A/N: This takes place right after the Blizzard of '68 where Bunny decides to find out just why a certain winter spirit did what he did.

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Prologue: Apologies

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He'd just wanted to introduce himself. Okay, maybe it was a bad day to do it, but he wasn't exactly the guy for forethought.

Jack quietly traced frost up the trees. He'd been happy to have a chance to see a person who saw him back, to talk to someone other than at them…and he'd gotten a bit overexcited.

Okay, more than a bit. He'd managed a very nice freak snow day, though…

"Oi, Frostbite!"

Jack paused and sighed. Great, the Easter Kangaroo had come to chew him out. The brush off wasn't enough, no, he had to be hunted down and scolded too.

The kangaroo headed over, "Look…I…may have….been a little short with you. Not that you didn't deserve it! But…sorry for telling you to shove off like that. So why'd you drop a blizzard on me, huh? What did I ever do to you?"

"…I wanted to say hi," Jack muttered.

"A blizzard is how you say hi?" the kangaroo asked dryly.

"Jack Frost," Jack said, freezing a bush to make his point.

"Or you could have just said hi," the kangaroo told him. "You know, the normal way. Wouldn't have bothered the kids."

"They didn't seem all that bothered by the snow," Jack said.

"Look, you just don't mess with someone else's day, you idiot," the kangaroo said. "How'd you like it if the Sandman decided to sweep away all your snow?"

"Okay, he so wouldn't do that—not his style," Jack said.

"How'd you feel if he did, though?" the kangaroo pressed.

"Flattered he noticed," Jack said. "Just…just leave me alone…"

"Oh no," the kangaroo said, grabbing his shoulder. "You dropped a bloody blizzard on me to say 'hi' well guess what: you now have my undivided attention, you little imp."

Jack paused. He'd never, ever had someone's undivided attention… "Really?"

The kangaroo shrugged, "Sure. What did you want?"

"…what are you doing right?"

"Beg pardon?" the kangaroo asked.

"You have to be doing…something right," Jack said. "I keep asking the moon what I'm doing wrong, why no one sees me…" He leaned on his staff. "Why does nobody see me?"

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Bunnymund paused. He'd expected the kid to either blow him off or just take the apology, not to meet a teen who sounded like he was about to cry. "I don't know kid."

"Have you ever not been seen?" Jack asked. "J-just had someone walk right through you?"

"Not really," Bunny admitted. "Though I didn't head topside much until Easter was pretty established."

"It's awful," Jack said. "They don't even know you're there…" He seemed to take up a death grip on his staff.

Bunny frowned, sure he usually only let himself be glimpsed now and then, but he at least had the option…and Jack didn't. "That bad?"

"Worse. I've tried for weeks straight to get someone to see me," Jack said. "No one ever does…it's been around two hundred and fifty years and no one ever sees me. Can you imagine being alone that long?"

"…Yes."

"What?" Jack asked, giving him a suspicious look.

"Look, I don't get the whole invisible thing," Bunny said. "But I get the alone thing."

"Huh," Jack said. Bunny hoped he didn't ask for elaboration—he was not talking about that with someone he just met and wasn't entirely sure he should like. "Okay."

"So, sorry about yelling a you," Bunny said, trailing off meaningfully.

Jack took a deep breath, "S-sorry about…the blizzard. Didn't think that one through."

"See, it's all good," Bunny said, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Yeah, oh, hey I've got a question," the kid said. "Why do you call yourself the Easter Bunny when you're a kangaroo?"

Without thinking, Bunny grabbed the neck of Jack's hoodie and launched the boy into a snowdrift. "I am a bunny you nitwit!"

"Oh," Jack said, sitting up. "…You sure?"

Since the kid seemed to be very, very weird, Bunny decided to forgo explain what a Pooka was and just said. "Yes. I'm a bunny."

"Huh," Jack said, before flicking his hand and nailing Bunnymund on the muzzle with a snowball. "I'm a winter spirit."

"You're a dead man!" Bunny snapped, tackling him into the snow.

The two wrestled and shoved snow at each other, unaware of the moon merrily twinkling above them.

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A/N: Next Time: Chapter 1: Home

Also, yes, Jack honestly thought Bunny was a kangaroo when he first met him. I thought that would be a good reason for the nickname.