A/C: Thank you to those who commented! I would answer your questions but then I'd be giving spoilers for my own fanfiction. lol

Here is chapter two, came out faster than I thought it would! lol, hope you enjoy!

Chapter Two

Damn, he was flying fast. Jack tried to ride the erratic waves of the wind, ice and snow forming behind him in a dense mist as he leaned forward to gain more speed. His eyes narrowing to keep the sting of the wind from making his eyes water and also to keep the strong heat at bay from the man that flew away from him. As he flew, the ice that had decorated his body for these many years, slowly started collecting as little droplets of water, and flying away from the speed of the wind. This was an insane move on his part, he knew this.

Eros flew like a meteorite coming into Earth's atmosphere but in this case, the opposite direction. He flew fast, his anger and confusion driving him faster and farther. A trail of red and orange light followed after him as he flew, heated up from the glow that emanated from the very core of his body. Unaware that Jack was behind him and how the heat affected the snow spirit, made him try to ease the anger that was bubbling up inside him. It was difficult though. He didn't know where he was going but something deep inside him, told him that this wasn't right. Something was missing.

"Eros! Please! Wait!" Jack yelled out, forcing himself to move even faster until he was just able to reach out to the man. He hissed as the heat of the man's movements made the ice on his hands melt away to expose his body, making his skin red in irritation from the sudden heat. Ignoring the pain as best as he could, Jack reached out to grab Eros' ankle, and pulling it hard. The force of it sent the both of them toppling downward towards the Earth, limbs flailing about as they tried to regain composure. Eros cursing out as he tried to control his new found ability and Jack watching helplessly. Jack was able to gather himself together and bring his form to a halt. He shook his head to get rid of the dizzying effects of falling like that and his eyes caught sight of Eros falling. He almost made a move to go and try to help his love but he paused.

If he tried to help him, Jack knew, he would burn or at least he thought so. He was ice, Eros was fire. The two did not go along well. At the same time, Eros flailed once more, bringing his arms down tightly to his sides, his face squishing up tightly as he concentrated. His body stopped for only a moment before continuing the free fall and his mind concentrated more as he imagined himself floating on a hot bubble of air. He wasn't sure how he knew it but something deep inside told him it would save him at the moment. Then finally his body stopped falling, everything coming to a sudden halt as his form took on a steady glow once more, but much dimmer than before. His eyes shot up, glowing brighter as he stared up angrily at Jack. Jack slowly descended down til they were eye to eye, a grim look on his face.

"Get the hell away from me!" He yelled, pushing his hand out to try and push the other away from him. The contact of those hands on Jack's chest made Jack pull away, a hiss escaping his mouth as he felt the burn that threatened to singe his flesh. He could already feel the coolness of his form easing away the burning sensation but it reminded him of why he couldn't get too close to the other when he was this upset. When in a steady and balanced mood, Eros was almost like any other mortal in the world, if one didn't count the smoke that rose up from the few times he had touched Jack. But when he was mad, it was like trying to touch an inferno. Eros again tried to fly away, his hands moving out to try and move through the air, but Jack flew around him with ease. He blocked Eros' route and the man gritted his teeth in frustration.

"I said...get...away...from me!" Eros screamed out, feeling a blast escape from him that flew out in all directions, and forcing Jack to trip in the air for a moment. But he regained balance once again with some struggle and refused to budge from his position in front of Eros. The man tried dodging him, flying this way and that, Jack meeting each movement with his own quick speed. Only when Eros realized that he wasn't in enough control to get the upper hand, did he stop. A loud curse escaped him.

"Eros-"

"I don't want this. I don't..." Eros started but he wasn't sure what he wanted. He wasn't sure of anything and for some reason, that bothered him more than anything. This feeling of hopelessness was more than he could take and it made him feel as if a large hold was forming in his chest. Shaking his head to the side, he raised his hands to his temples, clenching his eyes shut as he tried to delve into his own mind. There was nothing. Nothing there for him to grab onto. Jack's face became pained as he recognized that same expression that he had once held himself.

"Eros...please, listen. I did not mean to make it sound like I was deciding things for you. I'm just trying to help." It was the truth and Eros...knew that for some reason. He wasn't sure why and his eyes shot up to stare at the snowy spirit before him. The other had been so helpful to him from the beginning and Eros had gone along with all of it. He wasn't sure why he had trusted the spirit so much but there was a lingering idea that the man was good. That there was something he could put all his trust into but it dissuade the confusion within him.

"What...what is a Guardian? Why did this happen? How did this happen? Why was I chosen to be like...this?" There were numerous questions running through his mind but those were the most prominent. The ones that seemed the most important and his eyes shot up towards the first thing he had heard. The first memory that he had. The moon. Which stared down back at him with a cold silence that riled up the anger deep inside him once more. Jack raised a hand up, distracting Eros from the gaze that he knew would only drive the other into a deep hatred that took years to go away.

"I get it. Honestly...it's...a lot to take in." Jack said, his legs coming up to sit Indian style in the air, his cane coming across his lap, and a hand ruffling the top of his hair.

"A Guardian...heh...is like a protector...of the children and...what we are. The core of us, as one said. It's like...we are the ones who keep the bad guys in their place and have fun at the same time. It's quite a gig, really." Jack chuckled, hands grabbing at his shins as he rocked back and forth for a moment. Eros came forward, pausing just a foot away from Jack, his flame cooling a bit more as he relaxed and became more enamored in Jack's words.

"As for why it happened, well, that's what the big guy up there knows. I'm not sure of the full story but I'm sure that Sandy definitely knows or at least has the best idea. Though it would be hard for him to explain it all, unless he gave you some show in your sleep." The idea of Sandy pulling up a full cinema movie in the dream came to Jack's mind and he couldn't help the smile on his face. That would probably be the best movie or would be the most boring thing he had ever seen. History movies weren't exactly something he enjoyed.

"Then for why you were chosen...that...well, there's different reasons for all of us. We all have something inside of us that is so strong that it's more powerful than anything else inside us. I know...sounds like some weird fortune cookie reading but without the mistakes. Like, my core is fun!" Jack said, spreading his arms out to his side and smiling wide to emphasize his point. He was fun, everything he wanted to do or what he enjoyed the most, was having fun and bringing that to others. Eros frowned, thinking hard about what it was that he was chosen for.

"Of course, it's not just fun alone. I also change fear into fun. When someone is so scared that they try to cloister themselves away, I make them think differently about it. Make them think of how much more fun it would or could be." That was the best way he could think of explaining it and Eros gave a small nod. The snow spirit made other people look at the good side of a situation? That was a pretty cool reason to be around but why was Eros around? What was it that he did exactly? Kept people warm in the middle of winter? Wow, what a great ability.

"For how..." A dark haze came over Jack's features as he came to the end, his mouth gaping for a moment before he licked his lips in nervousness. Eros approached, eyes wide and questioning. He wanted to know more, wanted to hear in more detail about everything. The little that Jack had said so far, just raised more questions within him.

"How?" He questioned, moving closer still, forcing Jack from his thoughts. The snowy spirit's eyes widened for a moment as he felt the natural body heat that emanated from Eros' form, making his own heat up just slightly, and he bit his lip. He wanted to reach out to the other so badly at that moment.

"You don't...you don't remember?" Jack knew that the man didn't remember but remembering his death wasn't Jack's main directive. He watched as Eros' gaze became distance, looking down to nothing really as he tried to sift through the few memories that he did have, and his eyebrows moving together in the becoming way that Jack had so loved to see before.

"No...I don't...I don't remember anything except hearing the man in the moon and seeing you in the room." Eros said, his eyes coming back up to Jack's. He didn't notice that glimmer of pain that flashed across Jack's eyes, his face barely hiding the hurt that he felt at those words, and he gave a weak smile. Jack knew he shouldn't feel as bad as he should, knowing that Eros couldn't really help it, but dammit, it hurt. After everything they had gone through before, all that awkwardness and Jack fighting the uncertainty in himself. It had taken him so long to get through it and for all of it to be taken away like that...he closed his eyes, forcing the thought away.

"You'll remember, eventually..." Or at least until he found out about Tooth's special reason for being. Jack dropped his legs down beneath him, his hand catching the cane before it fell, and his eyes downcast for a moment as he tried to collect himself. Then with a wide grin, he snapped his gaze back up to Eros, and shrugged his shoulders.

"Until then, let's just head back and try to get this all pieced together?" Eros stared for a moment, speaking nothing and giving no emotion away on his face. He wasn't sure if this was the right move to take. Something deep inside him told him that he should be somewhere, that he should be doing something. But if anything, he could find out what that was with these people. As weird as some of them were but especially from Jack, who he knew was only trying to help him, and had been the nicest so far. That itself, made Eros wonder why, but he would delve into that later. Taking a deep breath, he gave a curt nod. Jack smiled.

Both men turned back towards the direction of North's factory, Jack wondering if the large man was upset about the new skylight that had been introduced to his abode. The man was probably already installing windows into it and decorating the glass with those weird little paint by number stickers. Then a funny thought came to his head and he laughed out, Eros shot him a questioning gaze.

"Ya know, it's totally okay with me if you set the rabbit's tail on fire again."

Back at North's factory, Bunnymund's ears shot up. He looked around him, a confused expression on his face as he stared up at the hole in the ceiling that was currently being treated. Little elves danced around in the sunlight on the floor and the yeti's were hanging precariously on rope to try and straighten out the ragged edges. They were definitely doing something with the hole but Bunnymund didn't really care at the moment. Tooth flew up behind him as he looked around the room and she cocked her head to the side.

"What's wrong, Bunny?" The rabbit sniffed the air before he raised a furry claw and scratched the back of his head.

"I don't know but...I just got a bad feelin'."

The alley was dark. Darker than what was normal for the lateness of the night that was dimly lit by aged street lamps that flickered from lack of care. People passed by on the streets with their coats pulled tightly around them, black hair peeking over the thickness of the scarves, and narrow eyes showing their nationality. Asia was always cold in winter, especially in this far northern one that was as cold as Russian tundra. The people were used to such weather though and barely noticed the lone figure that was huddled in the darkness of the alley, attempting to keep cold with what meager clothing he had.

The man was of older age, appearing about sixty years old, and his age showing in numerous wrinkles. The wrinkles weren't the only thing that showed his age but the burnt out expression in his eyes that still held onto a small glimmer of hope. A heavily knotted mess of hair sat on his head that he had somehow managed to cover with waded up newspapers. His face buried in clothes that hadn't been washed in years and riddled with holes from moths and numerous fights. The man's hands shook, bare to the elements, as he rubbed them together furiously before ducking them beneath his arms.

So entranced with the idea of keeping warm, the man did not see the darkness that seemed to grow even denser in the back of the alley. The lights flickering wildly as it grew. Rats scurried down the alley, fearing the sudden dread that filled their little beating hearts, and the homeless man's face took on concern as his head snapped back. He turned his head this way and that, looking to see what had scared the little creatures, but his eyes were not able to see. The years of age, memories that had fallen away into time, made him blind to the darkness that approached him. The only thing that came to him, was the sound of scratching. A scratching that reminded him of rats scurrying away and he shrugged off the noise.

Only until the darkness had descended upon him, wrapping around his shoulders and entire lower body as if wrapped in a warm blanket. His eyebrows knitted together as a strange sensation came over him, lips growing into a tight line as his mind became dark. The light color of his skin, due to the coldness of the winter, became even paler as the darkness whispered into his ear. The dark cloak wrapping tighter as the man jerked, worry coming over his features as he finally realized that there was something very wrong.

The color drained even more, his cracked lips parting slightly as he let out a shaky breath, smoke filling the cold air before him. His eyes eased for a moment before the light that had barely lingered in his eyes, slowly disappeared, and his iris' became dim and lifeless. Only until the man was completely limp did the darkness pull away from him, hissing as it crept back into the dark depths of the alley. Leaving the poor and helpless man to sit limply on the ground for a moment.

Quietly, he stood up on shaky limbs. His fingers clutching at the roughness of the brick before he slowly made his way towards the store across the street. Bright lights fell on his form, showing the lifelessness on the man's face. His eyes widening for a moment to adjust to the light as he entered the store, ignoring the indignant yells of the store owner as he made his way to the back. His hands reaching out to grab at the bottles of liquor that lined the shelves, another hand striking the owner as he tried to stop him. Feet shuffling heavily on the ground as he ran out of the store with his prize before he plopped back down to his alley.

Silent tears fell down his face as he popped open a bottle, bringing it up to pour the sour liquid down his throat. Droplets of the liquor falling onto his clothes before slowly growing colder and turning to ice. The homeless man silently drank more and more throughout the night, weeping quietly into his worn out clothes, and eyes clenching tightly in desperation. In the morning, no one would notice the lone figure in that alley. Laying on its side, cold and stiff from freezing in the night, and the cold liquor that had heated him for only a moment before aiding in his death. No one would notice til a child fell upon the man's decrepit body and scream out in fear.

A/C: dun dun dun duuuuuun, who the hell is this?! Stay tuned.