Anyone else notice that there are practically NO Hurt!Bunny stories? We fangirls are too busy beating on Jack we forgot that Bunnymund needs some…*cough*…love.

So here is a Hurt!Bunny chapter…which I'm sure you guys are already seeing…He is my favorite character…Heeheehee!

Orion sat in his constellation, his glittering gaze never leaving the endless expanse of space, and heaved a sigh. Stretching out on the chair made of diamond harvested from one of the stars inhabiting his territory, the hunter gave a small groan of frustration, and cast an unhappy pout to his kingdom. Thick curly black hair sat atop the face that would even make a supermodel fall into a pit of depression, and under pensive eyebrows were cobalt eyes that missed very little. A lithe muscular form lamented its disuse on the glittering throne, and a bow leaned against the arm of the elegant chair, yearning for its master's hand. Even the kingdom's inhabitants were tiptoeing around the castle, their voices reduced to tremulous whispers. For all could feel the unhappiness radiating from their ruler

Orion…the great hunter of legend…was bored.

He had run out of things to hunt, run out of challenges to test himself against, and that made the constellation extremely unhappy. For centuries he lounged on his throne, wishing for something interesting to happen, but all had learned their lesson, and none dared try to invade the territory of stars controlled by Orion. Now he was enjoying his hard won piece of territory that he ruled over with a strong arm, and a mind of wisdom. Well, enjoying was probably not the way he would describe his current lachrymose. He was, for lack of a better word, depressed and despondent, wishing for all the world that he could somehow break out of the rut of routine redundancy that had taken over his existence…and quite frankly the hunter was teetering on the edge of doing something incredibly rash and stupid to appease said hunger gnawing away at his insides.

Pursing perfect lips, the hunter rose from his glittering throne and stomped down the steps leading up to the resting place of his diadem, approaching a nearby pool with catlike grace. Looking down into the crystal waters, his rumbling baritone growled "Show me my prey."

Decades ago, on a whim, Orion had taken a glance down at the Earth wondering whether any worthwhile warriors had somehow cropped up or if any mythical monsters had survived from ancient times that needed to be slain. What he found however was somehow both, and yet neither, it was this creature that he gazed upon now. A giant rabbit, also called a Pooka, raced through forest and undergrowth in long lithe strides on all fours. His muscles rippling visibly beneath his glossy striped coat, and armed with ancient weapons originating from an island continent, this beast was what kept Orion awake at night tossing and turning visualizing his hunting of such an animal. He had been debating his rationalization of finding it and taking its life, at first justifying that it wasn't up to par with the mythical beasts he once combated against, but time had changed that judgment.

This rabbit was immortal, as he had watched him for over five decades and never seen any sign of age, and it had the skill of a master warrior which Orion had seen evidence of in a recent battle against a dark spirit known as Pitch. In fact, it was that battle that caused Orion to give pause and reconsider his stance on not hunting said quarry. True enough, that young boy showed to be the driving force behind their victory, but Orion had seen the rabbit show more skill in battle than anyone else did, and it made his fingers itch for his quiver and bow. Oh yes, Orion hungered for a chance to do battle with the beast, and now that it had shown itself a worthy opponent, the hunter decided that now would be the perfect time to test his arrow against its boomerang.

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Bunny ran deep into the underbrush of his favorite meadow within the mountainous terrain of Europe. He loved coming to this area, with its treacherous cliffs, unpredictable weather, and lush plant life. It was an ideal area to collect plants for the dyes that he planned on creating come next spring, but it was also fun to sprint through, and getting the adrenaline rush of barely surviving pitfalls and jumping over fallen logs. The day was perfect, and the air warm. He had a day off from Guardian duties and Jack was spending time at Jaime's meaning that Bunny probably wasn't going to be on call to rescue him out of some new problem. So with an abandon that Bunny rarely got to enjoy, he bounded through the mountain range, finally allowing himself to go all out and stretch his muscles that he usually kept in check by going full speed.

"Hey Kangaroo!"

Bunny felt a pout as he recognized the voice, and the nickname, which meant that it was none other than Jack Frost here to torment him. Looking up into the sky as he ran, the rabbit yelled back "What do ya want Frostbite? Isn't it a tad warm for ya here?"

"Nah," Jack shrugged "you're in Europe, and this high up in the mountains, it rarely gets much warmer than this which means I can handle it as long as I don't go any lower."

"Ya still haven't answered my first question," Bunny retorted as he skidded to a stop and sat down on his haunches panting from exertion "why aren't ya at Jaime's place?"

Jack sighed as he floated down and slid onto a tree branch laying on his back with a dejected sigh "Apparently his dad just decided to pop in and have a day with him before he goes off on another overseas business trip, I told Jaime it was no big deal, but I was looking forward to spending the day with him."

Bunny felt guilt at the previous frustration he had felt over Jack bugging him, and realized that the kid was merely seeking out company so he could distract himself from Jaime being forced to ditch him to spend time with his dad "A'right ankle biter," the rabbit smiled "how about ya just hang out with ol' Bunny today and help me with collectin' the flowers I have trouble getting' ta, how's that sound?"

Jack gave the rabbit a grateful smile before giving a small cough and acting nonchalant "Not my idea of fun, but I guess it'll do."

"Good," Aster nodded as he hit all fours again "because there is one particular flower I've been tryin' ta reach all day and Sandy ain't here ta help a mate out."

"Ok," the winter child hopped down out of the tree "just point me in the right direction."

Flying up into the air, Jack waited for Bunny to get a head start before flying after him, a joyous smile on his face as they took off through the mountains. Not far away on a cliff edge stood Orion, his face serious as he notched an arrow to his bow, and pulled back the string, his eye narrowed as he took careful aim. Taking a breath, the man loosed his arrow on the exhale, and smiled in satisfaction as it flew through the air and hit one of the Pooka's legs with a loud thump. An animalistic shriek rocked through the air as Bunny skidded sideways, knocked off course by the force of the arrow, his face tight with pain as he clutched his now bleeding leg. Instincts screaming for him to hide, he scrambled to the side into a clump of bushes, his leg dragging uselessly behind him.

"BUNNY!" Jack shouted as he ducked into hiding alongside the rabbit.

"Shh!" Bunny scolded with a pained whimper as he began to inspect his leg.

"What happened?!" Jack whispered harshly as his blue eyes bounced around, searching for the enemy who had attacked the rabbit.

"I-I don't…know," Aster gasped as he twisted around to look at the shaft of wood sticking out of his upper thigh.

Jack grimaced at the bloody mess "Uh Bunny," he said in a small voice "that doesn't look good."

"No, no it doesn't" Bunny breathed in and out, attempting to calm his raging nerves "but it went all the way through, which means it'll be easier ta take out."

With pained gasps, and labored breathing, the rabbit situated himself so that he could bend over and snap the head of the arrow off. A sharp grunt sounded from the base of his throat as he clenched his teeth against the pain, and then proceeded to rip the arrow out from his flesh. Jack winced at the sound, and gave a small shudder at the seemingly calm way Aster was attending to his own injury.

"Uh…" the boy said quietly "What do we do?"

Taking medical gauze from his pouch, the rabbit began to wrap his leg, one end of the bandage firmly clenched between his teeth as he tied it off in a tight knot "Not sure mate," he said between his mouthful "all's we know is that there is someone who is shootin' at us."

"Yeah," Jack sighed with concern "he's not too worried about whether or not he kills us either."

"Nah," the warrior shook his head "that was a warning shot, whoever this drongo is, he's like a cat that plays with its food before it moves in fer the kill. He's probably on some ledge laughin' his head off, waitin' fer me ta move so he can continue messin' with my head."

"Why does he want to do that?" Jack asked tremulously.

"Thrill o' the hunt," Aster replied solemnly "he wants ta drive me mad with fear, and mess with my head ta the point that I lose all reason and regress ta pure animal state, then he'll chase me up until he herds his prey to the ideal spot where he plans ta finish the job. But I ain't no ordinary animal, and I intend ta turn his little 'master plan' on its ear."

Jack watched his friend in wonder, not for the first time knocked completely speechless by the amount of strength Aster had. Here he was in the face of certain danger, but even now, the rabbit was cool and dignified, calmly assessing his situation, and calling it like it was. He looked every bit like a legendary warrior in that moment that Jack felt a surge of pride that such a person chose to be his friend and adopted brother.

"Ya know," Jack whispered with a lopsided grin his cerulean gaze twinkling with mischief "even though we're being hunted by a crazed psycho, you are so cool right now."

Bunny glanced sharply at the winter spirit in surprise, his jaw falling open slightly at the blunt compliment "Uh, thanks Frostbite…you're a real trooper hanging in here like this and not runnin' off like some terrified drongo."

Jack's grin widened at the praise before falling into a serious expression again "Ok," he said softly "so what do you want me to do?"

Bunny chewed his lip pensively as he pondered Jack's question. To be perfectly honest, it would be easier for him to escape, and even eventually take out his attacker without having the worry of an extra person to protect. But beyond that, Jack could fly at extremely high speeds, meaning the sprite could also go for help while he kept the archer busy. Either way, Jack would be out of danger, and away from the battle zone. Giving a firm nod, Bunny turned back to the winter spirit, his green eyes glowing from the sunlight being reflected in them through the branches of the brush.

"A'right," he whispered "I need ya ta crawl on yer belly at least four yards ta our left, there should be a cliff edge there. Drop down off the cliff until yer sure no one saw ya or followed ya, and then I want ya ta book it ta North's place and tell him the situation."

"But that could take hours!" Jack burst before clapping a hand to his mouth and smiling apologetically for being so loud.

"I know, Bunny nodded patiently as he slowly glanced over the bushes to ensure no one was pulling a sneak attack "but it's our only shot, I can keep psycho here busy until ya get back."

"But what about your leg?" the boy persisted.

"It's fine!" Aster assured as he gave Jack a gentle push in the direction he needed to start crawling in "I've dealt with worse than this, now go, if ya head out now the evening winds blowing across the mountaintops should give ya en extra push for speed."

Jack pouted unhappily, before giving a resigned sigh and a nod "Fine"

"Good," Bunny smiled relieved that Jack agreed to get out of the way of danger "now get outta here, off ya pop."

Jack nodded hesitantly, but was soon shuffling through the underbrush on his stomach making his way towards the cliff edge, and hopefully the Guardians. Bunny approached the edge of the bush, flexing the toes of his injured leg with a small wince before darting forward. He was injured, and he was a tad slower than normal, but Bunny was a warrior, and he wasn't about to let a leg injury from a two bit archer keep him from showing this psycho just what kind of mess he decided to step in. Running back and forth in a zig zag formation, the rabbit darted in the direction that the arrow had come from, his teeth clenched as he felt the hot flow of blood trickle down his leg.

The sound of a string snapping alerted the rabbit to duck to his right, narrowly avoiding another arrow as it buried itself into the trunk of a tree. Looking up, Aster gave a wry grin as he finally spotted the ledge where the mysterious archer was standing. Standing up, he prepared to tap the ground and create a tunnel, but that motion was vetoed by yet another arrow hitting the ground mere inches from his feet, sending Aster into a back flip and then charging the archer's hideout as soon as his feet touched the grass; running up the side of the cliff, his nimble paws somehow grasping the impossible footholds, until he leapt high into the air over his attacker, his mouth agape with a roar of primal anger.

"Let's finish this!"

Tackling the stranger, the two bounced and skidded as they tumbled backwards away from the cliff edge. Orion felt a maniacal grin stretch his beautiful features into a macabre reflection of the former dignified constellation. Lifting his legs, he kicked both feet into Aster's stomach, flipping him over his head, and then scrambled to his feet while his fingers grabbed a hunting knife and began flipping it casually in intricate patterns.

"I knew," Orion panted as his eyes took on a mad gleam that screamed for bloodshed and the two began to circle each other "I knew that you would give me a satisfying hunt."

"Who are ya?" Aster gasped as he limped "Ya aren't human, that's fer sure."

"I'm Orion the Hunter," The man smirked proudly.

"The constellation?" Bunny asked mouth agape with shock.

"Indeed," the man laughed as he flipped the knife into the air and caught it with his other hand "I was a human here on Earth before any of you ever got here, but I was made a spirit after my unfortunate demise and cast into outer the darkness of the skies."

"So what," Aster growled "is this revenge or somethin' fer takin' yer place?"

"Oh no," Orion shook his head "I'm not so petty as that, you lot can live on Earth as its Guardian spirits."

"Then why, why are ya tryin' ta kill me?" the rabbit spat.

"Because," Orion chuckled softly as he turned bloodthirsty eyes back on his quarry "I haven't had a challenge, a true hunt, in centuries. I have been watching you Aster, for almost one hundred years I have been watching and studying you, and I have come to the conclusion that you have what all my other prey has lacked and that only through you can I achieve the ultimate hunt!"

"Yer crazy," the rabbit snarled.

"Maybe," the man shrugged with a cackle "but my sanity notwithstanding, it is highly unlikely that you are leaving here alive."

Without another word, the man darted forward, his knife gleaming in the sunlight, and charged the Pooka. Aster hopped backwards, blocking the first thrust in midair by slamming his boomerang down onto Orion's wrist, eliciting a roar of pain and frustration from the man. The knife clattered to the ground, and Aster touched down long enough to hop back into the air and do a round house kick with one powerful leg across Orion's face, sending the man tumbling across grass and rock. Landing back on the ground, Aster fell to all fours, his sides heaving as he panted.

Orion stumbled to his feet, another even larger knife already in hand as he stalked towards Aster "Oh yes," he laughed manically "put up a fight, don't give in, and fight me to the glorious death!"

"Shut up rat bag!" Aster spat as he charged again.

Dodging dangerous razor sharp swipes, Aster weaved back and forth, his body fluid as he fought for his survival. Flipping his boomerang, he ducked beneath Orion's arm as he lunged forward with the blade, and knocked the man off his feet by sweeping the ground with one leg, only to rear back and finished the move by grabbing the front of the constellation's shirt and slamming him on the hard rock. Flipping him over to lay on his back the rabbit sat on top of the hunter, and proceeded to beat him with a series of punches to the face. However he failed to see gleaming metal shoot up and bury itself into his side past fur and deep into muscle and tissue. Bunny grunted as his eyes went wide with shock, and a scream of pain echoed as Orion ripped the large knife out of the rabbit's body taking fur and bits of tissue with it.

Aster clutched his side, his eyesight going in and out of focus as he struggled to draw breath, and his body gave a violent shudder from the amount of pain knocking his mind askew. Orion scrambled out from under the Pooka, standing up to gaze on his prey, his mouth stretched in a terrible grin as his knife dripped rubies onto the grass staining the ground red. Aster lay on the ground, his teeth clenched, and a harsh cough wracked his frame spitting a glob of blood onto the ground. The hunter walked forward, drawing his leg back, and violently kicked the fallen Pooka, sending him hurtling across the grass until his flight was interrupted by the trunk of a tree. Another pained cry drifted towards the man, making him give a sadistic smile, and he once again approached his prey.

Aster watched the man approach through unfocused eyes, his back burned from the abuse of hitting the tree so hard, and his side was spitting out copious amounts of blood making him start to feel lightheaded and dizzy "…You…" he said with a pained gasp "You kill me…and you have ta…ta deal with the…rest of the…Guardians not to mention…MiM."

"Please," Orion shrugged "if MiM actually cared about you living or dying, wouldn't he have intervened by now?"

Another cough accompanied by blood caused the rabbit to give a harsh wince of pain as he struggled to crawl away from the hunter "Ya don't…know what yer talking about."

"Sure I do," Orion sneered "I was a warrior like you, and I fought countless terrifying things only to be murdered and then banished into space as a constellation to live out eternity in boredom."

"Oh poor baby," Aster chuckled sardonically as he slowly stood to his feet, his chest heaving with labored breathing "ya were made ruler over an entire constellation of star kingdoms as a thank ya fer yer bravery, but you decide ta think of yer blessin' as a prison sentence."

"I AM imprisoned!" Orion snarled.

"Please," Aster rolled his eyes "this hardly justifies taking the life of a fellow spirit, if anything, yer reasonin' makes ya sound like a spoiled little brat not a warrior."

"Shut up."

"I mean," the rabbit chuckled "a true warrior would have set up a duel, or at least sent a letter of challenge, but you…You treat this more like a bored spoiled prince who is using his toy bow and arrows to try and kill a couple squirrels in the garden."

"Shut UP!"

"So don't you even say that we're on equal footing on warriors," Bunny continued pinning the man with a venomous glare "because warriors have honor, that is one thing ya definitely lack."

"SHUT UP!" Orion roared as he charged Bunny knocking him off his feet with a powerful punch.

Aster once again flew across the ground, knocking into a large boulder, and skidding to a stop until he barely came to a stop right at the cliff edge, with one of his arms and legs falling over the edge and dangling in the air. Green eyes fluttered open weakly, as a small cough rocked his frame, spraying blood across the stone. Bunny knew he was on his last legs, he was too weak, and the injuries sustained in this fight were taking a toll. He needed to end this, and quickly. Orion stomped over, grabbing Bunny by the scruff of his neck, the hunter lifted him high.

"You're going to look great as a rug in my bedroom," Orion smiled wickedly.

"Oh yeah," Aster chuckled painfully "nothing shouts masculinity like a rabbit pelt lying on your bedroom floor."

"Why you," Orion snarled as he swung Bunny and slammed him onto the stone ground.

Placing a booted foot on Aster's windpipe, Orion smirked at the weak gasping and pitiful thrashing of the animal beneath him, then reached over his shoulder to grasp his bow and then notch an arrow "Say good night," he whispered menacingly.

But the arrow did not fly as Orion gave a yelp of pained shock as he looked down and realized his bow string, arrow, and his arm up to the elbow were completely incased in ice. As he puzzled over this, a blur of blue and white flew into him, flipping in the air so that it could slam bare feet into the man's face. Orion flew backwards, and hit a tree, glancing up just in time to see a small boy standing in a defensive position in front of the fallen Pooka.

"Leave. Him. ALONE!" the child snarled as he clutched a staff and held it out in front of him.

"Out of my way, boy," Orion spat "this doesn't concern you!"

"Yes it does," Jack growled back "you're messing with my brother, and you can bet that I won't stand by and let you kill him!"

"Brother," Orion asked as he reeled back in shock and a short incredulous laugh burst from his lips "oh yeah, I can definitely see the family resemblance."

"You're about to," Jack smiled evilly "Aster taught me martial arts about three years ago, and we still spar, even though I'm not nearly as good as he is, I'm still good enough to take out the trash."

"Jackie," a weak voice called from the ground causing Jack to whirl around.

Aster stood up on shaky legs, his face a grimace of pain "I can finish this," he gasped.

"But…you're bleeding…" the boy argued.

Aster looked down at the child who was supposed to be busy gathering the Guardians but had instead disobeyed his orders and stuck around to watch over Aster, the same child who barely even an hour ago had been admiring him for his strength as a warrior. The rabbit had to finish this fight himself, both because of his honor, but also because he felt a strange surge of pride at the way Jack looked at him like a little brother staring at their older sibling. He wanted to show Jack that his admiration was not misplaced, and he wanted to prove to Jack and himself that he was every bit the master fighter that the winter child thought he was. Placing a paw on the boy's thin shoulder, Aster sighed.

"Jackie," he said softly "I need ta finish this. How can I face myself tomorrow if I were ta lay down and let ya finish my fight? I'm a warrior, and regardless of the outcome, I need ta act like one and finish the battle."

Jack deflated, remembering all those times Bunny had told him about honor and integrity as a warrior, and finally relented "Fine, but I don't like it."

"Ya don't have ta," Bunny chuckled "but do me a favor, eh brain freeze? Ice over my leg and my side ta stop the bleedin'."

"It won't last very long," Jack warned as he used his staff to frost over the injuries "five minutes at the very most."

Aster grinned wickedly as he cracked his knuckles "Tha's all I need."

Stalking back towards Orion, Bunny cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders "A'right trash bag, let's end this once and fer all."

Orion smiled and readied his bloody knife "Gladly."

The two charged forward with a roar, and Jack cheered and screamed as he watched Bunny punch, kick, and bite his way towards victory. Finally after what felt like hours the two stood panting, Bunny wincing as he felt the ice crack and blood begin to slowly seep through. One last time, Orion darted forward, and leapt high in the air, his knife glinting in the setting sun and bloodlust shining in his eyes. Aster reached up just in time to grab the man by the throat, and slam him down to the ground, disarming him and holding the knife against his exposed neck. Orion gasped and thrashed, but Bunny silenced him to stillness by pressing the blade against the skin and drawing a small bead of blood.

"Ya lose, trash bag," the bunny whispered "now get back ta yer palace where pampered brats like you belong."

With an infuriated scream, Orion turned into a shower of sparks and disappeared into the evening sky. Aster stood slowly, and threw the knife over the cliff edge in disgust before falling back to the ground with a pained groan. Jack rushed to his side, his blue eyes wide with both worry and impressed awe.

"That was awesome!" he breathed "But if you think I'm carrying you to North's you're nuts."

"No worries Jackie," Aster let out a breathy chuckle "I just need…a little…nap."

A small shudder shook his frame before the emerald eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell unconscious. Jack shook his head fondly at the rabbit before casting a worried glance at the amount of blood pooling underneath his adopted brother's thigh and side.

"Yer a real drongo, ya know that mate," Jack said in his best imitation of Bunny before slinging the unconscious rabbit over a thin shoulder.

Well, he attempted to, but the dead weight caused him to totter and then collapse on the ground with a startled yelp. Scrambling up out from under the rabbit, Jack created a boat made of ice, and then placed the rabbit inside of it. Making ice ropes, and connecting them to the makeshift carrier, Jack grunted and strained as he struggled to lift the heavy load up into the air. The closest person would be North as they were in the upper reaches of Europe, and Jack could only hope that he could hold out that long. After hours of flight, and constant breaks to ice and re-ice Bunny's injuries so to keep him from dying of blood loss, Jack finally made it to Santoff Clausen. The yetis bustled Bunny off, and soon Jack was recovering from the hard flight there.

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Bunny slowly woke, his brain fuzzy from meds, and his side throbbing slightly. Sitting up, the rabbit gave a sharp grunt of pain as his side and thigh flared from the movement, and settled back down into his bed. Scrubbing his eyes with both paws, the rabbit looked around, and slowly realized through the medication induced fog that he was in the infirmary at the North Pole. How he had gotten there he had no idea, but he was grateful to whoever had brought him here. Suddenly Bunny felt a shifting in the covers, and he looked down to see Jack sitting on a chair, with his head and arms resting on the mattress. The boy murmured in his sleep, and then let out a sigh, burrowing his head deeper into his arms. Bunny smiled at the way the child was guarding him, and reached over to pull him up onto the bed alongside him.

Aster gritted his teeth as his side protested against the effort it took to drag the child up and over, but somehow managed to get Jack onto the mattress without popping his stitches. Jack responded immediately, and snuggled into Bunny's shoulder, murmuring something about silly rabbits trying to prove their tough. Aster chuckled at the sleepy talk, and snuffled the boy's temple. Jack stilled at the touch, then sighed and fell ever deeper into oblivion. Smiling at his baby brother, Aster settled down into his covers, and cuddled the boy against his chest. Soon the only sound heard in the room was the breathy snores of a child, and the deep breaths of his older brother as they slept covered in moonlight.

Yeah, this idea has been knocking on my brain for over a month now, and I just had to get it out in the open.

Hope the ending was fluffy enough for you, and I hope ya'll enjoyed the fight scenes. I'm still learning when it comes to writing fight scenes, and am far from writing them well, but I hoped this chapter shows at least a little improvement.

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