Heya every body,



Well I know it's been a long time and I'm sorry but here is the next part of "Yes, Jareth, There IS an Easter Bunny." which is the sequel to "Labyrinth Christmas Carol." Anyway thanks for letting me use all of ya again and I hope that I write you well and give some laughs in the process. Anyway I don't own Laby or J or Faberge or anyone else. The Listians own themselves. Well at least I think they do. Now then if you want to see more of this gimme a comment for crying out load. Anyway on with the show.

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Yes, Jareth, There IS an Easter Bunny

Chapter Two



Our mysterious guest stood at the window as he watched Lyris assemble the list. So many people, even more then Jareth had even said. They were all going to answer the call. Indeed there were so many that it was going to be trouble finding places for all of them. Fingers were steepened and pressed carefully to the bridge of his nose, as he campanulated his decision. There could only be one person who could help Jareth through and be part of the punishment as well: Kim, The Manipulative Little Monster.





What do you mean me? Of course it was going to be me. Who else did you think it would be? No, I am not going to tell you about the mysterious guest. What kind of question is that? Why? Because if I told you it would ruin the rest of story. Honestly how lazy are you? No, I am not trying to make you hang around. Ok so I am but that's really not the point. Now, where was I? Oh yes...



Jareth stood on the balcony that over looked the Goblin City and his nose he pulled up his nose as small black crystals burst, spilling more sludge to the fray. Well, if the "guests" were going to clean, He might as well enjoy watching it. A loud thump was heard as the goblins pulled a rather gooey basket from the muck.



Even through the black glop that covered it, the golden weaving could be seen. Mis matched eyes were narrowed as he pulled a crystal from the air. In a flash of light...



Yes, a flash of light! Do I look like a lair to you? "Not lies my dear, good acting." No, I am not using random quotations to fill in montanus author babble. What a thing to suggest! It's light because I said so dammit! Don't make me come over there! Now where was I? (insert mumbled reading here ~~~~).



Oh, yes, Jareth's eyes were narrowed as he pulled the basket from the air. In a flash of LIGHT the now clean basket appeared in his hands.



The basket was made of golden cris-crosses, and set with small, sparkling crystals. The trim, along the edge, was a collection of brilliant spring flowers, set in lovely jeweled tones of purple, blue and green. The grass was made of tiny chips of emerald and there were carved, cuddly little animals. On the inside there was a collection of eggs, brilliant jeweled eggs, plastic eggs, stone eggs. They were all jumbled together in an artistic arrangement.



Tacked lightly into the right hand corner, was a small note with a gilded edge. In shimmering calligraphy, the ink changing into the small spring tones, it read:



You are invited,

To an Easter Egg Hunt.



Jareth recoiled and the basket was dropped from lifeless fingers. It hit the ground with a metallic clang, which was followed my a series of elongated clangs as most of the eggs rolled into all corners and out of sight. All of the eggs but one. He grimaced and angrily shook his hand to the sky, " This isn't going to work! You are not welcomed here anymore! Stay away from me! I mean it stay the hell away from me!"



And with that he kicked the basket and stormed into the throne room, slamming the door behind him.



Yes, the basket upset Jareth. No, he isn't a whimp, well ok maybe he is but I'm sure he has reason for his issues with it. Yes, I know what they are! I'm the storyteller remember? Storytellers are omnipotent didn't Gonzo say so. I'll tell you in time. All good things to those who wait and blah, blah, blah. No, I don't have an attitude problem now hush!



Meanwhile, Kim, The Manipulative Little Monster...



Look, I am not gonna bounce around with tenses. When I'm talking to you I'm me and in first person. When it's in the story I'm a character so then it's third person. Well if you think it's confusing for you, imagine what it is for me. Now, anyway...



Kim, TMLM, was very casually sitting in before her computer, black tipped fingers clicking in fast though her thoughts flew even faster. The story was finally forming and she wanted to get as much of it as she could down to paper, before it pulled a disappearing act. The fit of typing finished, she sat back slowly, a sigh slowly falling from her lips. A sore hand was drawn to the bridge of her nose and a massage began. Carmel eyes half closed as her neck was wiggled back and forth. She really spent to much time before her computer.



Once more that sigh was given as she reached wearily up to hit the save button. As soon as the story was safely tucked away, she pressed the menu button for the shut down. The screen went black and the tone beeped as her computer was moved to be off. Kim was about to go to bed when her room was filled with an eery incandescent light. A half turn was given and she blinked slowly at what she viewed.



There, sliding across the screen, were words as if being slashed in crimson ink by a well practiced hand. One foot was thrown to the floor in an act of defiance. Her voice was tossed out in an angry hiss. " Dammit Jareth, you always pull this stuff at the worst time. Lemme alone I'm going to bed!"



Still the summoning went on as Kim climbed into bed and pulled the pillows over her head. She hummed loudly in an effort to drive out that pathetic whine. She knew it wasn't going to do any good but she had to try. Finally she decided to be more mature then her nemesis and act like a grown-up.



Yes, I can act like a grown-up. No I don't think that I sound like a child when I call them grown-ups rather then adults. Yes, I am going to be as stubborn on this point. I'm stubborn on every point don't you know that yet? Well, I'm glad you think that Jareth can beat me up, but stop interrupting me. Now then...



The message had finally stop scrolling and that incessant whining had ceased for the moment, as Kim stood up. Angry, abrupt steps were taken to the dresser and she pulled out a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt and she stuffed her feet into tennis shoes. Now normally Jareth didn't allow people time to change but he figured that the clean-up was punishment enough. Long chestnut hair was pulled back into a ponytail as Jareth appeared in the room.



He studied her with a critical eye and a sneer of disapproval was twisted across his face. His manner was cold and his voice was aloof as he spoke, "You're going to wear that?"



Kim prickled at his and her lower teeth were pushed down in an effort to stop the slew of swear words issuing forth.



Yes, I swear a lot dammit it. And yes I am probably over-descriptive when I write but I can't help it that's the way I am. If you truly know me, then you know that.



"Well, you stopped whining I see..."



Jareth cut me off just like he always does. He has to have the last word you know. "I was not whining. I was motivating you to action and there really isn't a better way to get you to move."



Once again Kim's teeth clenched, "What ever you need to believe J. Anyway, yes this is what I'm wearing. And there's no need for you to be a jack- er jerk all the time. After all I'm just going to clean your junk, it's not as if I'm going to a ball or something."



His royal highness pulled himself up and put what I suppose was a regal expression on his face. "You should always dress with decorum, grant me the honor I deserve."



Kim suppressed a laugh with a cough but one couldn't hide the cocky look on her face. Slow steps were taken to J and she said very softly, "J, don't even tell me what you deserve because I will gladly give you what I think you need."



Jareth smiled and walked over to her with a worldly smile on his face, his voice was almost as soft as her as he placed his arm on the wall above her shoulder. "And what would that be, Kim?"



She smiled and said in a honeyed tone, " Jareth, don't make me kick your ass." A dirty, old tennis shoe was raised in the direction of the afore mentioned area and J took a step back. He snapped his gloved fingers and once more a bunch of sludge filled crystals was added to the area Kim was supposed to clean.



He didn't mention this, he merely smiled and took her by the back of the sweater. His voice was warm and inviting as he spoke, "Come along now, Kim. It's time we got the rest of your party. First stop, Aud."





And with that they vanished from her room in a burst of light.

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~Kim, The Manipulative Little Monster