Inspired by the music, Insane- BTOB (It's a Kpop song LIVE WITH IT!) :3

Insane

by: bloodysword99

"Why don't you hate me, Frost?"

I want to hate you!

Jack says nothing. Only gripping his staff harder. Tighter. Hoping to drown this feeling with the pricks from the blisters. This feeling that he forbiddingly harbored for Pitch. This feeling that wouldn't go away. Wouldn't stop!

But I can't.

"You're wasting your time." Pitch turned away from the pained Winter gurdian.

That's right. Pitch Black, the Boogeyman, was driving Jack insane. The Frost Spirit was at very urge of his sanity just becuase of him. He thought being ignored for 300 years was bad but it was just pie compared to this. Being alone, he could handle. Flying Solo. It's been that way for so long. Now, he has a family. He was believed in. He was a guardian. Beloved. Cherished. Cared about. But why the hell does he feel more alone than before? Wasn't the guardians' companionship enough? Didn't the kids' faith satisfy him? Didn't he want this? Didn't he lay sleepless nights dreaming about having all this?

"Wait!" Jack reached over to Pitch and managed to grab his sandy sleeve.

Maybe...He just needed him to believe. Maybe, he just needed HIM to love him. Just him. The rest didn't matter. Just him. Just Pitch. Only Pitch.

"D-Don't leave."

"D-Don't leave."

Pitch's golden eyes widen. Startled at first but replaced with rage a second later. A Trick! He should have known better to fall for those big blue eyes. Pitch was kind of a sucker for them to begin with.

"Are you toying with me, Frost? You're treading on thin ice. And I mean that figuratively and literally speaking."

The Nightmare King glances at the ice pond below his feet. Jack's very tomb place.

"Just hear me out. Please. It's been like what...5 years?"

Yes, 5 long years since Pitch's last attempt of destroying the guardians. Easter Sunday. Oh how Pitch loved the taste of victory but it was short lived when Jack Frost rains on his dark parade with snowballs and fun time. Pathetic really. Pitch, the Nightmare King, defeated by a a figment of a child's imagination.

"No." The dark being splatted and tore his sleeve from Jack's grip.

But like the winter winds, the Frost spirit was persistent and caught Pitch's waist in an icy embrace.

"Please...Stay." He begged.

Pitch had heard pleads his whole existence. None of them he had listened to. None of them had melted his cold dark heart. Until today.

Somehow, Jack's small weak plead was like an ice blade cutting through his chest. It was so cold it burnt. It hurt.

"Give me a good reason." Pitch didn't want to prolong his and Jack's suffering. If he didn't provide a sufficent answer then he'll simply dissapear from the face of the earth. Hide in the shadows so no one especially Jack would see him.

"I-I..."

He felt him claw his black coat. Hungry. Desperation. Fear. Jack must have sensed Pitch would leave him. Leave him forever. Leave him broken.

"I believe in you." Jack's voice trembled.

Pitch's throat felt dry. Why was he saying such lies? Does Jack really want him to stay so badly?

"Now. Now. Jack. Lying never gets you anywhere."

"I'm not lying!"

His grip was surprising lax after yelling. He must be tired.

"Stay? Please. With...me?"

A chuckle passed through Pitch's lips. it amused him of the very idea of a monster like him being wanted. It felt...odd. Strange. But none the less, it made Pitch happy beyond anything. No one...has ever made him happy in a very long time.

"Please?" Jack begged once more.

The Nightmare King looks down upon this beautiful winter prince. He can not deny Jack was treasure. he would be a fool not to take up his offer. But Pitch...

had made this offer to him before, didn't he? And what did Jack say?

"Leave me alone."

Jack snaps his head up at Boogeyman's harsh burning words. Tears and hurt swelled out of those big blue eyes. Oh Manny they were hypnotozing! It made Pitch fall so hard.

"N-No!" Jack cried.

The Nightmare King takes his grip off his clothes and tried to walk but Jack wouldn't know when to quit. Not until he gets what he wants...Or Maybe, at least an answer why. Why won't Pitch be his?

And trust me, Pitch wants him as much as Jack wants Pitch but life isn't that easy, right?

As Jack keeps clinging to him, Pitch was at his limits. And he swore on Lunenoff prince's smug little face he will blast his frost guardian to bits!

"I AM A MONSTER, FROST. I don't deserve to be believed in!"

Now the truth finally comes out.

Shock penetrated Jack and later so did Pitch. Silence came like a dead breeze. Not even Manny (the godforsaken moon) stirred above them.

"I believe, Pitch."

"Why?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?" Jack couldn't help being funny. It was his nature after all.

Pitch sighed. He might as well be talking to a brick wall.

Taking this time, the Nightmare King caresses the boy's face and said in a hush fatherly tone.

"What makes you believe, Jack?"

Looking hard into those blue determined orbs, Jack answered like he had all the confidence in the world.

"Does there have to be a reason to believe?"

A brick wall.

Pitch lets another chuckle slip by his lips. This was more sad this time. He just can't win against Frost even in a battle of words. Like talking to a brick wall.

"You really are something."

Under the glow of the moon, both stood silent like the night. No words were shared but a bond was formed between 2 different souls. It was nice feeling for Jack and Pitch. Finding a soul mate in this cruel world. Having someone as lonely as themselves together. It was rare. A rare possibility in reality and a Cliché in fiction. But it felt right.

"So, will you stay?" Jack was such a hopeful little whelp. Poor hopeful persistant annoying whelp.

Pitch had an answer yet his words were drowned by a sound. A sound Jack knew very well and feared it.

Crack Crack Crack

"P-Pitch..." He saw the ice crack before the Nightmare King's feet.

Fear overwhelmed him. The boiling fear that Jack would lose Pitch the same way he almost lost his sister.

"..." The Boogeyman said nothing while gazing upon the growing cracks of the icy floor.

Oh Manny why are you so cruel?

Calculating his careful steps, he lift his foot and slowly takes a step. Pitch flinched when even his light weight the ice cracked further.

"Pitch, just stay there!" Jack scolded in anger.

Hovering of the ground, The frost spirit float towards him and observes the ice.

"Y-you're going to fine." he reassured the Nightmare King nervously.

"Do I look fine to you?" Pitch said but it was obvious fear had crept through his body.

Obviously, Pitch, even though he is the Boogeyman and King of Nightmares, he was still capable of being afraid just like any other being. It was ironic and a bit like a punch in gut for his reputation.

And apparently, Pitch knows he was capable of dying as well. Not even the guardians know this but he was as much as human as the rest. He was just a man who was possessed by Darkness and Nightmares. No extraordinary powers. Just human. And death comes to them. Always.

"Just look at me." He said softly hovering so he could be face to face with him.

"This is nothing! T-Think of it like a game!" Jack really had the gull to sugar coat a deathly situation. He wasn't called the guardian of fun for nothing. But...even guardians had to understand...No one can make death so sweet.

"Games? No more games, Jack." Pitch muttered.

No, Jack, no more games!

The exact same words his sister used on him 305 years ago. It echoed through his thoughts. The very memory...The frightened trembling voice of his sister.

"C'mon just one! Hopscotch! You know that right?" The frost spirit said holding on to Pitch's hand.

"This is a trick?" Pitch whispered even after all Jack said he still doubted him.

"Would I ever trick you?" Jack was already sounding desperate.

Yes you do! You always trick me!

"Of course you do. Always." The Nightmare King said bitterly.

Jack bit his lips. The past was repeating itself right before his very eyes. Fate was threatening to take away another loved one the same way.

"N-not this time! It's easy!"

He just had to get Pitch to safety. It wasn't difficult. It wasn't Rocket Science. He could do this!

CRACK CRACK CRACK

Maybe not.

Cliffhanger? Maybe not. :3