I'm sorry that I haven't updated in awhile. But I promise it will be back to being updated every other day soon.
I haven't been in the mind set to write in awhile. That's mostly because a boy at my school died. He was one of the role model people who everyone knew. He was very funny and always made people smile or laugh, even when he didn't know them. In all actuality, I'm probably making him sound much better than he was, but I just feel like I have to. I'm in the same grade as his little brother, so all of the stuff that's happened has hit our grade pretty hard since so many of use where close to his brother (I have an incredibly small town, seriously, other people know your problems before you do.).
Anyway, this is the continuation of 'Mittens', I thought it fit perfectly. Well, sort of.
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Jack flew straight to the Warren; his feet bouncing against the walls as he jumped down one of the many tunnels. He propelled himself faster with the help of the wind. He stretched his staff out in front of him, tapping the hooked tip against the ground. Suddenly, the floor of the tunnel became a slippery slope. Jack laughed; the sound echoing through the ground.
He leaned down, his back leg bending slightly to keep his balance. Stretching his arm in front of him to continue the path he swiveled, making the ice trail do loop-de-loops around the oval walls of the tunnel. He followed the tracks as he went kicking off the walls sometimes to excel his speed. Eventually, he saw the light of the Warren through the egg shaped opening at the end of the tunnel. With a final kick, he blasted out the oval and into the bright light of Bunnymund's home.
Doing a series of acrobatic feats that would make the greatest circus jealous; he flew across the top of the Warren. When he reached the opposite side of the egg shaped area, he pressed both his feet firmly against the wall and kicked off again, sideways this time. Doing a somersault midair he hit the wall in a run. Jack let his staff trail along the wall behind him as he raced along. He leapt of for a moment to jump on the top of one of the egg sentries.
He crouched like a bird on the top of the creature, leaning forward so that his face was upside down in front of its stony smile. He flashed the thing a child like grin. In return, the sentry changed its face, turning so that the frown appeared. Jack laughed as it did so, mimicking the carved expression with crossed eyes. He flipped back into a sitting position as he did so, his legs dangling in front of the eggs large eyes. He rested his hands behind him nonchalantly, his staff resting in one of them.
"Relax," he told the egg, his head crooking to the side, "I'm not here to mess with the eggs,"
This seemed to ease the giant stone egg as its face turned back into a smile. It hoped in place as it did so.
"Now," Jack continued, pointing a hand in front of him, "Take me to your leader!"
The egg happily obliged, racing along the worn paths. Jack's laughter flowed through the Warren as they went. He had had to grab onto one of the dents at the top of the sentry's head to keep from falling off. The position made him feel as if he was riding a horse. Grinning at the thought, he used his staff to tap the back of the stone egg. Dozens of frost spirals wound across the back of the creature. Immediately it jumped and then sped down the path faster than before. Jack laughed all the harder.
Soon two long ears appeared along the horizon as tiny egglets raced along the ground. As Jack and his egg came closer the Easter eggs that had been surrounding the crouching Pooka scattered. Bunnymund had been crouched, holding a small egg close to his face. He had been painting an intricate design on the shell when Jack came racing along, spooking the poor thing. It had jumped upwards, causing his brush to slash a thick line through the pattern. Cursing under his breath, the large rabbit set the egg down, letting it race away from the pounding sentry.
"Frostbite!" Bunny called as he stood, "Ya just gotta make a scene whereva' ya go, don't cha?"
Jack leapt off of the large egg as it continued to race down the path, its legs slipping beneath it as it tried to stop. He gave Bunny a lopsided grin as he leaned against his staff; he had a mischievous gleam in his light blue eyes.
"That's the idea, Bunny," Jack said smugly, a hand behind his back already molding a frozen ball, "I'm fun times and snowballs, it's kinda in the job description," with that, he whipped the snowball at Bunny. The Pooka had been expecting it, and with a smirk, dove to the left. Jack followed him with another snowball at the ready, but Aster had disappeared. Jack turned slowly in a circle, scanning the ground. A playful smile was plastered on his face.
"Yer gettin' slow!" Jack turned around to find Bunny propelling himself out of a hole at him. Laughing he stepped back, the wind picking him up as he did so. Jack threw the snowball and hit the Pooka's shoulder. The sparkling blue magic of Jacks racing through his fur."Bad move, short stack," Bunnymund hit the ground on all fours, then pushed him upward. Grabbing the frost spirit's torso, he tackled the boy to the ground. The two rolled down the ridge, playfully wrestling each other as they tumbled. The two stopped in front of one of the tunnels to Europe. They leaned against the wall, each laughing breathlessly.
Bunnymund laughed alongside the young sprite for a few more moments before he stood his face growing serious, "That was fun, Jack. But ay only got eh few more weeks till Easter, I gotta get back ta work,"
Jack frowned; he tilted his head down so that his mop of white hair covered his eyes. He tightened his grip on his staff. Bunny sighed; he ran a hand between his ears. He knelt down next to the boy, patting him on the shoulder.
"It's not that ay don't what cha here, Frostbite. I just gotta lot a work to do and ain't got much time to waste. I promise tha afta' Easter, ya can stay with me fer a whole week and ye can mess with me stuff all ye want!"
Jack looked up at him, smiling again. His eyes once again full of trouble with one brow cocked upwards, "I might just take you up on that, kangaroo,"
Bunny pressed a hand against his face, rubbing his temples. He was almost positive that he had just walked into a trap that Jack had been planning all along. He sighed as Jack stood up. The boy had his staff slung across his shoulders, his hands resting lazily over it.
"I guess I should go back to Burgess for a little while, I do have to repay Sophie for her present after all," Jack smirked down at the still crouching Pooka. Bunnymund stared at Jack for a moment before shaking his head and rising to his full height. He put his hands out in front of him, wiggling them to show that he didn't understand.
"Wait, wait, wait," Bunny gave Jack a quizzical look, making the frozen boy smile all the more, "My Sophie gave you a present?"
Jack nodded, removing the mismatched mittens from his pocket. They were a little worse for wear now more than they had been when the Bennett's had first given them to him, but he'd worn them for at least a month straight after he'd received them. "Yup, a lovely pair of mitten's, just for me,"
Bunny studied the mittens in Jacks hands. They didn't look all too pretty, but they had definitely been from Sophie. He frowned. "Yeh didn't trick the ankle bitta' in the given' em' to yeh, did ja?"
"No!" Jack looked absolutely appalled at the idea. He turned his body protectively away from Bunny, clutching the mittens to his chest, "You're just jealous,"
"Wha?" Bunnymund took a step back, his mouth wide as he shook his head, "No! Why would I be?"
Jack smirked, Hook, line, and sinker he thought. He stuffed the mittens then turned back to Bunny, "So you are jealous,"
"No, I ain't!" Bunny yelled, crossing his arms in front of him.
"Liar," Jack leaned back, letting the wind pick him up and whip him towards the top of the Warren.
"I am not!" The Pooka screeched, jumping upwards.
Jack shrugged, "Just keep telling yourself that, Bunny, it might just come true," He placed two fingers against his forehead, he saluted him. Then stuck his tongue out at the over sized rabbit, "I'll let you get back to your arts and crafts, I have a little girl to thank,"
Bunnymund scowled after him, but then smiled despite himself. He was glad that Jack seemed so happy over a pair of mismatched mittens. True, Jack didn't have to rub it in his face that he'd got it from Bunny's little ankle bitter, but if thing went as Jack had planned (which Bunny was certain they would,) he'd have an entire week to get the boy back.
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