This is chapter two of my Rise of the Guardian story, it is important that you know I HAVE NEVER GONE TO HIGH SCHOOL. Middle school, yes, high school, no. So a lot of their experiences might come across like scenes in a corny movie, I apologize in advance. I am also not Australian, but Bunnymund is my favorite character (Hugh Jackman, whoo) and I wanted to make him as Aussie as possible, so I looked up some stuff, if you're Australian and you see any mistakes, its because I'm a stupid, lazy American, and feel free to point them out. The story will mostly be told from Bunny's point of view, hope that's okay. If you think of anything you'd like to see in this story feel free to PM, I can't make any promises but I will try. Sorry for taking so long with the author's note, please enjoy the story! R&R your thoughts!
Bunnymund was the last to stumble free of the moon's transformative light. And he wasn't happy with what he saw.
"Gahh! Me ears!" He clapped his hands to his skull where they used to stand. "My fur!" his hands slapped down over a bare chest. Suddenly his eyes blew wide and he hopped about till his rear was facing the mirror. "Ah! My TAIL!" His hands fumbled down to the waist of his borrowed undies, yanking it down in desperation. Tooth squealed and slapped her own hands over her eyes as Bunny stared down at his suddenly round naked bum. "What have ya' done ya bloody wombat!"
"Bunny!" North chided loudly.
"He started it! Look what he did to me!" Bunny finally turned to his fellow guardians and froze in shock.
He wasn't the only one the moon had transformed after all.
"Look what he did to you!" He gestured at all of them, mouth hanging open. "You're okay with this?"
North shrugged, running a hand over his hairless jaw. The Guardian of Wonder didn't look different as much as younger. His once white locks had darkened into brown, the beard had been shaved from his face and his tattoos had been reduced so that all that was said on either arm was 'naughty' and 'nice' his list was totally gone.
"Is what Manny wants. So…" Another hapless shrug, still stroking barren cheeks.
"Yeah." Tooth agreed, shrugging wingless shoulders as if she hadn't quite gotten used to the weight. She pulled a fistful of multicolored hair in front of her face, stroking it like one strokes a swath of fabric to test the texture. "When has Manny ever steered us wrong."
Bunnymund shot a glance at Jack, whose appearance hadn't changed beyond a dash of color in his white cheeks, but said nothing.
The Sandman held up an uncertain thumb, his smile more of a grimace. Of the five of them Sandy probably looked the least out of place. His skin was tanned almost golden, his hair was fair, his eyes a soft brown, bordering on caramel, despite being a touch short and plump the mute Guardian looked almost as if he had been human his whole life.
"Come on guys!" Jack interjected, leaping to the center of the room. "This is gonna be fun." He gave them all a winning smile that had Tooth nearly swooning.
"Sure Jack." She agreed easily, giving her seldom used legs an apprehensive look.
"Is cake." North beamed back, like he had a stomach ache.
Sandy put up his other thumb.
Bunny 'hmph'ed and turned back to the provided mirror, giving his human appearance another once over. He was tall, lanky, covered in wiry muscle, he had big hands, long feet, ears that curved a little away from his head and yellow-green eyes (hazel, he thought it was called) he looked almost as normal as Sandy, if it wasn't for his grey hair. Dark, almost brown, grey hair, like his fur had been when he was a rabbit, streaked with lighter colors and flecks of black. He got a little queasy in the stomach seeing it on such a human head. Of course the queasiness doubled when he remembered it was his human head.
"Oh crikey…"
Shortly after their foray with the mirror, and a quick trip to North's wardrobe room the Guardians found themselves in the center of Applewood, a town a few miles over from Burgess. It felt strange to stand there in the open, and be looked at by grownups. And they certainly got looks. North might have lost a few years but he was still close to six and a half feet tall. Not to mention Jack's frosty locks, Tooth's vibrant ensemble and the eyesore that was the Sandman's clothing choice. A solid gold suit, really? The idea was to fit in. And of course Bunnymund was getting his share of dirty looks, but that might have been because he was dishing them out in the first place. The scowl hadn't left his face since MiM had suggested this whole crazy idea.
"Now what?" Tooth asked, directing her question at Jack, who was definitely the most at ease. He shrugged.
"We're gonna need a house. We can't go back to the North Pole every night and we're not normal immortals anymore. We're gonna need the sleep. Not to mention the warmth." Jack shivered for what had to be the first time in three centuries. "And food. We'll need that too."
Bunnymund's scowl deepened.
"Thought you said this was gonna be easy?" He growled, giving Jack his best glare.
"Well the interacting part should be. It's the living part that might be a bit difficult. I didn't really expect Manny to mortalize us for this."
"Oh don't worry." The smooth voice came from somewhere behind them. "He would never let anything happen to his precious Guardians."
They whirled, instinctively going for weapons that weren't there anymore. But what they saw froze them in place.