Author's Note: lol because there's been a lot of gruesome and depressing content on here, so I'm gonna have a go at writing something happy and/or humorous for you peeps. Happy thoughts. Thank you to those who have reviewed (either telling me just how sick last chapter was, or supporting/ leaving an idea) And, um… I would say that this is more of a… hmm… well technically, it's not, but… uh ,never mind : ) (hides in closet and locks door lol)I will say that if any of my chapters will get a bit more macabre, to say the least, I'll probably make an "It Snows When It's Dark Out Too" M Version, containing only the excessively graphic and violent bits. In fact I'll probably put the whole 'Please Let Me Disappear' storyline in said folder. I'll leave a note on this next chapter telling you if it's up. : )
RATED T FOR simply existing in this oneshot collection (hey, nothing excessively sadistic or depressing for once! Yay!)
It was quiet the day it happened.
Jack was summoning small groups of flurries and randomly dispersing them amongst Burgess out of sheer boredom. He was just so bored that day. Had Jamie not been in school, the winter spirit would've been occupied in a wicked snowball fight right about now, or maybe showing Jamie how he made Frosty the Snowman come to life by putting some of his magic in his top hat. Had the Guardians not been so busy, he probably would've went and bothered them, freezing elves, filling up the warren with snow, you know, something mischievous and completely uncalled for. But seeing that, yes, Jamie was still enduring mathematics class, and the Guardians were too engrossed with their duties to pay him any attention, Jack was left here. Dying of boredom. Without anything to do until his handful of believers were released from their unwilling prison of headaches and spitballs.
At times like this he'd balance on his staff, still as stone, and simply think, about a number of things. If it helped to keep him from going insane in the past 319 years, it would easily keep him busy until the school got out. He thought about miscellaneous things, none of which were relevant or had to do with past thoughts or reoccurrences in any way; his mind tended to wander like this. He thought about what Pitch was doing, how he might've felt when Jack rebuffed his offer of apprenticeship. He pondered about how Sandy sometimes, unbeknownst to himself of course, accidentally projected his own thoughts into peoples dreams. Jack had seen it himself one night when he flew over Burgess, and he had to say, it was pretty funny in his mind. He chuckled at what the dreamer must've been thinking when he dreamt of how angry he was to spot stray black horses made of sand jumping across the rooftops. Jack thought about how Bunny reminded him of that one Australian croc hunger that Jamie loved to watch, solely because of his accent, as childish as it sounded. Hmm… Bunny…
If you were to ask Jack what he thought of Bunny, odds are he'd probably say what he firmly believed to be true: He was a grumpy, slightly egomaniacal kangaroo whose obsession with eggs and flowers alone was enough to make Jack want to make fun of him, to make him want to poke the bear; except in this case, it would be more like poke the pooka. Jack honestly thought that Bunny could be compassionate and a little less pushy without putting too much effort, but deliberately chose not to be, just so he could antagonize the newest Guardian. Well it made sense in his mind, at least.
Now, this is what Jack would say if you asked him what he thought of the overgrown rabbit. If you were to ask him what he felt toward him, he most likely wouldn't respond. The question wouldn't remain unanswered, just unable to be expressed through words. Jack couldn't say. He stuck his tongue out as he balanced on his staff, a habit that came with thinking hard on something that he really didn't know whether he should be thinking about or not. That kangaroo had said some nasty things to him in the past, and almost every spirit knew of their (albeit unofficial) sibling-like rivalry. So was that what they were? Siblings? Rivals? Frenemies? He remembered that apologetic, thankful look that Bunny shot him after Jamie explained how Jack rekindled his belief. So did that make them friends? Acquaintances? Jack recalled what Bunny remarked after becoming a Guardian, "That's m'boy!" Was it a fatherly, frenemy, sibling relationship? Or was it just a Pooka thing?
This was confusing.
"Jack!" Speak of the devil, the winter spirit thought, nimbly hopping off his staff and turning around to face the Pooka whilst he hopped out of his tunnel. Jack nonchalantly leaned against his shepherds crook and shot Bunny a faux enthused grin.
"Bunny!" he exclaimed with a lighthearted tone, unbeknownst that the guardian was rapidly nearing him, bearing an eager and slightly mischievous look. "Don't usually see you around these parts, Cottontail. Heh, that is, unless No-" rth's inviting me over again, was what Jack was going to say as a way to joke about North's usual method of getting him to the Pole. But he found that he couldn't complete his sentence, for before he could finish it, Bunny had hopped in front of him and pressed his lips against Jack's own. For a moment, Jack had no idea what was going on. And then the next moment, the realization struck him like a slap across the face.
Jack had never been kissed before. In fact, he'd never expected to be kissed, much less by someone who might or might not have hated him. His limps were frigid and paralyzed in shock as Bunny's arms snaked around his waist. For a second, the only words that would go through his head were. Um. What. For a second, Jack was tempted to push him away and freeze his feet to the ground. But seeing that he was technically being held in place, he couldn't very well carry on with this plan. Not really knowing what else to do, Jack… hoped he was kissing back the right way, allowing his eyes to close and his limbs to relax a little more. He had to say, it was an interesting - even slightly enjoyable - experience. Albeit slightly awkward and totally out of the blue, it wasn't half bad.
When Bunny broke the kiss, Jack looked up at him with an expression that bore both awe and curiosity. "Bunny?" he asked with a hushed whisper, allowing Bunny's soft forehead to rest against his own.
Is that what we are? Friends who kiss? Lovers?
These thoughts meandered into the forgetful recessions of his mind as Bunny spoke to him.
"Jack…" he sounded as if he were going to say something. He pulled back a little to shoot him an amused and intrigued look. "Y-yeah?" The winter sprite listened, hoping for an explanation of the sudden and uncharacteristic rashness that overtook him, only to receive a smug smirk.
"It's Opposite Day."
Jack's jaw dropped. His expression morphed into one of shock and, surprisingly, playfulness.
Bunny quickly released his affectionate hold with a gut bursting laughter and hopped down a new formed tunnel, Jack pursuing him just as quickly with a look of playful frisky determination scrawled upon his face. And with that, a chase of epic proportions sparked a fire that would last all eternity.
Author's Note: Well, that's Bunny for you. XD In my defense, technically this doesn't contain JackRabbit, seeing that it was, in fact, opposite day. There's two sides you could possibly pick: one, Bunny was just messing with him to express what he (really didn't) think for him on normal days, which consisted of the complete opposite of affection and care… but come on, we know Bunny could be really mean sometimes, but I'm pretty darn sure he does care about Jack. And POV number two: He could've really meant his actions but used the whole "It's Opposite Day" thing to cover it up. I can see Bunny doing both of these things. But hey, ya never know, ya know?
And I might be writing a JackRabbit story in the near future. I'll be wrapping up my other rotg fanfic "Frostrauma" pretty soon, so just bear with me, k?
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