and throwing an apologetic look toward Pitch. Pitch doesn't react, he just continues to sip at his tea.
"Actually, if she's on her way, I better get going." Jack points out, reluctantly. Placing his tea on the side, Pitch embraces Jack, not wanting him to go.
"Come back soon." Pitch whispers into Jacks hair.
"Don't worry," Jack begins, attaching their lips in a passionate kiss, "I always do." He finishes once the kiss ends.
Just like Jack had said, Tooth was preparing herself to enter Pitch's lair and collect his tooth. She was ecstatic that she had gain the privilege to gain another of his teeth and this time, she didn't cause it. Why Pitch had lost a tooth, she was in the dark about however. He was a healthy male, with a complete set of adult teeth. There's no way he would allow himself a decaying tooth. On the unfortunate side to all of this, Tooth now has to worry about what is waiting for her. Whether Pitch was weak or not, he was hostile toward the Guardians, therefore wouldn't appreciate her being in his lair. There could be anything waiting for her. Taking a deep breath, she plunges herself into the darkened tunnels below. Already she was at a disadvantage. No light. The shadows were Pitch's domain. There's no way that he won't have sensed her presence, if he was here, and could appear at any moment from anywhere in the darkness. This thought scared her, but she would have to keep her cool in case an lurking nightmares pick up her scent. 'Find the tooth and get out.' She replays in her head. Her wings echo lightly throughout the caved room. She doesn't dare touch the floor in case the shadows swallow her up. Suddenly, her gut twists and she can sense something close by. At first she expects Pitch, so prepares to fight. However, she later realises that she's in close proximity to Pitch's tooth. Following her senses, she sees it on the counter top. Looking around for any trap that might be prepared for her arrival. Taking her opportunity, she zooms forward, swipes the tooth and exits the lair.
"Yes!" She sequels excitedly, twirling as she flies through the clear blue sky. Another tooth that she could finally put into Pitch's tooth box. His perfectly white, gleaming tooth that is shaped perfectly. How she wished she could get a proper look at his teeth. She gains speed and the wind whistles past her ears, excited to return to the Tooth Palace.
Tooth lands in front of a grand, segregated pillar. Every pillar in the palace represented a country and because the Guardians lived in the pole and weren't children, any teeth they lost were put into a separate pillar reserved for them. However, Pitch isn't a Guardian and wasn't one to lose teeth. She was so fascinated with his teeth, that she couldn't just let them go. So there was an extra part built onto the top of the Guardians pillar, with, like all the Other Guardians having colours to match, a black glossy finish, which seemed to sparkle in the light. Pushing her hand onto one of the diamond plates, it slides out to reveal a beautifully cared gold tooth box, with a portrait of Pitch on its ends. She slots the tooth into the molar space and gleams excitedly at it. The lid of the tooth box closes and she is about to leave, when it begin glowing vibrantly. She stares for a few second in confusion, before gaining the courage to do something that shouldn't even be possible. Her and her fairies only remind people of old memories once they've lost their way, not look into and observe them. Her hand places neatly onto the metal and reality seems to melt away from her, the threads being unravelled.
Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Please tell me what you thought and I'll post the next chapter up when I can.