Requested by RubixSoul

Hey guys! This one was supposed to be cute but got a little... feely at the end ^^; Sorreh (The title sounds like a band name XD)

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Bunny and the Bunnies

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There were rabbits in Bunny's Warren. And, no, ha-ha, it wasn't him. Bunny grumbled to himself as he picked up the kit before him by the scruff of its neck and brought it up to eye-level. The little critter wriggled. Where there was one rabbit, Bunny knew, there were probably about five more not far behind. He sniffed the air, his ears pointing every which way. Yep, that confirmed it: there was a pest in his Warren.

"Frostbite!" he barked, storming in the direction he now knew Jack to be. The rabbit was still struggling in his grip and he shifted his position to hold it better.

He found Jack running around in a bit of a flurry by the dye river, kits hanging all about him like decorations on a Christmas tree – two in his arms, one in his hood, and one poking its head out of his pocket. His head darted up at Bunny's approach.

"Cottontail!" he sighed with relief and hurried over. "We've been looking everywhere for you!"

Before Bunny could protest the ridiculous nickname, Jack distributed the rabbits in his arms to his hood and pocket respectively before snatching the kit off Bunny and holding it up to his face.

"You can't just run off, Cottontail," he reprimanded it. 'Cottontail' twitched its nose.

"Frost."

"Hey, Bunny," Jack finally acknowledged him.

"Why are there rabbits in my Warren?" he asked lowly, eyes narrowed. "And the answer had better be good."

Jack blinked. "Oh, right, I found them topside," he explained. "They were all alone and I figured, who better to take care of rabbits than an actual rabbit? So, meet Flopsy, Mopsy," he pointed to the two in his hood with his staff, "Cottontail," the one in his arms, "Peter Rabbit, and Benjamin Bunny," the two in his pocket who were starting to chew on the edges of the fabric.

Bunny barely registered the names, too caught up on the first part of what Jack had said. The kid had a serious issue with picking up strays. "What do I look like, a babysitter?! I will not have rabbits in here eating everything!"

"Well, you're a rabbit," Jack shrugged.

"Actually, I'm technically a Pooka. Not a rabbit."

"Wait, what? What's a Pooka? You said you were a rabbit."

"I said I was a bunny, actually–"

"Same difference."

"–and Pooka are similar to rabbits, but not the same. I'm not even from this galaxy."

"Wait," Jack grabbed Peter before he could fall. "Are you trying to tell me you're an alien?"

"That's one way of lookin' at it," Bunny conceded. "But that's not the point. The point is ya can't go bringin' rabbits in here. They'll destroy the garden and soon I'll be overrun by 'em."

"But I don't know how to take care of rabbits!" Jack protested, gesturing widely and almost dropping Cottontail. "And they're only babies!"

"They'll grow. Go find some actual rabbits to look after 'em," Bunny dismissed, turning away. He had more important things to worry about than the whims of Jack Frost.

Jack cut him off on a burst of wind. "Oh, come on, Bunny." He lifted Cottontail and shoved her towards Bunny's face. "How could you say no to this little face?"

Cottontail squirmed.

"Easy. No." They reminded him too much of the past, anyway.

"What if I do something wrong and they die? I'm too cold," Jack pleaded.

Bunny heaved a sigh. He didn't want them around, true, but he didn't want them dead, either. "Take 'em to North," he said finally. "He'll prob'ly be able to find ya some kids who'll take care of 'em."

"Really?!"

"Yes. Now I want all of ya out of my Warren before I drag ya out." Bunny waved at the kid, "Shoo!"

Jack had already taken off towards the tunnels, though, the little kits squirming at the speed and chilly wind. "Thanks, Bunny!" Jack called over his shoulder before disappearing from sight.

Bunny muttered to himself as he went back to checking egg production. He was going to have to set up wards to prevent something like this happening again. Jack would probably still find a way in, though. He always did. But, for now, he would immerse himself in his work and distract himself from the other, similar little faces from the depths of his memories that he had unwillingly been reminded of.

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