IMPORTANT: Because of recent suggestions and agreements, this stories rating has been changed. Therefore in future chapter's there will be some M-rated content. I will highlight those sections for those that don't wish to read it, but like the rest of the story. I understand it's a sudden change, but it opens some more opportunities and ideas for the story. I hope you all understand x
I'm sorry or how long this has taken to get posted up. I'm trying to get on top of my writing and keep up with updates. It's proving slightly difficult, but I think I've finally got it sorted. Therefore I am also sorry if the start of this chapter seems a little sketchy, I just didn't know how to start it off. Anyway I hope you enjoy it all the same :)
I could feel it, inside my head. The voice talking to me, screaming about the sequence and how I should've followed it. It was putting me off. I need to be absolutely silent, and concentrate to stay in the shadows. To reach my desired goal. The gold tooth box just out of reach. I knew it would be here, in North's office. Obviously none of the other Guardians knew about it. This is due to the fact the the Tooth Fairy doesn't have it in her possession. If she knew, she automatically would've taken it back to the tooth palace or given it to Jack. North must've thought it safer with him than in the, now desolate, Tooth palace. So the reamining Guardians probably still thought it was in my possession. However, North had nearly every goddamned light on so it quickly became difficult to retrieve it. Moving over the the shadow that could reach the furthest to the table, my hand darts out and snatches the box from the varnished oak. Holding the precious object in my hands, I slip back through the shadows returning to Jack's room, quickly shutting the door behind me.
"Pitch?" Jack breathes, tiredly. I return to his side and lie next to him.
"Where'd you go?" He questions, waking up more to my sudden entrance.
"I have something for you." I reply, producing the box and handing it graciously to the teen.
"M-my memories?" He breathes, holding it delicately in his fingertips. However, our conversation is interrupted when there's a large throbbing pain in my head. The Nightmares where up to something. Whatever it was it wasn't good and it was against any order Pitch had issued.
"Something's happened at the warren." I warn, reluctantly pulling him from his chance to learn about his memories. Although my relationship wasn't... The best with the Guardians, I wouldn't allow Jack to take the blame for his absence.
I followed the boy, discrete to the Guardians, to a London park, where the scene of devastation and crushed hope lies before us.
"Jack, where were you?" North questions, joining Jack on the dewed grass. I could still see the distant children leaving the park, dissapointed with the egg hunt, and a heart broken pooka crouched over, whilst Tooth Fairy attempts to comfort him.
"The nightmares attacked the tunnels, they smashed every egg, crushed every basket- nothing made it to the surface!" North explains, clearly distressed and confused at the teens absence. All the events that have happened recently have obviously affected everyone because North was using his dual swords for balance and to help keep himself upright.
"Jack!" Tooth flits over toward the two, but quickly notices the tooth box that's still in his hand, "where did you get that?" She questions, try to cast the persistent thought of him being with me from her head.
"I was- it's, uh-" Jack stammers, struggling to find a suitable excuse to cover himself.
"Oh Jack what have you done?" She breathes, placing her hands over her agape mouth and backing away slightly, horrified.
"This is why you weren't here? You were with Pitch?!" North concludes, outraged at the idea. My heart aches, for both me and the teen. It was a good idea we kept our relationship under wraps.
"No, listen! Listen! I'm sorry! I didn't mean for this to happen!" He apologises, clearly distraught at how quickly backs were being turned on him again.
"He has to go." Bunnymund drones, joining the discussion. Jack quickly swivels to turn to face the rabbit.
"What?" He breathes, struggling with the situation and the blame he's receiving for this.
"We should never have trusted you!" Bunny screams, heartbroken. So heartbroken and angry in fact, he raises a clenched paw ready to punch Jack! Whether he would hit him or not, I'm not standing here and allowing Jack to suffer this abuse and injustice. A shadow quickly wraps around Bunnymunds wrist, holding it up and away from the flinched Jack.
"You lay one hand on the boy and I'll make sure you won't ever make Easter eggs again." I warn, pulling from the shadows and walking toward the group, feeling the dark aura I'm emitting.
"Pitch!" Bunnymund growls toward me, yanking his paw from the shadows grip. Everything that followed became so heated and sudden that it became difficult to follow. The Easter Bunny was obviously the first to strike toward me. Throwing a boomerang in my direction whilst the Tooth Fairy attempts to direct Jack to the side and away from me. However, Jack fights against her, insisting that he stands In between me and the rabbit to seperate and break the fight. North soon aids Bunnymund in the fight and, the lose of nightmares from earlier, quickly takes it's toll. I become unstable on my feet for a second, which gives an open opportunity for a strike. A boomerand swipes across my face, forcing me to face to another side, meaning North's sword slashes against my chest. I fall to my knees and a cry from Jack penetrates the sudden silence. He runs to me, collapsing to my side. His hand places lightly on my back, guiding me to lie down, his hand gripping my own.
"That didn't last long." I joke, trying to keep the atmosphere light, even though that was impossible now.
"Shut up! You weren't ready! I knew the shadows couldn't have been you, but it's hurt you all the same. You were at a disadvantage." Jack explains, pleading me to stop insulting my fighting and fighting to defend me.
"Here, get the tooth box out." I choke out. His hand reaches into his pocket, pulling the gold box out and holding it toward me.
"Place your hand ontop." I instruct. He listens and I place my own hand on his lightly, pressing down slightly to activate the memories and the ones previously hidden away that involved me. He deeply inhales, holding his breathe for a couple of seconds as the countless days of memories flood into his head and pencil in his past life. Finally, he exhales swiftly and seems to be released from the frozen trance.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry I forgot you." He cries, leaning down and pressing his lips with mine. I devour the warm taste of his lips, feeling the flesh against my own.
"I love you." He breathes, through parted lips after parting from an extended kiss.
"I love you too." I breathe, smiling as warmly as I can toward him. I could see the moon just past my vision. The middle of the day and he had come out to see this, to him this was probably a fixed point, inevitable that the visit to the warren would end like this. Jack notices the direction if my sight and follows it. On seeing the moon, his emotions soon change.
"This is your fault! You took him away from me at the pond and now you're doing it again!" He almost screams, his grip on my robes tightening, as if he needs to make sure I haven't disappeared.
"Jack..." Tooth breathes from her position with the Guardians. She tries to get closer to him, to reach out to him, but he warns her off.
"You're all as guilty as he is! Ignoring me for three hundred years... And then only showing me some interest when you need my help. None of you could stop and realise how much Pitch has changed over those years. To see that all he needed was someone to show him some compassion and actually talk to him like he's something other than a monster." He cries, showing his hurt from three hundred years of both of us being alone. He turns back to me and presses his forehead against mine, slowly rocking back and forth as if to comfort me.
"Don't die on me. We can finally go back to how it was, three hundred years ago. To know everything about each other again..." He whispers tears slipping down his face, the occasional one landing in my own cheeks.
"Is like that." I smirk. I wince in pain as the slash across my chest throbs. I can slowly feel myself slipping in and out of consciousness. My eyes closed, to heavy to keep open any longer, and everything starts to feel further away. The distant screams from Jack, screaming my name and the occasional 'don't die.'. And then the faint touch of his head pressing against my chest, his hands pulling my robe slightly and the damp path of tears. Until I didn't feel anything else. It all just... Stopped.
Sorry for the cliff hanger ;) however, this has given me a good starting point for the next chapter. Please review and give your thoughts on this one. I'll try and get the next chapter up ASAP, but I'm trying to organise everything so that everything get's updated at reasonable times and amounts. Thanks for reading :)