A/N : Woa, thank you for all the comments / follows / favourites! *is happy* ^_^
Night-Fury1 : Tehehehe, only one way to find out. ;)
Wrath77 : Haven't planned to write about that yet, but my inspiration strikes randomly so I'm sure there might be a chapter about this sooner or later.
Arkangelsouls : Omg, that mental image is beyond disturbing! *lol* XD
JackrabbitFan777 : I'll try. ^^
Hanyoualchemist1 : A bag of coals maybe, haha. Nah, I hope North won't bear grudges for so long. *looks at him innocently while he adds her to Naughty List*
Guest : Thank you! To be honest I thought about this issue since I had watched the movie for the first time and wondered why noone had written something about it ( at least I haven't found anything so far but there are too many RotG-fanfictions around to read them all ). The Guardians and Manny really should be happy that Jack has a heart of gold, everyone else would have walked away like "Not my problem, FU." :P I'm gonna try to think of something from the Guardians' POV, just can't promise when I'll manage to write it.
Bare feet stepped quietly over the lush green grass of the Warren.
As usual the scenery looked like something you'd excpect on a kitschy postcard. Colourful flowers and blossoming trees as far as the eye could reach. The perfect image of spring.
It was a beautiful sight. Peaceful.
Jack was aware that he was going to destroy this peace the moment he had set a foot into it.
There was no going back, he would do what had to be done.
For the plan to work, he had to use all his abilities at once. Sneaking, hiding, surprise attack, speed and ice powers. He was determined to be successful.
There was no sign of the Guardian of Hope anywhere.
Of course Jack was well aware of that fact.
Once more it was of great advantage to have Baby Tooth as his partner in crime. She wasn't accompanying him right now, but she had informed him about Bunny traveling to Thailand to look for inspiration for new egg designs.
While Jack was in the Warren to accomplish his revenge the little hummingbird fairy was keeping a lookout and would warn him so he had time to escape before the rabbit came back.
The winter spirit assumed he had at least a few hours till Bunny's return but didn't rely on it. Just to be on the safe side he would get over with this as fast as he could.
Much to his relieve the sentinel eggs, his ultimate prey, were used to his presence since he visited now and then to paint eggs with their master.
For a moment Jack felt guilty for abusing this trust, but then he remembered why he was here.
The shoe-incident.
Maybe he would have gotten over it, but the Australian cottontail had to show the photos to Tooth and Sandy and as if this wasn't enough embarassment already he also gave them copies. For what exactly Jack didn't know and honestly didn't want to know. He was sure that if Bunny didn't hate Pitch's guts he would have given a copy to the boogeyman as well.
The kangaroo totally had it coming.
Even though the huge stone eggs wouldn't attack him the white-haired teenager was careful not to attract their attention too much. At least not yet. Without a doubt they weren't smart enough to suss his intentions but they could still run away or fight back. He had to wait for the right moment.
Hiding behind some flowery bushes he glanced at his soon-to-be victims and then at the bag around his shoulders. Several cans of Bunny's paint, the waterproof ones, and a few big brushes. An evil grin graced his face as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
Time to strike back.
With a loud battle cry he lunged towards the group if sentinel eggs and immediately froze their legs to the ground before they could even react. They changed their expressions from neutral to angry faces, obviously not being happy about the assault.
Jack counted how many he had caught. Four. Not bad for the start.
The Guardian of Fun, ready to proove how well that title suited him, put his staff aside and reached for paints and brushes.
Now he could get creative in a very mischievous sort of way.
He didn't have much time for perfection, but they weren't meant to become masterpieces ready to be put in a museum anyway. What he wanted was to take revenge on the pooka who had trampled all over his pride. And by the looks of it, he would achieve that goal.
When he was done he refreezed the melting ice at the stone giants' legs to make sure they wouldn't chase him through the Warren and hinder him from finding more of their fellows to enhance their appearance.
He had just finished painting the 11th one when a familiar buzzing sound caught his attention.
"Baby Tooth! Is Bunny coming back?"
A flustered nod was all he needed to abscond before the pooka would be able to kick his butt out of the Warren himself. On the way to the exit tunnel he quickly put the paint and brushes back in Bunny's storage cave and rushed to the surface with Baby Tooth at his side.
Oh, how badly he had wanted to see the kangaroo's reaction to his 'artworks' but he valued his life far too much for that. Being there when he saw what the winter spirit had done would lead to estimated 4 weeks in Santoff Clausen's infirmary.
Nope, definitely not worth it.
Still, the look on Bunny's face would be priceless.
The Spirit of Easter was in good mood. He had studied ornaments on Thai temples all day and had made dozends of sketches for potential exotic eggs. It was hard coming up with unique designs every year after several centuries so he often roamed different countries and cultures for inspiration. And today he had been quite successful and was satisfied with the results. He couldn't wait to actually paint the designs on the eggs.
With one last powerful jump he entered his Warren and immediately sensed that something was wrong. Very wrong. As North would have put it, he had a bad feeling in his belly.
He stuck his nose into the air and next to the usual scent of flowers, grass and spring he noticed something else. Ice and fresh paint.
Oh crickey.
Fearing the worst he hurried to follow the smell and soon found the source of it as a group of almost a dozend sentinel eggs stomped towards him.
The Guardian of Hope stopped in his tracks and just stood there staring in shock.
With the exception of their legs, which showed remainders of melted ice, the huge stone sculptures were covered in paint of all colours and shapes. What they all had in common were happy faces instead of their usual neutral or angry ones.
One egg was painted yellow with a black smiley face at the front.
The next was white with iridescent spots and clown make-up.
Another one showed a disturbingly exaggerrated happy anime face while others seemed to mock him with stuck out tongues, cheeky grins and…was that the famous troll face?
Plainly looking at them almost gave him a headache.
As if this wasn't bad enough a sudden worry hit him. With a nervous gulp he hesitantly stepped closer and with a single touch of his paw his fears were confirmed.
The little bastard had used his waterproof paint. It would take forever to wash it off again.
He let out a heavy sigh and that moment his frustration turned into pure, utter anger.
"I'll kill him, that bloody show pony!"
A/N : *sigh* No christmas presents and now no Easter eggs or chocolate for me either. Oh well, it was worth it. ;D
