Just to clear some things up: AU where the Pookas were not wiped out by Pitch, but the refugees fled to Earth, becoming allies with the humans and all. The four tribes, Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter, lived peacefully, though not contently beside their Allies. The Winter Tribe decided to do something about it, so they declared war. The War was at a stand still until the Winter Pookas created a potion that would change the humans into Pookas. The potion changed their age, too, because it was based on the age of the person receiving it in relative to the age a Pooka would be at that age in human years. So since most humans are under a hundred years old, it turned them to infants, no memory of their past life. The Pookas put the potion into anything that had to do with sweets or junk food, except for the chocolate that the Easter Bunny gave out to the kids on Easter.
Jack flew low over the ground, flying quickly to Jamie's house. Jack's first believer was still put out about the ban on sweets. They made up about half of his diet, too, so suddenly only having healthy food to eat was a drastic change for the ten year old.
"Jack!" Jamie shouted as he ran up to hug the Guardian of Fun. Jack froze for a second before hugging the boy back, still not used to not being walked through. Sophie ran out of the house as well, all bundled up against the cold that Jack had brought with him.
"How are you two holding up?" Jack asked, already guessing the answer.
"No sweets! None at all!" Jamie complained.
"Well, there's still Easter!" Jack soothed.
"Well, yeah, but Easter is still a year away! It was only a month ago!" Jack had already know that, saying as it had been the Easter he became a Guardian, defeated Pitch, and gotten his first believer. That was before the bans, the curfew, and the fear for the children's safety started.
The reason for the curfew and the worry was because the Winter Tribe had been kidnapping kids and changing them. Kids were easier to change, because one, most didn't know what was going on, and two, they loved sweets. "I'll tell you what, Jamie. How about I take you and Sophie ice skating before curfew?" Even though Jack didn't like that particular activity, Jamie and Sophie loved it. And in this town, which happened to have a lake frozen solid all year round, courtesy of Jack himself, they could go at anytime of the year.
"Yeah! Skate skate skate!" Sophie yelled happily before taking off towards the park. Jack and Jamie looked at each other before taking off after the tyke.
"Sophie! Wait up!" The toddler stopped and waited for the two older boys to catch up, taking a hand in each of her own. This of course caused Jack to have to walk, his staff swinging lightly in his hand. The to mortals didn't have ice skates, but Jack could easily fix that little problem.
Finally getting to the lake, he stepped onto it, adding an extra layer to the ice as it began to melt in the late spring heat. Contrary to popular belief, Jack wasn't affected by the heat unless it was in the ninety degrees or higher range. Like any other person, really.
"Come on you guys!" He said after a moment. The other two eagerly clammered onto the frozen surface, but Jack decided that the two ice skating novices wouldn't appreciate actually blades on the bottom of their shoes, so he let them be.
"Hey Jack! Watch this!" Jamie shouted as he caught the attention of his favorite Guardian. He did a clumsy spin, he would have fallen if Jack had not been there to catch the boy. They were so absorbed on there fun, Jack expertly skating circles and figure eights around the other two while they just laughed and enjoyed their fun, that they didn't notice the sun begin to sink, signalling curfew for the town. They only noticed that it was dark when Sophie mentioned she was tired.
"Alright, kiddos. Time to go home." Jack said, ushering them off the ice.
"But Jack! We don't want to go home!" Jamie complained, ignoring the fact that Sophie was asleep in Jack's thin arms.
"Uh huh. Whatever. I've been seeing you yawn for the past half hour or so, so don't even try that." Jack scolded lightly. Jamie huffed and walked forward again, towards his home. Jack caught up to him, hand ruffling the boys mahogany locks.
Jamie turned to complain to Jack for that, but what came out was, "Jack! Look out!" A bag captured the three children, blocking their sight with blackness. But before it closed, they saw a flash of white fur that left them without a doubt of their kidnappers. It was the Winter Tribe.
Jamie squeaked as the bag was jostled roughly, causing the captives to knock into each other. The bag hit the ground with a thump, waking the previously sleeping Sophie. Immediately tears started to fall as fear overtook her. The bag was gently lifted off the ground and a deep Australian* accent filtered its way through the burlap. "Take it easy, ankle bitahs. You're gonna be fine. Don't be scared," it soothed. Jack huffed indignantly at that while Sophie ceased her sobs.
"Oh yeah. You kidnap some kids, shove them in a sack, then you tell that they're going to be fine and don't be afraid. That makes perfect sense." Sarcasm dripped from Jack's statement, practically tangible.
The only response he got was the feeling that the bag was moving at a very fast pace in an unknown direction. After what seemed like hours, and probably was, the feeling of movement stopped, and the bag gently was lowered to the ground. Light filtered in as the bindings on the bag were loosened and the captive children freed from their cloth prison. Jack gripped his staff tightly in one arm while holding Sophie just as tightly in the other. He wasn't surprised to find that they were in the Winter Warren, given their kidnappers were, but Jamie and Sophie obviously were.
"Jack? Where are we?" Jamie whispered, barely holding back a stutter as it faintly reached Jack's ears. Jack looked down at the boy, a fierce look of determination on his face.
"We're… we're at the Winter Warren. But I'm gonna get us out of here." Jack assured in the same volume, crouching down closer to the boy so it was easier to hear. He intended to keep that promise too, somehow. He looked around the large space, taking in the fact that it was in fact warm in this place, and instead of lots of snow and Ice like he had heard, there was green grass, flowers, and trees. It actually reminded him of the Warren, Bunnymund's home. If he ignored the fact that the walls were all carved in ice, making the light very bright as the sun reflected repeatedly off the walls.
Now that he was done looking at the cavernous space, he looked around for their abductor, finding the guy right behind him, face expressionless. He was white with almost black markings standing out like warning signs. Standing at 5"11, he was pretty tall.
"So, why are we here?" Jack asked conversationally. He already knew that all Pookas could see him, so he knew if he didn't get an answer he was purposely getting ignored.
The Winter Pooka gave him a calculating look, as though weighing the pros and cons of answering him. "Ya should know why yer here. The human adults all are scramblin' around tryin' ta protect ya from it, anyways," came the gruff reply.
Jack nodded. "Yes, but I want to hear you say it."
The pooka glared at him and huffed. "Yer here because we're teachin' ya humans a lesson. Yer ruining the Earth and not carin'. So we're takin' what they care about most and changin' it ta somethin' that does care abou' nature." Which Jack was extremely offended by, saying as he was a nature spirit, and his whole life was making sure that nature was okay.
"Okay. But why take kids? They haven't done anything yet! Most of your victims are barely old enough to talk let alone pollute the Earth!" Jack said, real anger leaking into his voice.
The overgrown rabbit looked taken aback at the outburst. "It's because of that we take 'em. Before they can do any damage." The reply had a sliver of anger, as though he couldn't believe a kid was standing up to him.
"Yes, but you aren't giving them a chance to change things. Let these two go home. Please." Jack said, hoping that he could get through.
The pooka looked at him curiously, as though he were a puzzle that the furry being had to put together. "Just those two? You'll stay behind?"
Jack wasn't going to be pulled into staying, but he could do something else. "If you let these two go home, without taking the potion-thingy, and completely unharmed, I will willingly take the stupid thing. Deal?"
He had carefully avoided saying he would stay after he took the potion, giving himself a loop hole. The Winter Pooka considered his offer before nodding. Jack set Sophie on the floor with her brother before stepping back. He walked over to the white pooka and held out his hand. The pooka shook it, sealing the deal.
"Jack! No!" Jamie got out as the ground beneath him melted and he was on a one way trip to Burgess. Jack turned back to the pooka. He was forcibly holding back tears in his eyes as his head analyzed what it had just agreed to. He knew that he would have two hours to get out of this place after he took the potion before he changed.
The pooka looked at him, and his eyes had a shadow of respect in them. "Come. We might as well get this over with now." Jack was led away, occasionally passing more Winter Pooka, who all bowed away respectively from the pooka escorting Jack. After about the third time, Jack's curiosity got the best of him.
"Why do they do that?" Jack blurted.
The pooka looked at him blankly, not understanding. "Do what?"
"Why do they all-" another pooka backed away respectively. "do that?" Jack said, gesturing to where the other pooka had been moments ago.
The pooka's face morphed to one of understanding, and a chuckle burst out. "Oh, that. It's respectful. I'm Tribe Leader. Surprised ya noticed that. None of the other ankle bitahs did. Course, none of them were comin' along willingly." His explanation sated Jack's curiosity. For the moment. "So what spirit are ya, kid?"
Jack wasn't surprised that the pooka had figured it out. He was actually more surprised by the fact that it had taken him so long to. "I'm Jack Frost, Spirit of Winter." He wondered if the Winter Pooka saw the irony in that. Judging from the laugh that came, he did.
"So that's why ya did it. I knew that no kid in this age would have given up himself for a couple of kids." Jack was ushered into a room that was carved into the ice. A long line of bottles rested on carved shelves, twinkling menacingly at Jack. The pooka took one of the bottles and handed it to Jack. "Here. Drink."
Jack did as he was ordered and took a sip from the bottle. He would have spit it back out had his nose suddenly been covered, forcing him to swallow. "That was disgusting!"
"Yeah, now keep drinkin' it. Ya have ta drink the whole thing." Jack slowly finished it, shuddering as the last of it went down.
"I now see why you hide it in sweets." Jack gagged again at the after taste, and the Winter Pooka chuckled.
Jack was lead back outside, his staff clutched tightly in his hand as his stomach turned. He finally saw a space high enough for him to fly, and he shot into the air, hovering twenty feet above the ground. "Well, I can't say I enjoyed being here, but I have to go." Throwing a snow globe that he had for emergencies, one that would take him straight to one of the Guardian's homes. Jack gave a little wave at the shocked Tribe Leader before disappearing into the vortex of colors.
-_-_-_- Winter's War -_-_-_-
The Pookas Point of View:
The Winter Pooka had been lurking around Burgess that day, looking for potential targets. He had finally settled on the three children joyfully skating over an icy surface that never seemed to melt. The older boy, the one with white hair, skated expertly across the ice, even though he had no shoes on. The younger two just laughed and enjoyed themselves, never straying far from the older boy. The pooka watched them, entranced as the sun set and they finally departed from the ice, the older boy carrying the sleeping girl. He followed silently, waiting for his chance to strike.
He listened to the boys tease each other, and that was the moment he struck, a magical burlap sack capturing the three, while the younger boy yelled out a name, he assumed it belonged to the older boy. He opened a tunnel and dropped the bag into it before wincing as he realized that that had probably not been the best idea. He hopped in after it, hearing a child crying. "Take it easy, ankle bitahs. You're gonna be fine. Don't be scared," he soothed, hoping it would work. He heard an indignant huff, but the crying did stop.
"Oh yeah. You kidnap some kids, shove them in a sack, then you tell that they're going to be fine and don't be afraid. That makes perfect sense," came a voice from inside, sarcasm dripping from it. The pooka ignored it and picked up the bag in his teth, racing down the tunnel to his home. Finally getting there, he set the bag down gently, loosening the ties so it opened. He took a step back as the older boy looked around and whispered assurances to the younger boy. The older boy finally turned to look at him, not looking too surprised.
"So, why are we here?" The white haired boy asked.
The Pooka intently tried to keep the annoyed look off his face as he answered. "Ya should know why yer here. The human adults all are scramblin' around tryin' ta protect ya from it, anyways," came the gruff reply.
The boy nodded. "Yes, but I want to hear you say it."
The pooka glared at him and huffed. "Yer here because we're teachin' ya humans a lesson. Yer ruining the Earth and not carin'. So we're takin' what they care about most and changin' it ta somethin' that does care abou' nature." The boy looked miffed about this, as though he had taken personal offense to it.
"Okay. But why take kids? They haven't done anything yet! Most of your victims are barely old enough to talk let alone pollute the Earth!" He said, real anger leaking into his voice.
The overgrown rabbit looked taken aback at the outburst. "It's because of that we take 'em. Before they can do any damage." The pooka hadn't been able to keep back the sliver of anger that slipped into his tone.
"Yes, but you aren't giving them a chance to change things. Let these two go home. Please." The boy said, taking the pooka aback. Why didn't he include himself?
The pooka studied the boy curiously, as though he were a puzzle that the furry being had to put together. "Just those two? You'll stay behind?"
The boy seemed to debate this until he gave his answer. "If you let these two go home, without taking the potion-thingy, and completely unharmed, I will willingly take the stupid thing. Deal?"
The pooka nodded and watched as the boy set the girl in his arms down, next to the younger boy and stepped away to shake the pooka's paw, sealing the deal. Two silent taps on the ground later, the younger children were standing on the entrance to a tunnel that would take them back home. "Jack! No!" The younger boy shouted before the thin shell of earth he was standing on melted, shooting the boy and girl away.
The pooka looked at the white haired boy, calculating his response. He saw the child's eyes fill with tears before they were fought down again. The pooka was impressed the boy had not tried to jump in after to escape, but instead had stayed to face his decision. Of course, the Winter Tribe would have simply caught him again to finish the deal, but that wouldn't have been as pleasant for the boy. "Come. We might as well get this over with now."
He led the white haired boy through his home to the room where the potions were kept, barely acknowledging the other pookas, instead watching the boy's reaction. So he was completely at a loss when the young male asked him why they were doing that.
"Do what?"
"Why do they all-" The boy paused as another pooka bowed away from him respectively, "do that?" The boy gestured to where the pooka had previously been.
The pooka understood what the boy was asking finally. "Oh, that. It's respectful. I'm Tribe Leader. Surprised ya noticed that. None of the other ankle bitahs did. Course, none of them were comin' along willingly." The boy seemed satisfied, if a little upset, with that answer. "So what spirit are ya, kid?" The Tribe Leader had finally come to the conclusion that the boy must be a spirit to have such a good character and to be so selfless.
"I'm Jack Frost, Spirit of Winter." The pooka let a laugh slip out of his mouth as he thought of irony of the fact that the Spirit of Winter had been captured by the Winter Tribe. The pooka only wished he had been caught sooner.
"So that's why ya did it. I knew that no kid in this age would have given up himself for a couple of kids." He led the small spirit into a room that was carved in ot the Warren's ice walls. A long line of bottles rested on carved shelves, neatly placed so they could be grabbed quickly if an emergency were to occur. The pooka took one of the bottles and handed it to Jack. "Here. Drink."
The boy took the potion and took a large sip, almost spitting it back out. The pooka was not having a perfectly good potion wasted so he forced the boy to swallow. He chuckled at the outburst he received after.
"That was disgusting!"
"Yeah, now keep drinkin' it. Ya have ta drink the whole thing." Jack slowly finished it, shuddering as the last of it went down.
"I now see why you hide it in sweets." Jack gagged again at the after taste, and the Winter Pooka chuckled again.
He led the winter spirit out of the room and back out into the cavernous Winter Warren. Quick as lightning, the boy was flying twenty feet above, looking ill. "Well, I can't say I enjoyed being here, but I have to go." With that, the boy disappeared into some kind of portal that had appeared near the boy. The Winter Pooka narrowed his eyes at the now empty air, thinking of a way to catch the spirit for breaking their deal, before realizing that the boy hadn't broken the deal. He had agreed to take the potion, but never to stay.
But the Winter Tribe Leader was intent on catching this child. To have the Bringer of Winter with the Winter Tribe would be a terrific achievement. He had to get the boy before something messed up his forming plan.
-_-_-_- Winter's War -_-_-_-
Jack's Point of View:
Jack flew out of the portal unsteadily, the wind almost dropping him. He recognized the place as the Warren, which he found very comforting. "Wind, take me to Bunny." The wind complied, swirling scoldingly around her boy as she did so.
Jack landed, falling in front of Bunny the moment his feet and legs were forced to support his weight. "Jack!" Bunny yelped as he saw the boy collapse before him. "What happened ta ya, Frostbite?"
"Jamie and Sophie… Took them ice skating… got kidnapped by Winter Pooka Tribe Leader… Got them away without them getting the potion…" Jack panted out, knowing his two hours was almost up. It had taken well over an hour for the Wind to find Bunny, not to mention the ten minutes before his escape.
"What do ya… Frostbite, did ya take that damn potion?" Bunny asked.
"Y-yeah. The only way I could get Jamie and Sophie back home safely… I took the potion… over an hour and a half ago… Bunny, it hurts." Jack's whole body was on fire, barely able to move, and speaking was like trying to breathe through a straw that was clogged.
Bunny gave him a look that Jack had seen on some fathers when they found out their child was in pain. "I know Jackie, I know it hurts, but you'll be fine. I'm proud of ya. Ya basically gave up everything ta help those two ankle bitahs. Not many would do that." He bundled Jack up in his arms and hopped to his home, getting there not a moment too soon. A bright light surrounded Jack, and a sharp pain, even hotter than the burning sensation that had enveloped him earlier, seemed to come from everywhere at once.
The light finally faded to reveal Jack once more, but Jack knew he wasn't the same. He knew his old pants had been torn apart during the change, but his hoodie was still intact. He could hear better, and smell better, and he bet that if he opened his eyes, his vision would be sharper as well. He heard Bunny give out a sharp gasp as the pooka saw him, and Jack's eyes fluttered open.
He was right. His vision was a lot better. Bunny stared down at him, and Jack forced himself to stand. "Are ya taller, Bunny?" Jack said as he noticed that Bunny was taller than he was used to.
Bunny let out a dry chuckle. "Well, at least ya can't tease me for my accent anymore. Nah, kit, ya shrunk. Yer, what, three and a half feet tall?"
"What!" Jack hissed. He felt his head, as though he could find his lost height. All he found were ears, which he prodded. "Ah! I look like a… bunny!" Jack said, cutting himself off before he could insult himself.
"What were ya gonna say, Frostbite? Were ya gonna say kangaroo?" Bunny said, smirking widely.
"Yes. But now I realize that I don't look like a kangaroo. I'm too short!" Jack made a weak attempt at a comeback.
"Yeah, ya look more like a joey!" Bunny looked like he was trying to hold back laughter.
"No!" Jack protested, before stumbling away clumsily on his new legs.
Bunny let him get about ten feet away. "Jack, get back here." Jack ignored him. "Kit! I said get. Back. Here." With that last word, he stomped his foot on the ground, hard. Jack's body reacted without thought, zipping back over to Bunny and pressing close to the elder pooka.
-_-_-_- Winter's War -_-_-_-
Bunny was surprised by the reaction he had gotten, before that feeling was replaced with smug pride. Kits only reacted that way when their parents stomped. Jack had subconsciously just declared Bunny his father. He smiled wider as Jack rubbed his newly furry head against his stomach, his mind still probably lagging behind the instincts that had overcome the kit.
"That's what I thought, Snowball." The name fit Jack at the moment. The kit had pure white fur, not old enough to have any markings, except for the single grey leaf like pattern that had moments ago appeared on his forehead. It matched Bunny's own, marking Jack for all pookas to see as E. Aster Bunnymund's kit.
Jack snapped out of whatever it had been that he was stuck in, his brain taking back control of his body. He pulled back embarrassedly, or at least tried to. Bunny pulled him close, chinning the kit, continuing to do so until his scent was easy to distinguish on Jack. "B-bunny! Let me go!" Jack said, squirming away clumsily, still not used to his new body.
Bunny held him for a moment longer, just to annoy him. If Bunny had to guess, Jack was about six in pooka years, so Bunny tried to remember how to care for a six year old. This was going to be harder than he thought. First thing first, though, he had to show the other Guardians Jack's new form. It wasn't a pleasant truth, but this particular transformation was not undoable. Jack was going to be stuck like this for the rest of his immortal life.
"Come on, Snowball. Let's show the other Guardians yer new makeover." With a sigh, Bunny tapped his foot, a tunnel at his feet. Jack's staff was nowhere in sight, but he decided that they could look for it later. He nudged Jack into the tunnel, the staff appearing out of nowhere it seemed as the boy resisted the tunnel's dark entrance. With an impatient huff, Bunny grabbed Jack's scruff with his teeth, racing down the tunnel at high speeds, Jack complaining the whole way.
"Bunny! Put me down!" Jack's voice was higher than it had been when he was human, childish and pleading. Bunny ignored him until he exited the tunnel into the cold.
Setting Jack safely on the ground above before jumping out himself. Bunny cursed as his feet touched the frozen landscape before grabbing Jack once more.
"Bunny! Let me go! I can fly!" Jack squirmed away from his chosen father, hoping to be able to take to the air. Amazingly enough, it was the wind itself that kept him in Bunny's strong grasp. Bunny silently thanked the wind for her help as he set off once more to North's Workshop. Finally making it to the Globe Room in the center of the workshop, he set Jack down, calling for North.
"NORTH! WE HAVE A PROBLEM, MATE!" While waiting for North to finally arrive, he set his mind to the task of keeping Jack firmly on the ground.
"Jackie, ya need ta stay on the ground. I don't want ya flyin' off in yer current state. Not so soon after ya changed." Bunny sad after the third time he pulled Jack back to the ground.
"Bunny! What is probl- oh!" North said as he entered the room, stopping as he saw Jack. "Bunny! Is dat Jack?"
"Yeah, mate. He got kidnapped by the bloody Winter Tribe and took that damn potion ta save Jamie and Sophie." Bunny explained hurriedly.
"We must gather de others!" With that, North sent out the Northern Lights.
-_-_-_- Winter's War -_-_-_-
Sometimes Bunny's, sometimes Jack's POV:
Jack's head was feeling fuzzy. He kept trying to remember his past, when he was human to entertain himself, but the memories kept slipping away. He had known this would happen. There was a special part of the potion that led to memory loss. It left the victim with nothing but a blank slate and instincts to guide them. It was one of the first things he had thought of after he had taken the potion. He had just gotten his memories back, just visited his sister's grave, said his final goodbye, but now he was losing them all again. But instead of an instantaneous mind wipe like the Moon had done, it was fading slowly, like it was mocking his inability to stop it.
"Bunny, my memories. They're already startin' ta go." Jack whimpered. He was holding back soft sobs behind those. Bunny must have heard them, though, because the anthropomorphic rabbit scooped him up and held him close as Tooth and Sandy flew in at the same time.
"North! What is it? Is it Pitch?" Tooth was the first to speak, and Sandy supplied a fancy question mark over his head helpfully.
"No, it is not Pitch. It is different problem." He gestured to Bunny and Jack. Jack buried his head shyly into Bunny's shoulder.
"Jack?" Tooth asked, pulling Jack gently away from Bunny. Bunny explained what had happened again as Jack was cuddled close to Tooth.
"What exactly does the potion do?" Tooth asked as dream sand began to swirl around Jack's head.
"It… It changes ya inta a pooka. It changes yer age ta what ya would be if ya were born a pooka and ya had lived for as long as ya had when ya had been human. Yer memories… It takes those too, except for the barest trace. Yer most recent memories, up till about a year before ya changed, ya keep those, but the rest… The rest are gone forever. Jack, he's gonna lose them all, and… after ya take the potion… there is no changin' ya back. Yer stuck like it forever. Jack's immortal. He's gonna be stuck like a kit for the rest of his life. And he lives forever." Bunny felt so much hatred for the Winter Tribe, especially their Tribe Leader. That pooka acted kind, but he was all about getting trophies, and Jack would be a prime target for them if he had revealed who he truly was.
Shaking Jack awake, he said, "Jackie, did ya tell the Winter Tribe Leader who ya were?"
"Uh, yes. I did. Why?"
"He likes trophies." That was all the explanation he gave, but everyone got the message. Jack's staff appeared in his hand, being pulled from his pocket. Bunny realized Jack must have enchanted his hoodie at some point in his life so he could carry large objects easily.
Jack took to the air, searching for an open window to escape from. He was not going to put his family in danger.
"Snowball! Get back here!" Jack turned around, ears perked, remembering the last time Bunny had said something very similar not to long ago. Maybe only two hours in fact. He hovered, debating on listening before deciding he would rather leave and deal with this on his own. He turned his back once more.
"JACK!" Bunny's warning tone caused him to turn around once more. Bunny's foot was raised warningly about a foot in the air. "Get. Back. Here. Now." Jack eyed Bunny's still hovering foot warily. The other Guardians were watching them with confused looks on their faces. Jack zoomed closer, almost within grabbing range of Bunny. He hovered once more as he stuck out his tongue at Bunny childishly before zooming away again.
"Make me!" He challenged, not thinking Bunny would actually go through with his implied threat.
"Fine." Bunny said calmly, moments before he slammed his foot down hard onto the hard surface that made up the Workshop's floors. The effect was immediate. Jack's mind went blank as he flew meekly to Bunny's side, ears, eyes, and head lowered. The other Guardians were now very amused by the fact that the untamable as the wind Jack Frost had been turned into a scolded child by merely the stomp of a paw.
Bunny smirked as he cuffed the kit over the head. "Yeah, that's what I thought." He ruffled his head fondly as Jack snapped out of his instincts.
"Bunny! Stop doin' that! It's not fair!" Jack snapped angrily, ears raising again in anger.
"Sure I'll stop. When ya start listening. It's fair, too. Ya did tell me ta make ya. Now ya aren't gonna go runnin' off on yer own ta handle this. Yer gonna stay at the Warren where that bloody Winter can't get ya. Ya understand?" Bunny said, fully expecting Jack to nod and be done with it.
But Jack still hadn't learned his lesson about listening. "Bu-" Bunny stomped his foot again, cutting Jack off. Jack's ears were down in a heartbeat. He was staring down at his feet, hiding what Bunny guessed was anger.
"I asked if ya understood, kit." Bunny growled.
"Yes, I understand." Jack ground out the words, unable to keep his mou- er, muzzle shut. He was starting to really hate his situation. It had to be Bunny of all people his head could have chosen to be his father, it had to be Bunny. He continued to glare at the floor, refusing to look at Bunny. Damn his ears as well. They kept displaying his emotions to the world, and after three hundred years of hiding his emotions and wearing a mask for the world to see, it was frustrating that his mask was being trumped by his stupid fuzzy appendages that were stuck to the top of his head.
"Good. Now we're going back ta the Warren. Understood?" This time Jack nodded immediately, not wanting to repeat the last three minutes. "Glad ya do, kit." Bunny said as he created a new tunnel to the Warren. "In." He ordered Jack. Jack took his time, just to annoy the overgrown garden rabbit. Bunny huffed and gave him a shove, and Jack would never admit to the strangled yelp that flew from his mouth as he suddenly found no floor beneath him. Bunny went in after him, leaving the other three Guardians to look at each other as they realised this was going to be harder to deal with than they could have guessed. Bunny and Jack both were stubborn. But what was the worst that could happen? Famous last words.
A/N: So, wow. That is a lot longer than I thought it would be. It actually is the longest thing I have ever written. I should not have written this. I should have worked on my other stories. But this idea wouldn't leave me alone, so here ya go. Have fun, Review it! I need to work on my other stories now...