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Chapter four:

A Not-so-mushy reunion

[Somewhere in London]

Souluna cursed as she slammed into the alleyway trash bins. She was chasing yet another of those funny, shadow horses that seemed to plague nearby cemeteries, disturbing the spirits there with their incessant neighing and their destructive behavior.

Souluna growled slightly as she freed herself from the smelly fish-heads and the used eggshells that had landed on her, staining her pale-gray fur with unknown stains.

"Shove me into a car compactor why don't you?" She grumbled, taking off after the shadow horse yet again. There had been a surge of these things ever since Pitch had tried to ask for her help. Of course, him asking for her help resulted in her threatening him before storming of to good ol' Mexico to enjoy a drink or two.

Souluna noticed that the shadow was pulling ahead of her. "Not on my watch Pinky-pie!" She yelled, leaping onto a stack of crates, using them as a launching pad as she hurtled herself at the offending shadow equestrian.

The nightmare glanced back-

-just in time to see the angry pooka football tackle it to the ground, spewing curse words all the way.

Souluna smirked as she watched the horse's futile struggle to escape. "Never race a rabbit, mate." She teased remembering and adopting a familiar Aussie tone and quote from an old memory of hers.

She flinched slightly, as she remembered who the tone belonged to. 'Damnit Soul!' she hissed to herself mentally. 'Now is NOT a good happy flashback time! Kill this thing first, THEN we can have our little marathon!'

The nightmare, seeing it's captor at war with herself, neighed loudly and, before the pooka could blink, a shadowy hoof collided with her stomach, sending her flying into the still-standing, nearby stack of crates she had used as a launching pad not too long ago.

Of course, it wasn't standing anymore after the horse threw a 5"9 bipedal rabbit into it.

Souluna groaned as she crashed into the crates, knocking them down onto her. The female pooka hissed as a crate landed on her head and, shaking away the stars, she half-pried, half-dragged herself out of the mound of crates, watching angrily as the shadowy horse dashed down the alley into the night.

"Crap. And to think, I almost had hi-"

Suddenly, Souluna watched in shock as, just as the shadow ran around the corner, something whizzed by her face, mere centimeters from the fur on her cheek. She watched as the horse neighed in pain as what ever flew by her slashed it's throat, sending the shadowy beast crashing to the ground, dead as a doornail.

Souluna stared in shock.

The horse stared back in death.

Whatever killed the shadow whizzed back by her ear into the alley behind her.

Souluna stared for a moment before shaking her head hard, making her ears wave back and forth. "What the hell was that?" She asked, half-asking herself, half-saying something into the night.

"'Well, that, was my trusty boomerang Sheila."

Souluna froze, hearing the amused, Australian voice that called from behind her. Looking behind her, she saw the familiar form of yet another pooka, stepping out of the shadow-covered alley.

Souluna smirked, but hid it as she pulled herself free of the crates, turning around to glare at said pooka. "E. Aster Bunnymund! So we meet again eh?"

So saying, a familiar blue-gray pooka stepped completely out of the shadows. "'Seems so Soul. I haven't seen you since New Orleans. 'Alloween night, wasn't it?"

Souluna-or Soul-Smirked quickly before frowning. "Yeah. That was the year you painted my tail pink wasn't it?" She asked the last part rather dangerously, making the Guardian of Hope chuckle.

"Ya screamed 'Bloody Murder' if I remember correctly." As he approached, Soul noticed a white haired teen with blue eyes standing behind Bunny, wearing a blue hoodie while having a sack of sorts slung over one shoulder, and a Sheppard's crook o the other.

Soul quirked an eyebrow at the boy. "Who's the kid?"

The boy gave her a smirk as he came to stand beside Bunny. "Name's Jack. Jack Frost. Guardian of fun and king of chaos."

Bunny rolled his eyes. "'E's also the most annoyin' show pony ta' ever walk the earth."

Soul giggled at this before turning dead serious. "While I'll admit that I'm not really in the mood for revenge Bunny, I have to ask, why are you here?"

The faint grin on Bunny's face disappeared all together. "We need you to come with us."

"And why would I do that?" Soul growled, once again relighting the hostile spark between the two. "If you're here on behalf of some spirit like Father Time or Cupid or-"

"We're here on behalf of the Guardians." This time, Jack interrupted. "Manny's sent us to find you."

Soul frowned. "Manny? What does he want me for?"

"He thinks you can help us with Pitch."

No sooner had the winter spirit said that, Soul growled, her ears flattening against her head as she quickly drew her knife and pointed it at the boy. "Pitch! What's he planning and where is he?"

Jack stared at the knife nervously but Bunny chuckled and gently, put his paw over Soul's, lowering the knife. "Calm down Sheila. Frostbite over 'ere isn't with Pitch."

Soul glared at the Easter bunny before grumbling and putting her knife away. "If you say so cottontail."

Hearing this, Bunny scowled at her while Jack laughed. "What did I tell ya 'bout callin' me that?!"

Soul laughed and shot him a mischievous smirk. "You told me to stop calling you that or you won't stop at just my tail the next time you paint it pink-AGAIN."

"That's right pinky."

Soul gave him a wide-eyed look of disbelief before it turned into a look of pure anger. "WHY YOU COCKY SONUVA-"

She didn't get to finish her sentence however, because just as she prepared to tackle Bunny, a cold, amused, British laugh echoed across the alley. "My my, quite a temper, eh Soul?"

The three spirits froze before whipping around to stare up at the source of said voice.

Pitch.

The boogieman laughed as he watched Jack instantly point his staff at him while the two pookas glared daggers at him, both gripping their respective weapons. "Why so surprised? I told you I'd be back." He mused, directing these words at Jack and Bunny before turning his gaze to Soul. "Ah, good to see you Soul. I don't suppose you've reconsidered my offer?"

Soul growled at the nightmare king, ignoring Jack and Bunny's expressions. "Get bent." She growled, her ears flat against her head.

Pitch laughed. "Still quite the little spitfire are we?" He taunted, breaking the last straw.

Before either Bunny or Jack could do anything, Soul had kicked a nearby trash bin lid into the air before throwing it like a discus at the boogieman, hell bent on beating him into a bloody pulp in a six-foot deep hole in the ground.

Pitch laughed and, with a wave of his hand, the thrash lid was engulfed in a wave of shadow sand-crushed into a taco shell-looking piece of metal. No sooner had the metal fallen to earth however, a flurry of ice and snow forced the boogieman to nimbly leap out of the way.

The nightmare king merely laughed as he met the dangerous expression of Jack Frost. "Not bad Frost. You've certainly been practicing." He mused, dodging a ball of ice.

However, before he could yell at his nightmares to attack the boy, a pale-gray blur crashed into his side, knocking both spirits off of the roof and onto the street below. Pitch grunted as Soul crashed her fist into his jaw-rewarding the angry pooka with a satisfying 'crack' before she leaped away.

Pitch snarled as he struggled to his feet, glaring daggers at the combat-ready Soul. "Not bad," He growled, snapping his fingers. No sooner had he done that, several nightmares surrounded him, poised to attack. "You like to play rough eh? Well then, let's play." With that, he unleashed the howling nightmares upon the poor pooka.

Soul cursed, side-stepping one nightmare before slitting it's throat with her knife. "Not the best plan I've had." She mumbled, ducking under another one before jumping up and delivering a powerful, two-footed kick to it's sandy muzzle.

Suddenly, before she could react, Jack yelled out from above her. "Soul-BEHIND YOU!"

Eyes widening, the she-pooka whipped around-just in time to see a nightmare leap at her. 'Crap!'

However, before it could connect, a familiar object whizzed by her face, lodging itself in the 'mare's forehead. As she watched, a large, blue-gray blur dashed past her and, yanking it out of the now-motionless horse's head, quickly spun around, pulling her close as they threw the weapon over her head, hitting yet another nightmare.

Soul quickly closed her eyes as the nightmare exploded into dark sand, subconsciously burying her face in her rescuer's furry chest. She quickly opened them again, when said chest rumbled with laughter. "'What's the matter? Getting' spooked by the sand?"

Soul glared at the now-smirking Bunny before pulling his head down-closing the gap between their faces to mere inches as Jack's ice ball sailed over his head. "Well then, please mind the giant ball of ice flying over your own head." She teased, pulling a comical flight-attendant voice.

Bunny looked like he wanted to say more before they were interrupted by Pitch's cold voice. "Oh how cute."

Pulling apart, the two pooka's glared at a very amused Pitch. Ignoring the glares, the boogieman laughed, glancing at Jack as the boy landed with a soft thud near his allies. "Well then, I'll take my leave." He laughed again as dark shadow sand began to surround him in a sort of cocoon.

Just before the sand hid him completely, his cold, yellow eyes locked with those of Soul's. "Till then, my dear." He cooed, vanishing as the sand fell away, leaving empty space.

The three remaining spirits stared at the spot before Jack let out a low whistle. "So, you coming?" He asked, eyeing the murderous expression on Soul's face.

The pale-gray pooka snarled softly, running her paw over her knife's sheath. "You can bet your ass I am! When I get my paws on him-there won't be a place on heaven in hell where he won't be able to hide."

Jack grinned at this. "Wow," He commented, pulling a snow globe out of his hoodie pocket, smashing it on the ground a few feet away. "Bunny was right- you are as kick-ass as you are beautiful. " He grinned, ignoring the glare the Easter bunny gave him.

Soul quirked an eyebrow at the taller Pooka, smirking. "Talking about me are we?" She teased, walking towards the swirling portal. Glancign back, she grinned at the boys. "See you at the 'pole."

The two guardians waited until she jumped through said portal before walking towards it themselves-Bunny a bright red under his fur and Jack grinning a troll-worthy grin.

"So, reconnecting I see." The boy teased, eyeing his furry companion.

The older guardian frowned at the sprite. "'What's that supposed' ta' mean?"

Jack laughed. "Oh don't play dumb-I saw you two," He grinned. "Are you SURE she's not your girlfriend?"

"I 'already told you-She's not!"

"Then prove it."

Bunny stopped, eyeing the boy suspiciously. "…'Ow?"

Jack stroked an imaginary beard before grinning like a gremlin. "Kiss her!"

If Bunny had been drinking something, he would have done a very impressive spit-take-And even then, he did a good impression of one. "'WHAT?! 'ARE 'YOU BLOODY' ISANE?!"

Jack laughed even louder. "No just listen! IF she hit's you when you kiss her, then she doesn't like you. But if she relaxes and returns it, well, then that'll be my proof." He gave the bewildered Easter Bunny a cocky grin. "Deal?" He asked, extending his hand.

Bunny glared at the hand dubiously before giving in and shook it-regretting it already. "…'If it'll get you off me back 'bout t." He grumbled.

After all, he didn't see Soul that way…Right?