Alrighty, just some quick notes before we start. First of all, this is my first time writing for this fandom, so please be kind when leaving reviews. I'm all for constructive criticism, but please no flames.
Secondly, this is being done for my best friend, Nervartius, who without him I would be extremely boring. I am doing this all for him seeing as how this isn't my favorite pairing(more of a hijack fan myself).
So, with that said, go on and start reading! :-)
Warning:This is yaoi and it will include lemons in later chapters. If you don't like it then hit the back button.
Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians or any of it's characters.
"Casual Friday can not come soon enough," Jack, grumbled as his fingers made quick work of the buttons on his sky-blue button down. He cringed as he looked in the mirror and rolled up his sleeves.
He had chosen his brown sneakers, khaki pants and his favorite button down. It was what he usually wore to work, but that didn't mean he liked it.
Jack smiled when as he thought about what he was going to wear on Friday. He had just bought a hideous blue and white sweater with a large snowflake on the front. He knew his kids were going to love it.
Jack did a quick final check on his hair before he grabbed his bag and hoodie and left his apartment. When Jack got outside, he couldn't help but smile.
It was about 6 am, so it was still dark out and the city lights illuminated the sky. The snow was falling lightly and had a golden glow to it from all of the surrounding lights. Jack sighed as he started walking down the dim streets to his favorite coffee shop/bakery to get his daily dose of caffeine and sugar.
Jack had been going to The Warren ever since he moved in to his new apartment. It was only a couple blocks away and it was on the way to work.
The fact that he was good friends with the owner, Aster Bunnymund, helped too. They had been best friends ever since they were kids when Aster first moved to the neighborhood from Australia. They had been best friends ever since.
Before Jack knew it, he was standing in front of the tiny shop. Jack brushed the snow off of himself as he stepped inside. He was delighted to see that the shop was empty except for his Australian friend.
Aster was a tall bugger at 6'5, but he was by no means lanky. Oh no, Aster took pride in the fact he went to the gym three times a week and one could easily tell. His toned arms, shoulders and abs would've had Jack drooling if it weren't for the fact that Aster was his best friend. Aster also always seemed to be tan while Jack had never been tan in his life. Only lily-white and sun-burnt red. However, when it came to hair, Jack liked to think he had Aster beat. While Jack's hair was a brilliant white, Aster's hair was a dark gray with bits of black mixed in. Aster's mom used to call them her two old men when they were younger.
"Ello Jack! What're you doing up this early mate," Aster asked. It never failed to amaze Jack how much Aster had managed to keep his accent over the years. Jack had always figured it was because of his parents. Jack shrugged as he leaned on the counter.
"I've got some classroom decorating to do. It's the first day of my winter celebration," Jack said with a smirk. The other man chuckled.
"Of course. How could I forget that?" Jack laughed and smiled.
"So I'll take an iced coffee and a chocolate angel," Jack said as he peered into the display case. Aster nodded.
"Comin right up mate." Jack thrummed his fingers against the counter as Aster got to work. Within a minute or two Aster was handing Jack his caffeine and sugar while Jack was happily handing over his cash.
Jack raised his hand in a quick wave goodbye as he turned to walk out the door . . . and ran straight into a brick wall. Or at least that's what it felt like to Jack.
In actuality, Jack had walked right into Kozmotis Pitchiner. Also known as Pitch Black or the Nightmare King to his colleagues. He had a tall, lean, muscular build. His facial features were very angular and defined and eyes shone a bright gold. His black slicked back hair helped to give him a businessman look, with his suit being the final touch. He was the type of guy Jack normally would've stopped to admire if the situation had been any different. However he wasn't given much of a chance to look as the man jumped back as Jack seemed to bounce off of him.
When Jack got his bearings, he looked up to see a wet tie and suit in front of him. His teacher instincts went into overdrive.
At a speed that would put a cheetah to shame, Jack grabbed several napkins and quickly began to dab the stranger's wet clothes.
"I'm really sorry about that," Jack said without bothering to look up. Before Jack could fix any of the damage that he had caused the man shoved Jack back by the shoulders.
Jack stumbled back and finally looked up at the stranger's face.
Jack was startled to see the anger in the man's eyes. Jack braced himself for the screaming that he knew was to come.
"It's snowing outside and you order an iced coffee? What the hell is wrong with you?"
What?
Jack looked back up at the stranger's face, the anger still glowing in his golden eyes. Jack couldn't resist the urge to smirk.
"I'm not really a fan of hot drinks," Jack shrugged, "They always burn my tongue." The stranger made a disgusted noise and mumbled something that sounded like "Idiotic brat" as he examined his clothes. With a huff, the man turned and went back into the cold.
"What a dick," Jack mumbled as he rolled his eyes; he had just been trying to help.
"Hey Bunny," Jack called, using Aster's nickname, "Hit me up with another iced coffee please."
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Kozmotis Pitchiner pitied anyone that would have to talk to him that day. As he stepped off of the elevator, anger and pure fury practically radiated off of him.
His secretary, Elizabeth Anderson, stood up to greet him as he walked into the lobby. She was the epitome of average in Koz's opinion, with no defining features and regular brown hair and brown eyes.
"Good Morning Mr. Pitchiner, is there anything I can,"
"Fetch me my spare suit," Koz hissed out as he walked pass Elizabeth's desk and through a set of doors to his own office.
"Right away Sir," she chirped as she followed him into his office and darted for his closet in the far corner while Koz started to unpack his briefcase onto his desk. Elizabeth brought his spare suit over and held it out to him.
"May I ask what happened this morning Sir," she asked, with something Koz would've mistaken for concern if he didn't know better.
"Some punk spilled his iced coffee on me this morning. Can you believe that? Iced coffee? It's winter and the idiot is drinking iced coffee!" Koz had to take a deep breath to calm himself as he took the suit from Elizabeth.
"What did he look like," Elizabeth asked, rather hoping Koz would answer her selfish question.
"Oh, I don't know! He was a bit shorter than me and he had blue eyes and white hair!" She was lucky enough to get that much of a description out of Koz, due to the fact that he rarely paid attention to other people. He wouldn't have looked at the man at all if he hadn't run into him. Well, that wasn't entirely true. The white hair would've caused a double take, but nothing more Koz decided.
"I hope I never run into that brat again!"
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"Come on Jamie, let's go down to the nurse's office and get you a band-aid."
The small 5-year old boy looked up to see Mr. Frost leaning down offering him his hand. The boy carefully stood up and looked at his hands, which were red and horribly carpet burnt. Tears started to form in the boy's eyes as the pain started to set in and his hand felt like it was on fire.
Jack quickly got on his knees so he was eye level with the young boy.
"Hey, hey now. Don't cry. I know it hurts, but it'll be okay. We'll go down to the nurse and she'll get you some ice so it won't hurt anymore. Okay?" Jamie sniffed and wiped his eyes.
"Okay." He reached out and grabbed a hold of the hand Mr. Frost offered him. The two started heading towards the nurse's office after Jack asked one of the other teachers to watch over his kids in the gathering area while he took Jamie to the nurse.
Jack held Jamie's hand gently as they walked through the halls on the way to the nurse's. When they got to the main hallway, Jamie noticed something.
"Mr. Frost, what's that," Jamie asked as he pointed to a large table with heaps of clothes and mismatched accessories on it.
"That's the lost and found." Jamie looked up at Jack.
"What's that?"
"Whenever someone loses something, like a coat or a sock, it comes here. Then the person that lost it can come get it." Jamie thought about this for a moment.
"What happens if nobody ever comes to get it?" Jack rubbed his chin while he thought.
"Well, then somebody else can take it and give it a new home."
"Oh," Jamie whispered.
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I apologize for my horrible accent writing, hopefully I will improve as time goes on.
I would like to thank Layla Fair, who has agreed to be my beta for this story. So many thanks to you!
Until the next chapter, Happy Reading!