I'm surprised on how many people who liked the first chapter! I'm really honored about this, hopefully I would do everyone justice and keep up the good work on this latest piece of mine.

Disclaimer: I wish I may…I wish I might…but it is all just a dream. If I did own either Rise of the Guardians and Avatar series (both The Last Airbender and Legend of Korra), well, I would have made a ton of BunnyFrost fans happy.

Beta'd by BAMmwuahaha, a thousand thanks to you! :D

Chapter 1: Universe's Scorn

Present day…heh!

Present time!

AHAHAHAHAHA-

Serial Experiment Lain

Republic City…

The capital of the United Republic state, a shining example of the unification of four nations, where benders and non-benders can live side by side.

Like the Avatar, it is the physical representation of unity; the epitome of peace and the Fire Nation's redemption after the Hundred Year War, only to be thrown deeper into the inferno when unrest and mistrust to benders arise, giving birth to the Equalist Revolution.

But that is a story for another time.

As technology advanced, so does the acknowledgement of science. The population slowly gained understanding of the world around them, such as how their native element reacts with another or how the human body actually generates its own electricity! Not only that, people became more tolerant to each other, may that person be a bender or otherwise. No one fought each other over who was better or who had more rights. However, no matter how much life had been advanced, there is one thing that has, and always be, remained the same in the world of Bending Elements.

(1) Ding-dong

Ding-dong~

…

Ding-dong~

Ding~ dong~

"Crap! It had already started!" a curse escaped from his lips, causing the said youth, probably around 17, to pick up speed. He had only twenty minutes left to beat the second bell; otherwise he would never hear the end of it from his homeroom teacher. Or from his arch nemesis…but no time for that, legs must not fail him!

A pair of blue eyes glanced down at his wristwatch and clicked his tongue as he found out that the batteries had died on him. Oh joy.

He ignored an occasional double take that was sent his way. He was used to it by now; it wasn't every day that they see a kid with…

"Almost there!" the school was just in front of him now…he could feel it.

Hold on…that clock is…!

"Oh, no…Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapityc rapcrapcraaaaaaaaap!"

It would seem that he won't make it at this rate, his legs were about to give in underneath him. There was only one thing that he could do, even if he had to break some rules while doing it!

Waving his arms in a fluid motion, he conjured up some water out of thin air before manipulating the liquid to freeze into an arc. Setting his knees to be bent, he used all the momentum he had before springing up to use the frozen arc as a makeshift slide, sliding towards the entrance of the building before pushing the doors open. The youth dropped to his knees as he slid across the hall, since the tiled floor was thankfully slick. Once he slowed down, a grin grew on his face as he took in the situation around him.

He was in the school.

There were few minutes to spare.

And above all…he was not late.

"YES!" he cheered, jumping up. "Yes! Sweet jumping elephant koi yes! And not a minute to…"

"Jack Frost…why am I not surprised?"

His victory was cut short as he slowly looked over, only to find the one face that he would rather not see first thing in the morning.

"Le gasp!" he dramatically spoke out when he found out who the owner of the voice was. "Honor Student Katsura Itou of the Honor Student Society? What are you doing here?"

The said student, now known as Katsura, turn up his nose and glared down at Jack, as if he had just stepped on something foul, like fallen dung of a poodle monkey.

"I was just making my rounds as usual…" he responded, keeping a sneer in his tone. "Until I ran into you, being late to class, like always."

Jack stared at his schoolmate as if he was crazy before sending him a glare of his own.

"Me…late for class?" he let out a small laugh as he stood tall, even though he was about a couple inches shorter than him. There is no way that he would let this guy walk all over him, again. "Hey, I'll have you know that I have a few minutes to…"

Ding-Dong~

Ding~ dong~

…

Ding~ dong~

Ding-dong~

The last note rang out until silence follows, Katsura was now smirking in triumph as he stared at Jack, whose smile was still on his face but clearly was despairing inwardly.

"I must have done something to the Universe in one past life."

The only answer he could receive is a firm grip on his arm.

"Let's go, Frost…time for class."

Class C – 4

"Alright, class, park your rears in your sits and please save the kitten whispers and girly gossips for later," the teacher sniffed for a moment before readjusting his glasses and turning to the chalk board. "Now today, I would like to remind you all…"

But the teacher was quickly interrupted when a knock on the classroom door was heard. The shoji-style door slide open, only to reveal a dark-haired young man holding a familiar younger teen by the arm. Of course…only an idiot would be blind enough to miss the hair color of…

"Jack Frost, tardy again." His snobbish but slightly monotone voice was heard as he stared at the black sheep of his class. Then he turned his attention to the familiar older student. "And good morning to you, Katsura."

Snickers were almost barely covered in class but a quick warning glare was enough to shut the entire mass up, unless they have to suffer through the infamous weekend-sacrificing detention.

The dark haired student bowed a bit before (a bit roughly) pushing now named Jack inside the classroom.

"I'm sorry, Sensei," he apologized in a voice so respectful, that Jack had to resist the urge to roll his blue eyes and gag. There was enough gemsbok bullshit that would fertilize the barest land of the Earth Kingdom. "But, Jack here…" the way he placed an emphasis on his name, the younger teen could tell that he held some sort of disdain against him. Not surprising though. Somehow, his mere presence just gets on most people's bad side. "Once again needed an escort after failing to arrive to his class on time."

That's because you held me back on purpose, you stupid hog monkey! The younger boy mentally seethed, clenching his teeth. That is what he wanted to say out loud, but Jack knew from past experience that it was proven futile. And by the spirits, did he have to learn again and again to know that lesson hard.

Light reflected on the teacher's glasses as he nodded after listening to the honor student. Something that Jack found kinda creepy, how does indoor light work on specs like that?

"I see now," then he turned to his student in front of him, looking impassive. "This is the ninth time that you are tardy, Mr. Frost." Already, Jack could feel ice literally forming from his words. "Nine. Times." He drawled those two words out as if they're separate sentences, placing specific emphasis on both of them.

All Jack could do was to hang his head and stare at the tiles of the classroom floor; he didn't have to know that a certain percentage of his class was practically relishing this morning scene.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself, Mr. Frost?"

Silence settles in the air, everyone seemed to be leaning in to see how Jack would respond. It was no secret that the honor student had some sort of grudge against him (but who has these days?) Some say it was Jack's particular background, but most would say otherwise on the topic. On what seemed to be forever – but in real time, it was only a minute or so- Jack finally lifted his head up and gave his teacher a cheeky smile.

"One more, and hopefully I'll get a prize out of this."

To be fair, it wasn't very witty, but it does get more than just chuckles from almost the entire class. Jack smiled at the result, feeling proud to bring smiles to his "bleak" morning while glancing over his shoulder to see the look of disdain on Katsura's face. He held back the urge to stick out his tongue at him, since he was in enough trouble already for today. The teacher turned to his class and simply cleared his throat. As if on cue, everyone quickly shut up.

Sensei nodded at the result as he turned to Jack.

"I'm in a rather good mood for today, so I guess I would let you off the hook," then he looked at him in the eye, still looking impassive as ever. "But let me remind you once again, Mr. Frost: Please be on time. Are we clear?"

Jack made a small salute. "Like ice, sir."

"If you please, take your seat." Then Sensei turned to Katsura. "You may go now, Mr. Itou."

The brunet bowed a bit, while throwing a quick glare at Jack. "Thank you, Sensei." was all he could say before leaving the class. Jack took this opportunity to head for his seat. As the young teen head down the seat aisle, Sensei turned back to the board.

"As I was saying before being rudely interrupted, today, I'm going to remind you all the upcoming Culture Performance this month. And top four benders will be chosen to represent their nation…"

Jack took his seat at the end of one row, directly beside the window. He tuned out some of the beginning of the lecture and glanced over to his reflection. There, he could see his own image if he looked very carefully around the glares of the morning sun.

He could see his duplicate-self staring back at him; from the blue hood peeking out from underneath his black school blazer to his light blue eyes and fair skin. His choice in fashion wasn't what turned people's heads; after all he had seen some of his schoolmates customize their own school uniform with a hint of their own fashion. The combination of fair skin and blue eyes might hinted that he could be of mixed blood, aside the fact that he was from the Water Tribe.

No…those things weren't what made people stop on the streets and stare at him.

Or look down at him as if he was some spider rat that was recently squashed into a bloody mess.

It was his hair.

Here was a bit of an explanation…his counting might be off, but he is pretty sure that 99% in the city, and probably the entire world, there are different shades of dark hair from all four nations. Jack, on the other hand, possessed white hair. Not in either black or brown, just shockingly white, like fresh fallen snow in the winter morning. Back the days of Avatar Aang, it was considered a stuff of legends but nowadays most people would say that it was some form of genetic mutation.

Others, well…it gives them enough reason to make his life Hell.

After giving his reflection a good gander, Jack inwardly sighed as he ran his hand through his hair before turning attention to today's lesson.

Maybe I did something to make the Universe hate me…

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Author's note(s): 1) I'm trying to replicate the same bell chime that they played at my childhood schools in Japan. I don't know if I got it right.