Author Notes: Chapter three finally up. Read how to make a cup of tea in the most detailed way as possible and I'd also like to know if you would like me to draw this story out and put it into a comic. Vote here to tell me what you think:- : / / scaryk26 . deviantart journal / ROTG - Comic - 509241812

"This is scaryk26 saying: HAVE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN READING!"

Everyone fell silent for a moment or two before Raven spoke,

"'Done nothing for you'? He's the reason why you're here, breathing the air that He provides for you. He's the reason why you get to spend an Eternity in pure bliss, no pain, no suffering, no remorse. Just happiness. He is the reason as to why you're still alive! If it weren't for Him I'd slice you in two and I'll be very happy to do so. So don't you dare say, 'He's done nothing' because He's already done plenty!" By this time her eyes were a deep shade of red, signaling that the Boogeyman was in danger. The Guardians were starting to feel a little worried and even (dare I say it?) scared (I dare :D) for Pitch. Though he was in trouble, he couldn't help but feel threatened by this. And no one threatens Pitch Black.

"Oh, you'd slice ME in two? I have you know that I am skilled and mastered with many of my weapons and I'm not afraid to fight girls. Even ones with 'spooky' colour-changing eyes." Jack suddenly flew between the two Elder Spirits.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Take it easy guys. Raven, I thought we asked you to reason with him, not make the situation worse." Raven looked at him calmly.

"Jack, you know very well that he brought this upon himself. Now he has to deal with the consequences." She snarled at Pitch and he snarled right back. He was not going to be threatened by a woman dressed in black, claiming to be Death. He then turned his head to Jack and said smoothly,

"Jack, why don't you leave things like this to the grown-ups? We obviously know how to deal with this." He turned his attention back to Raven and formed his black, bulky scythe out of his sand. She too had her scythe prepared. Jack quickly looked between them and flew back to the others. They really were scared now. Before either one of them struck their first move, a bright ray of moonlight found its way through a crack in the ceiling and positioned itself on Raven. After a while of, what Pitch thought was, listening she stood up straight and put the bottom of her scythe firmly on the floor. She looked at him sternly and allowed herself to calm down enough for her eyes to return to their original colour.

"Make one wrong move, Boogeyman, and I'll see you burn in a thousand flames." Pitch chuckled and then smirked.

"What is it with you and threats! Though, then again, women always do give out the best threats." She laughed slightly.

"Is that a compliment?"

"Could be." He gave her a seductive smile to which she returned. "Maybe it's just me growing soft, but I think I like you." She laughed again.

"I guess I could learn to like you." His scythe dissolved in his hands before he put one behind his back. He offered his right hand to her.

"I'm Pitch Black." She held her hand out to him as she did before and he took it in his. "Pleasure to meet you..." He held it up to his face and kissed it softly. "...Raven." She smiled at him and he did so at her.

"What a gentleman." She said before she retrieved her hand. "Don't get many of them nowadays."

"Tell me about it." She giggled a little.

"Well, if you'll excuse me Mr. Black, I must return to my duties."

"I hope to see you again sometime soon."

"Oh, don't worry. I'm sure you will. Especially with me watching over you from now on, making sure you don't get up to mischief as boys usually do." She turned her head to look at Jack who just stood there with a wide smile spread across his cheeks. She smiled again and walked over to the group, turning to Pitch one last time. "Fare thee well, Boogeyman." He laughed at that.

"Just go!" She laughed as she and the Guardians made their way back down the entrance, leaving the Nightmare King alone again. He sighed then he looked around the lair for no reason. Boredom was starting to kick in, so he sauntered over to a large arch which lead to a long, dark hallway. That lead a spiral staircase going down and at the bottom was a single door. He opened it a walked straight into a room which happened to be a kitchen.

He picked up a black (obviously) kettle and held it under the sink tap and filled it part way with cold water. He put it back on the stand and switched it on. He opened a cupboard directly above him and pulled out a (you know what colour!) mug, placed it on the counter and closed the cupboard. He opened a drawer beneath the counter and grabbed a teaspoon. (Can you guess what he's doing?) He closed the drawer and slid the sugar jar towards him, which he took the lid off, placed three teaspoonfuls of sugar into his mug (no wonder why Tooth's not happy with him!), put the lid back on and slid it back to its original place to the left of the counter... right next to the coffee and the teabag jars. He then slid the teabag jar towards him, opened it, plopped one teabag into his mug, put the lid back on and slid it back to its original place. He walked over to the fridge... which was standing next to the sugar, coffee and teabag jars, which were sitting on the left side of the counter... and opened THAT too to bring out the milk bottle. He closed the fridge door and walked back to his mug and placed the milk on the counter next to it. By that time the kettle had boiled, SO he picked THAT up and poured most of the water into his mug and put it back on the stand. He squeezed the teabag on the side of the mug with his teaspoon and then took it out. He put it in the (colour B|) bin... which was standing next to the fridge, which was standing next to the the sugar, coffee and teabag jars, which were sitting on the left side of the counter... and returned to his mug. He took the lid of the milk bottle off, poured quite a lot of milk into the black tea (so it turned a light creamy colour), put the lid back on the bottle and put it back in the fridge. He stirred his tea and picked his mug up, with the teaspoon still in it. (LONGEST TEA EXPLANATION EVER! Now, back to reality :D)

He walked through another arch that lead into a large living room. He sat down in his (colour B[) armchair and propped his feet up on the matching pouffe. He leaned back and sipped at his hot, milky tea, a small smile gracing his features. He always enjoyed a good cup of tea every now and then. In fact, he would usually have at least three a day, six a day if he wasn't busy. The fire was gently crackling in the fireplace in front of him, warming the room, producing a lovely glow that even made the cold, hard Boogeyman look soft and gentle, especially when he was smiling. He tilted his head to the right and spotted his book on his little wooden stand next to the armchair. He picked it up and began reading it. It was a book about a famous British comedian whom Pitch loved greatly. Tommy Cooper was his name and, even though he was invisible, Pitch would always go to see him perform and he would always come out laughing. He was devastated when poor Tommy died. So to keep in touch with his jokes and gags, Pitch would read his books, like the one he's reading right now. 'Tommy Cooper All In One Joke Book' it was titled. He just sat back and read with a smile on his face, sipping at his tea.