A/N: I've started writing another fan fiction because I couldn't stand it anymore. I deal with the crushing fact that I'll never be a part of these characters lives, by writing fan fiction about them lmao. The new one is about the video game Final Fantasy 15. If you like video games and attractive boys, this ones definitely for you XD but besides the eye candy its just a great game and you should definitely play it. If you already have and love it as much as I do, then keep an eye out for that! Of course this fic will take priority and I will still be finishing it so no need to worry :)
Pitch had been following the foot prints Jack left in the snow, but even at a full sprint, he still hadn't caught up to him yet. This is taking too long, what if I'm too late? He thought darkly.
It didn't help that the voices were practically screaming today. No matter how hard they made it to focus on the task at hand, Pitch still felt a deep pain in his chest each time one was silenced though. He knew all too well, that it meant the Spirit Eater was winning. Thinking about them now will only serve to slow him down, so he did his best to shove the thoughts down. If he failed to save Jack, then he will be damning even more of those poor souls in his head. Jack was the remedy for these silently screaming children, he just knew it. So, the nightmare king powered through, for not only Jacks sake, but for the sake of every suffering child around the globe. A suffering I fed with my own two hands, that thought plagues him now, and will for all of eternity.
Finally, Pitch could see a figure in the distance, dragging his feet slower with each step. It was the silhouette of someone who's truly given up. He runs as fast as he can to Jack and grabs him by the shoulders, spinning him around. A few moments after he sees Pitch's face, his eyes go wide with fear, which is subsequently replaced with rage. Pitch had no idea what lies the Spirit Eater was filling his head with, but it seemed to make more of his hair turn brown. He would have to do this very quickly if he was going to save Jack.
"So you tell me how horrible I am, and then come to kill me? Ouch, I thought we were friends." Jack shouted the last word as he pointed his staff at Pitch and threw a slew of ice daggers.
Pitch froze for a moment in shock, but rolled out of the way in time to dodge most of his attack. One of the icicles managed to clip his side, but he couldn't be bothered with that now. "Kill you? Jack, I'm trying to save you!"
The hurt and rage that flared on Jack's face made it clear to Pitch that no matter what he said, the Spirit Eater would just twist his words in Jack's mind. So the only way I'll get him through this is by force, he thought bitterly. He whipped out his spell book and threw on a series of enchantments to protect himself, and then started a stun spell. Before he could finish however, an icy blow of Jack's power slammed into his chest. He let out an 'oof' and was sent flying.
"Were we ever really friends? Was all of this just one big joke, and the others still think of me as a-a nuisance?" Jack asked as he threw blow after blow, aiming to keep Pitch away from him.
Pitch went to reassure him this was indeed not the case, but remembered it would do no good just in time, and kept quiet. He focused himself on how to get in close to Jack instead.
"Giving me the cold shoulder are we? Fine," Jack's voice was shaky, as if he might cry. "Are you going to kill me then?" His arms fell to his sides, suddenly no longer interested in beating Pitch up.
Maybe this will do it, Pitch thought cleverly as he silently stayed where he was after the last blow was thrown. Jack was staring him down, like a skittish cat might watch a stranger. After a moment of chilling silence, Jack broke and came stomping towards Pitch. Instead of hitting him again, the now crying boy gathered up a fistful of pitch's shirt and asked again through clenched teeth, "well? You hate me don't you? Then what are you waiting for?"
"We could never hate you, Jack." Pitch brought his hands up so fast, they almost hit hard enough to be a slap. One to cover Jacks ear, and one to cover his eye. The words of the spell were out of his mouth before the boy could even flinch.
Once Pitch could see the icy white of Jack's hair returning, he let his hands fall away, and collapsed into the snow. All of his enchantments had effectively worn off by now, and he was a mess.
"Oh... no, no no no, what did I just do?" Jack panicked. "Pitch? Are you okay?" He asked as he poked the rumpled man with his foot, like he really didn't want to know if he wasn't okay.
"I was more okay before you started shoving your foot into my wound," Pitch quipped sarcastically.
Jack gasped, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
Pitched sighed. "It's fine- I'm fine, just help me up. I'm not wounded that badly, I was just very relived that it worked."
Jack helped Pitch to his feet and made sure for himself that his friend would be fine. He let out a sigh of relief and then seemed to remember something. He uncomfortably shifted his arm behind his back. Pitch would have thought nothing of it, had he not seen a bit of red staining his blue hoodie. "Don't you think it's high time we tell the others?"
Jack's face flashed with worry, but he quickly schooled his features into confusion. It was a slight thing Pitch wouldn't have noticed, had he not been looking.
"What do you mean?"
All of a sudden, Jacks thoughts came crashing into Pitch's head again. He winced a little bit at darkness of them. He should have known.
"I can hear them again, Jack. I know."
Jack, seeing no reason to waste energy on hiding it anymore, let both his arms rest to his sides. "Oh," he looked down guiltily. Before Pitch could say anything else Jack blurted out, "can we just go home? I promise I'll do something about it later, but right now I just want to go back."
Pitch supposed that there was no harm in giving the boy a break from overwhelming feelings for the time being, so long as he carried through in the end.
"Yes, lets go home."
A/N: are you crying? Cause I'm crying. Much love <3
