AN: Was meant to be a oneshot but got asked to do more so, here you are. I saw some potential in this so I came up with another chapter. Part of my mass update on this site. Illness can kiss my tooty fruity booty!
It snowing once more as Pitch emerged from his lair, full powered from gorging on the fear of the world, one thing was on his mind as he grinned widely.
Jack Frost.
He had kept tabs on him through his slumber, the boy filling his thoughts as he remembered the near god like being who had wielded such power. Perhaps he could persuade the boy to join him; the boy had remained isolated since the last time he had seen him and was now somewhere in the forests of Norway. He might not even have to manipulate him; the moon ignoring him was enough help him to win the boy over.
Stepping into a nearby shadow, he emerged from the shadow of a large tree, surrounded by even denser snow; the sky dark, the stars twinkling and as he walked he could feel the moon looking at him disapprovingly. He came to a top at a frozen lake so much like the one near his home and took in the figure skating on its icy surface.
Elegant was the word to come to pitch's mind at that very second and he grinned mentally.
Jack took to the air as if taking flight, landing easily on the ice and began to spin; only coming to a stop as he caught sight of the man watching him. He backed away slightly.
"Who are you? What do you want?" he asked, blue eyes flashing in anger.
"I've come to see you Jack. I'm Pitch Black."
The boy frowned, he had heard of this spirit but had thought it was a myth, no one had seen him in centuries. Where had been all this time? Though the more pressing question at the moment was, what could the Boogieman possibly want with him?
"Why would you want to do that then?" Jack shouted over not daring to move closer. No one visited to him; he doubted most knew he even existed so this could all be some sort of trap.
Seeing the others guarded expression Pitch put his hands in front of him to show he meant no harm, "I just came to talk."
Jack looked at him for a moment longer and he couldn't help but be impressed by the boy, he had thought that at the first sign of acknowledgement the boy would be all over Pitch like some puppy but the reserved attitude and calm scrutiny he received was something he could deal with easier.
Taking a step closer Jack glared at Pitch coldly, "He didn't send you, did he?" he hissed, eyes flickering behind him and to the moon.
"No."
There was a moment of tense staring before Jack stepped onto land, walking past Pitch only to sit on a tree stump not too far off, balancing his staff on top of his legs.
Pitch smirked and formed shadows into a chair for himself. He sat and took in Jacks form, the boy wore a blue hoodie with patterns of frost clinging to it; woven into the fabric magically it seemed, the shirt and cloak he had worn previously gone yet as he looked down, he noticed he had kept the trousers.
"So..uh..."
Pitch blinked, brought out of his thoughts by the boy and realised he must have been staring, "I've come to offer you something, Jack." He said, cutting to the point, he was never ne for dilly dallying.
The boy tensed slightly, "W-what? I haven't done anything so-"
"You're powerful Jack, I have seen you for years but as I was gaining power I did not want my presence known. You're a lot like me it would seem." Pitch began, "I know how it is to go unseen, to be invisible to all, forgotten. I know you ask the moon for answers and he ignores you."
Jack stood at that and glared, "I'm not invisible or forgotten!"
"Yet no one but our kind can see you and the moon ignores you." The dark haired man replied swiftly.
Silver hair hid the blue eyes of the frost spirit as he looked down, sitting back in his seat, "Why are you here then? You come to rub my nose in it like all the others do?"
Pitch reached out and laid a hand on Jack's shoulder, his fingers squeezing in understanding before he caught himself and withdrew the appendage with a slight cough.
"Like I said, I've come to offer you something."
Blue met silver tinted gold questioningly, "Join me." Pitch said as they looked at one another, Jack's mouth opened in shock. "Join me Jack and we'll no longer go unseen and forgotten. Join me and you won't be alone. Join me and I'll give you a family, a home."
In shock, Jack simply stared before his eyes narrowed suspiciously, "Why should I? I've been alone for near 300 years, why would I need a family? What would you get out of it all? I'm not stupid, you'd have to be getting something to just come and offer me this. I don't want to be feared or hated."
Again Pitch was impressed, Jack wasn't as naive as some may thing.
"I too have been alone and for much longer than you. Once I was feared by all and then the moon made guardians to chase my darkness away, everyone soon thought it had all been some bad dream and I was banished, weak and alone. So you see, we're alike, both alone and with no one but if together think of what we could achieve by joining our powers." Pitch stood smiling down at the boy, "Fear and hatred are only the darkness cast from the light and one cannot exist without the other."
Jack looked at the man, biting his lip ever so slightly, his gift was like that, it could cause harm or it could do good but the loneliness he had lived through had been crippling, he still had good in him but he wasn't all good. He wanted to be seen, to show the others that he existed and if that meant he had to join with the nightmare king to achieve that then he would.
"What do you say Jack? Join me and we'll make everything, everything-"
"Pitch Black?" Jack supplied, standing from his seat, his staff in hand.
"And Jack Frost too." Pitch said with a grin, "We will never be forgotten again, you and I. We'll be a team, a family. After all, what goes together better than cold and dark?" he asked, offering his hand.
Jack looked at it for a moment, mulling over his options, he looked over Pitch's shoulder and saw the moon watching silently and with a smirk he took the older spirits hand.
Pitch grinned, eyes lighting up giving him a sinister look, he took hold of Jack's shoulder and bent slightly, looking into the frost spirits blue eyes, "Let's go home then, Jack."
Jack nodded with another smirk, "Let's go home."
They reached the lake Jack had called home before his self-imposed exile after his confrontation with Bunnymund, stepping out of the shadows, Jack's slim hand holding Pitch's arm, the other males hand over the boys.
"This is my lake." Jack side, curiosity in his voice as he stepped out of the shadow, "you said w were going home, I assumed it was your lair or something."
Pitch smirked, "My lair is over there, through the trees." He informed the boy with a nod in the direction of his home.
"We've lived near each other this whole time?" Jack asked in shock.
"I was asleep for most of the time, collecting fear though I did come out a few times, the Easter Sunday of '68 being one such time."
Jack paled suddenly, "You saw that?" Pitch nodded, "I was so mad I couldn't control my powers." The boy sighed looking over the forest.
The nightmare king looked at Jack with a grin, "The wind was cold enough to wake me up, I saw you a few times before that but that day I saw the full extent of your powers and it was beautiful, I must say."
Jack flushed slightly, a slight blue tint coming to his cheeks as his frozen blood came to its surface earning a laugh from the older man.
"You can stay either in my lair or here if you wish, or both." Pitch told him calmly, "I can't go into direct sunlight you see so I shall be returning home. If you need me I'll be there." He then vanished into the shadows before Jack could say anything.
The boy looked in the direction the man had gestured at and began to walk, letting out a surprised laugh as he soon came upon a bed frame over a large hole in the ground. 'Well this makes a lot of sense' he thought with a shake of his head before going back to his pond to ice-skate.
AN: So..uh.. yeah chapter two..I don't know if this is good or not...hopefully it is.