Hola! So I have wanted to write a fanfiction on this movie for a while (saying that I have watched the movie in theaters for 4 times now you can say I'm a bit obsessed) and I have two ideas and this is one of them, so have fun! Pitch and Jack are my favorite characters so...yup! Ya'll have to vote for the other one! (I'm still going to write it) :P

-The Bleached Inu

Chapter 1: Pinky Promise

Jack Frost crash landed on the small pile of snow with a firm thump. He quickly stood back up brushing himself off and glanced down at himself, all in one piece. The snowy haired boy laughed to himself, he had just flew, flew from the small lake all the way to the village! He couldn't believe it! He laughed again shamelessly, he turned to look at the plainly dressed people walk by him chatting a way. Had they not seen him land? But Jack was too ecstatic at the moment to consider anything. He couldn't wait to show them how he can freeze stuff over, they will freak!

Jack smiled waving to some of the passerby's,

"Hello!"

"Hello."

"Hi!"

"Good evening ma'am." He tilted his head a bit, did she hear him? "Ma'am?" still no response, the woman began to talk to someone sitting next to her, not wanting to interrupt, Jack turned his attention to a young boy chasing his dog running in his direction.

"Oh, hey-hey! Can you tell me where I-" The boy ran right through him.

Gasping, Jack's back straightened his hand flying to his chest where the boy had passed through. He was as solid as a human could be. Was he human? Another person walked casually in his path also passing through. Then another.

"Hello!? Anyone!? HELLO!"

Jack stumbled out of the way of everyone until he was at the edge of the small village again, hand still on his chest. What was he? Could he possibly be a ghost? Now that he thought about it, he didn't remember anything passed waking up in the frozen lake. It was very possible that he was a ghost. It would explain his invisibility to the others, and the strange ability he had with frost. Jack felt a sharp tug at his heart as he watched the other people, what had he ever done? He didn't know. He didn't remember. Lost and confused, the young spirit turned his back on the village and faced the woods, with one last glance over his shoulder he broke into a sprint back to the lake tears threatening to fall from his icy blue eyes.

As he ran, he did not notice the pair of yellow eyes following him, hidden in the nearby night shadows. …Just like me…

Finally reaching the lake, Jack stood on the very spot where he had risen from the iced lake and looked up at the moon; the one who had given him his name.

"What's going on? What happened to me? What am I!? Please tell me! What good is a name if I cannot tell it to anyone!?"

Silence.

Just like the other people of the world.

"HELLO!?"

Nothing.

Jack took a few steps back and sunk down on his knees his back resting against the rock behind him. Tears fell freely now, the boy found nothing to do but to curl up and burry his face in his arms, his staff lying useless beside him, and let himself cry.

The shadow crept closer yet cautiously into the moons light, slowly making its way to the center of the lake before stopping.

Jack's shoulders shook violently as he cried silently, and for what reason he will never know, he looked up. His eyes went wide at the sight he saw, a tall thin man stood a few feet away from him; his yellow eyes seemed to glow against the black woods behind him. Two horse looking things stood beside him, one on each side, their own yellow eyes shone brighter than the mans. The pitch black atmosphere around them blocked any hope of seeing the man's features; the only reason he was able to see the figure was the moons bright beams bouncing off of the frozen water like a mirror. He was a simple silhouette. Jack swallowed nervously at the figure a little fear crept into his small heart. Whoever this man is, he was terrifyingly breath taking. He couldn't help but awe. After a few heart-pounding moments, Jack willed his rigid body to move his arm towards his staff upon a sort of instinct.

"W-who are you?"

The man let out a deep rumble of a chuckle causing Jack to shiver,

"No need to be afraid little one; although I cannot help it if you are, it is my nature after all." The man said in a deep English accent.

The two horses let out a sharp neigh each, Jack jumping at the sudden loud noise; sensing his nervousness (and fear), the man gave a small wave of his hand. Immediately, the horses fell into a pile of dust, which continued to move onto the man's outstretched hand.

"Don't worry, I have them under control." Something white attracted the light of the moon, the man was smirking.

"…What are they?" Jack asked,

"They are Nightmares; ones that I create and ones that I alone can control."

Jack swallowed standing up on wobbly legs roughly wiping tears from his face with his arm and frowned up at the dark figure, "You-you still haven't answered my question!" He said attempting to look tougher than he felt.

The figure walked closer, "Here's a question…" Jack tried to step back only to hit the rocks behind him; the man leaned down so he was about a foot from his face,

"What do you think I am?"

Jack could see his face clearly now, his skin textured as if it had been colored its dark grey shade on sandpaper, his face long and cheeks sunken in, he had no eyebrows but his black yet golden eyes made up for that. His hair was jet black and stuck straight back in spikes. He had very sharp and distinct features, one that would be hard to forget.

Jack swallowed again, "I…I don't know…" He cast a wary glance down towards his feet as he watched the black sand under the man's feet crept closer to his.

With a little chuckle, he replied, "I am Pitch, Pitch Black; the King of Nightmare's. Although, my most popular title would have to be "the Boogeyman." He said his smirk growing a bit.

Jack blinked, the Boogeyman? He had a feeling he had heard that somewhere before, but he didn't remember. A suddenly felt the urge to ask the one question that still rattled around in his head, "Do…do you know what…what I am?"

Chuckling again, Pitch Black straightened his back, only then did Jack realize he had been holding his breath a bit; "You are Jack Frost. And from the look of your surroundings, you are a winter spirit. Am I correct?"

Jack didn't bother to stop the look of surprise from appearing on his face, how did he know? He shook his head, "Yeah…but I mean…where did I come from? Do you know?"

Pitch gestured to the moon behind him, "The Man in the Moon. He is responsible for your existence as well as mine. Why, for you I do not know. Your extent of knowledge with this subject is the same as mine, the rest you must answer yourself."

Jack looked up at the moon; a winter spirit huh? And his questions, he didn't know how to answer them. He looked back at The Nightmare King with curiosity and a bit of confusion. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because we are more similar than you think, Jack; the outside world cannot see you correct? They cannot see me either. We are invisible, we don't exist, they don't believe in us."

Jack frowned, "Then we have to make them believe!"

"'We', Frost?"

Realizing what he said, Jack's cheeks turned a bit blue from embarrassment and looked down, "Well… I didn't mean it like that…" he looked back up, "Why don't they believe in you? Aren't you Nightmare's? Everyone has those, right?"

"Yes, everyone has nightmares," Pitch responded, "But to them it's just a bad dream, to them no one but themselves is behind it. As for them not believing, that is a story for some other time, little one."

Jack didn't appreciate the "little one" comment but decided to ignore it. Suddenly, Pitch turned and began to walk away. Jack stayed silent. After a few seconds, Pitch felt something was off, now at the edge of the small lake he looked over his shoulder to see the boy had followed him and was only a few steps behind him. Pitch gave him an annoyed and questioning look. Jack in turn tilted his head,

"Where are you going?"

In all honesty, Pitch was taken aback by the question, "My home." He said simply,

"And where is that?" Jack pressed, Pitched silently pointed down.

"Well that doesn't sound too comfortable." Jack said at a small attempt at humor, that and stalling Pitch to keep him from going. He was the only one he could talk to after all...

"Oh on the contrary, it is rather homey." Pitch said with an uncaring wave of his hand. What was this boy doing?

"So…why did you help me?" Jack asked with genuine curiosity.

"Because we are the near same; need I repeat myself a second time?" With that he began to walk away again.

"Wait!"

Pitch turned, "What is it now?" he asked a bit annoyed. Jack flinched a little, "Uh…are you-…are you coming back?"

Pitched looked down at the boy in front of him; "Why would I?"

"Well…you did help me; even though it was a little. And…I don't have anyone else to talk to, and by the looks of it neither do you. So I was just asking I guess…" Jack shifted from foot to foot nervously blushing slightly blue again.

There a long pause, too long of one. Finally, Pitch answered, "Perhaps…"

With wide shocked but hopeful eyes, jack smiled excitedly up at Pitch, "Really!?"

"Perhaps." He repeated.

He turned again only to have the boy back in his face before he could complete his first step. The boy was levitating in front of him so that they were face to face, the winter spirit held a determined look. He held up his hand,

"Pinky promise!"

Confused, Pitch's gaze shifted from Jack's hand to his face. Jack reached down and took the older spirits hand and locked their two pinkies together. Now completely bewildered, Pitch tried to free his hand but young spirit held fast.

"Pinky promise you will come back!" Jack said stubbornly.

Pitch once again fell silent; this boy seemed to do that to him. After about a minute of having a staring (or glaring) contest, Pitch gave a small defeated sigh.

"I…ugh…I pinky promise…"

"You pinky promise what?"

Pitch sighed again, louder this time, "I pinky promise that I will come back to see you."

Apparently satisfied, Jack bounced their hands up and down once, twice, and then released them on the third. As he did, the winter spirit gave Pitch the biggest smile he could and laughed doing a flip in the air. The Nightmare King scowled at him, but couldn't stop a small smirk to grace his face.

And the promise was made, with the Man in the Moon as their witness.

Well, I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter! Not my best work in writing but I did my best! Hope you will stay tuned for the next chapter, until then (maybe)! Stay smexy!

-The Bleached Inu