A/N: FLASH BACKS!

Warning: It is full of BOY LOVE!

Disclaimer: I will own South Park and all thing related when Tom Cruise comes out of the closet.

Summary: Damien comes back to South Park to finish up some schooling. Pip is being bullied by Cartman. Kenny plays matchmaker. Oh yes, it's all lovely random stuff.

Remember:

"Blah" – Speech

Blah – Thoughts

Blah – Self Explanatory

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Chapter Two

Damien assumed that strong survived, so there is no need to feel sorrow for those who are weak, correct? Incorrect, his father had told him. "But I don't get it." A little eight year old Damien told his father. "That's what everyone says. So, it has to be right." The Devil just sighed and shook his head.

"Son, if everyone jumped off a bridge, would you?" he asked.

Damien looked at him before asking in return, "Is a bungee cord attached?"

The Lord of Darkness had rubbed his eyes tiredly. "No. A bungee cord is not attached." He answered. Damien looked about the dining room in thought, making a face at the Bill Cosby painting.

"Then, nope." He said simply. "But what does that have to do with what people say?" The Devil merely shook his head and laughed.

"What I am trying to say, is that just because people say its right, doesn't make it so. Look at most religions for example." A red finger pointed out the window toward the lake of fire.

Damien nodded slowly. "I see then…" He looked back up to his father. "So it's okay that I feel bad for what happened on earth?" he asked quietly. His father looked at him.

"What happened while you were going to school?" Damien bit his lip and let his story spill out. At the end of it all Satan just sighed.

He ruffled his child's hair. "I would be disappointed if you weren't sad. Just because you are the Anti-Christ does not mean you still aren't human in some way." He remarked a bit disappointed. Damien crossed his arms.

"Can I stay away from school for a while?" he inquired. His dad thought about it before nodding.

"But you will go back one day, alright?" he demanded sternly. Damien nodded and went upstairs, thinking about the conversation he just held with his father. He agreed that not everything was evil down here. That meant Damien didn't have to be evil if he didn't want to. Sure, he certainly wasn't normal, but it was no reason to take it to the extreme.

Damien sighed at the thought of Pip. The only person to befriend him and he threw the boy away the first chance he got. He wanted to be friends with people who made him do things he didn't want to. But how could he call them friends? What's the point of fitting in he shouldn't have fit in in the first place? It wasn't worth it. And now he just destroyed the one person who dared to even talk to him like a decent human being.

Oh boy did he fuck up big time…

Damien awoke quietly without his alarm clock going off. In fact, he probably didn't need it anyways. He some how always knew what time it was anywhere. At the moment it was currently 6:04 am in South Park. He walked down to the main hall and found his stuff at the door. His dad sat there with his current lover, Josh.

Damien waved goodbye to Josh and The Devil came and gave him a hug. "Promise you won't give in to peer pressure?" he asked. Damien nodded and hugged his father right back.

"I'll come back during the holidays or something. You two feel free to do whatever… just not near my room 'kay?"

Josh laughed and slapped his lover on the back. They waved goodbye as Damien prepared to leave hell once more for South Park…

Meanwhile back in South Park Pip awoke to the sharp sound of his foster parents banging on his door. Pip groaned and hid under the covers. "Wake up you French piece of shit! I'll be late to work!" Pip growled at the French comment and did as he was told. He quickly got dressed and ran down stairs… only to discover they left without him… again.

Pip sighed and grabbed his house keys, locking the door as he bolted toward school. He didn't dare head for the bus stop. He knew that was how Cartman got to school. Like hell would he go anywhere Cartman was! Pip ended up using the back route to South Park High. He got there just as the bell rang. Pip was good at running.

He quietly entered the shuffle of the teens, hoping to blend in unnoticed. Unfortunately, that wouldn't be so. As Pip was looking about for Cartman he ran smack dab into Kenny. Now Kenny was a good guy. But usually, Cartman would stick around by Kenny hoping to see him get creamed and end up dying. It was the sadistic bastard's favorite pastime. Besides torturing others that is.

The poor blonde ended up slamming straight in to Kenny's back. Kenny blinked and looked behind him; Pip was rubbing his hurting cheek. The orange hooded boy stifled a chuckle. "You okay there Pip?" Kenny asked. Pip looked up and blushed ten different shades of red.

"S-Sorry!" he apologized and ran down the almost empty hall to his home room.

"Hey Ken!" Kenny turned around and saw Kyle running up to him. Kyle gave him a hug, it caught Kenny off balance and he had to swing around to make sure they both didn't fall. Stan walked up calmly, but Kenny could see the stiff movement in his arms as he waved hello. Kenny inwardly smirked at the boys. Super Best 'Friends' my ass.

"Was that Pip?" Stan asked. Kenny nodded. "Good thing Cartman isn't here to see. Who knows what he might have done when he saw the poor kid." Stan shook his head and hit the blond on the arm. Kenny noted it was a little harder than usual and a bit restrained. "Alright, we got to get to class before we get sent to study hall. Later dude." Kenny smiled and waved them off.

He then took off in the direction of homeroom…

Damien sighed as he drummed him fingers against the receptionist desk. His paper work was all set up, everything was fixed, now all the stupid lady at the desk had to do was stop staring at him like a piece of meat. "Am I clear to get my schedule now?" he asked impatiently. She raised an abnormally thin eyebrow and pressed the print button.

"My, my, you're very… impatient, aren't you?" she gave him a slow smile. Damien sighed. I think dad was right to go with guys… Finally the receptionist handed Damien his paperwork giving him a lovely view down her shirt. He made it a point to stare in her eyes… Or at least try to stare at her eyes. Though I will say that is quite a boob job…

Damien saw his first class on the paper, English. He sighed and made his way toward the classroom…

Kenny sat right next to Pip in English class. It was their first period and home room. Pip was still blushing slightly from the accident this morning, and the fact he forgot that they had this class together. Stupid Pip… Stupid Pip! The British kid knocked himself in the head. Kenny just thought it was funny.

Pip sighed and leaned his head on his desk. The teacher didn't care. The old fart was snoozing away, completely unaware that his students were chatting and pulling out cell phones to text friends in different classes. Kenny poked at the boy, Pip looked up drowsily. "Yeah…?"

"Could you take a look at this, I don't know if I got it right." Kenny pulled out his homework. Pip nodded and took the homework. He scanned over it and pointed out the mistakes.

"Oh, you have this translation wrong." Kenny looked over as Pip scribbled about and made some corrections. Kenny nodded and took back the paper, redoing it on a new sheet. The Dirt Poor Boy had failed last semester and if he didn't pass this class the school threatened to hold him back. Pip understood and helped him out.

In return, Kenny tried to help Pip out with his problems with Cartman. "By the way, Cartman's out sick today. So you can eat lunch in cafeteria if you want." Kenny told him. He had contemplated telling Pip about the Anti-Christ. He decided against it. Pip didn't really have friends; to get his hopes up might crush him. Plus, it wasn't like he was going to be in their home room, right?

There was a knock on the door. The teacher gave a snort and jerked awake. He looked about disoriented before finally hearing the knock once more. He got up, stretching his back slowly making his way to the door. He opened the door and –surprise, surprise- an elegant young man with black hair, and dark piercing eyes walked in. Everyone hushed in the room. Kenny looked up and nearly died of heart attack.

The boy's eyes darted to Pip. Pip's eyes weren't even moving across the pages of his book, he was just staring at it. Perhaps, I was wrong to not expect the worst from this. Kenny knew Pip felt used and abused after what happened at Cartman's Party those years ago. He truly did feel sorry for the kid.

Pip's mind, on the other hand, was still reeling about in circles…

"They still don't like me," a black haired boy stated while he stood leaning against the bars of the swing set. The young blonde on the swing rolled his eyes.

"Maybe it is because you haven't been nice to them?" he question in his accent, partially sarcastic, partially scolding. The little boy scoffed.

"Yeah, just like the love you because you're so kind," his voice bit out in the cold. Pip's swinging slowed by a fraction, but his friend was too busy staring at the four boys at the other side of the playground to notice.

"Well, I don't care. What goes around comes around, right? If I'm nice, they might be nice to me," he said cheerily. Damien turned back to his friend, cocking an eyebrow.

"You believe that bullshit?" he asked incredulously. Pip nodded vigorously, golden strands of hair falling from his hat.

"As the Anti-Christ, you should know right?" Pip gave him a little sad smile. Damien didn't respond, he just stared at Pip slightly perturbed. Damien sighed and went back to watching the other kids laugh and play.

"You're lucky you're normal," he mumbled. Pip never really heard because he got hit in the head with the football Cartman was throwing.

Damien watched as Pip handed it back. He was pushed in to the snow and laughed at by the boys across the playground. The Anti-Christ never noticed how the blonde's weak smile didn't meet his eyes. The only note he took was that the strongest boy survived by taking out the weak.

Damien sighed; he knew the only way to win. As the Anti-Christ he couldn't be beaten, he knew what he must do…

Pip sighed when the teacher called his name. He stood up; staring at the floor and glancing up to make sure Damien knew where he was to sit. Right in between him and Kenny. Damien put his bag down and sat in his seat. Pip sat down and took out his book once more in hopes of keeping his mind occupied with something else.

Kenny got out an extra copy of the Shakespearean play they were reading. He handed it to Damien. "Thanks," Damien said, completely apathetic. Kenny nodded and they sat down. Pip felt himself grow hot in the face at Damien's voice. It was real after all, Damien really was back, and he probably didn't care for Pip anymore.

Needless to say, the rest of class was awkward. The teacher had assigned Pip to help Damien to all his classes. Pip merely nodded and gave Damien a quick smile. Damien just read his book, wondering how his first day got so awkward in less than an hour. Kenny sat there, feeling the guiltiest. At the sound of the bell everyone got up and rushed out.

Pip gave a meaningful sigh as Damien waited by the door for him. Kenny sat back, trying to seem like he had a lot of work to do so he could follow them out and see how Damien would react to Pip. Sadly, the teacher had different plans. "Kenny, come see me for a minute," the guy ordered.

Fuck…

Pip caught up with Damien. "Let me see your schedule," he commanded more than asked. Damien blinked and handed it to him. Pip glanced over it. "Hmm, you have Chemistry next…" the blonde noted. He showed him to the science labs. "Alright, after that, you go down that hallway and you'll be at your next class." He pointed in the right direction. Damien took back his paper and nodded.

The bell rang and Pip made to his class, Damien tried to call after him but his voice got stuck. Pip's stomach churned and twisted in knots. He was hoping that Damien didn't remember him. If he did, he wasn't going to mention it. Pip didn't feel like dragging up the past. Sadly, he understood why Damien did the things he did. Still, it left Pip feeling empty the next morning.

Damien wondered if Kenny was right… Did Pip really remember him? He didn't act like it. But Pip was never one to act on any feeling besides kindness. Damien scoffed. Same old British kid. He turned and went into his class, not feeling the slightest at ease. Hopefully, he would see him at lunch. Maybe then…

Then what? One supposes they'll find out soon enough…

Kenny was hitting his head in study hall. The teacher seemed too immersed in the dirty girlie magazine Kenny got caught with to really care too much. He knew he shouldn't have put it in his folder. Finally, finally, the bell rang for lunch! Kenny was out of that room faster than Super Man and a speeding bullet combined.

He had to find Damien or Pip quick, otherwise… Actually, Kenny didn't know why he had to. As a matter of fact, Kenny wasn't sure what made him want to weep at the sight of those two awkward with each other. It was most likely in his nature to worry about his fellow peers who happened to have a horrible ass life. Anyways, Kenny felt responsible.

So he made his way to the cafeteria, checking all signs for blond hair, or black hair. Then he spotted a puff of yellow turn the corner. He quickly shot off in that direction, knocking over a few people. He turned the corner and –SMACK! He fell on his abused little butt. He winced and rubbed it.

"Oh! I'm so sorry Kenny! I must have opened my locker too fast!" a voice squeaked out. Kenny looked up. Butters bent over and held out a hand. Kenny felt his face flush. Wrong blond… Today isn't my day. Kenny grabbed his hand and was slowly pulled up. Kenny flushed a little, rubbing his forehead that came into violent contact with Butter's locker. Just a bruise? God is forgiving today.

And at that moment, the janitor came by with a high powered floor waxier. It propelled Kenny into the air and through a class window. Guess not… He sighed as he died.

Pip had mostly forgotten about his unusual dilemma with Damien as he stood in the lunch line. He could feel the drool collecting in his mouth. Yes! I get to eat food today! Pip restrained himself from dancing in pure joy. Normally he had to hide in the library for fear of Cartman harassing him like in grade school.

Pip grabbed a sandwich, a bag of chips, some grapes, and a soda. He walked through the line triumphantly. As he got to the lunch lady she held out her hand. The teen blinked. Then he gasped and grabbed his wallet. He groaned when he realized he gave all his money to Cartman yesterday. Or one should really say Cartman made Pip hand over his money.

Pip was about to put back the food when a hand fell on his shoulder. He looked up to see Damien hand the lunch lady a five dollar bill. The Brit stared with a faint pink tinting his pale cheeks. The lunch lady took it and called out "NEXT!" Pip was pushed out of the way before he could protest to Damien's charity. Without realizing he followed Damien back to his table.

"You didn't have to do that you know." Pip pointed out as he sat down. Damien looked up, apathetic and confused as he was as a child.

"Well, I was going to spend it one way or another," he said matter-of-factly. Pip sighed and decided to roll with it. He bit into his sandwich and a silence fell over the table.

Damien studied the cafeteria with little interest. Nothing much seemed to have changed since he left. No one seemed to really cared whether he was back or not. Absently, the Dark boy wondered if Pip cared. Pip absently wondered why said boy was back, not that it mattered. Pip finished his sandwich and balled up the wrapper. Damien finished whatever he was eating and they threw the trash in the garbage at the end of lunch.

Pip was kind enough to show Damien his next class. The last two classes they had together, but didn't even sit close to one another and the other was PE. Pip thanked God for small miracles. After school let out on Damien's first day, Pip got up to go. Damien, not knowing where to go exactly, followed him out. Pip calmly walked down the corridors and bumped into police tape. He blinked and looked over to see a bit of orange fabric stained red hanging from a class window.

Pip sighed and made a mental note to pray for Kenny before bed. He walked around the tape and –yet again- bumped into some thing else. The something else was a crying Butters. "Oh, s-sorry Pip," he stuttered and tried to wipe his tears. Pip cringed and patted him on the back.

"It's okay. Do you have some one to walk home with you?" he asked. Butters didn't live that far away so Pip saw no reason to delay walking home and help out a poor classmate.

Damien silently observed this from a distance. Butters shook his head and sobbed on Pip's shoulder. Pip comforted the boy as best he could with many school books in hand. "Don't worry, Kenny will show up tomorrow as good as new." Pip soothed. Butters sniffed and nodded. Pip walked Butters out, trying to keep the other boy's mind off Kenny's death. Damien sent a mental apology to Kenny who was probably up in his room throwing things about in bored anger.

My poor room…With that last thought, Damien decided to follow Pip for a bit.

And, yes, back in Hell Kenny was indeed throwing things about.

A/N: YAY! Chapter 2 is now done!

This one focuses a lot on the past. No, the things that happened between Damien and Pip DID NOT happen in the Episode. I did that ON PURPOSE. So, NO complaining. I feel it gives their relationship more purpose and the feelings of guilt and hurt more grounds.

Poor, poor Kenny. God does have a sense of humor though, huh?

I like Damien in the Chapter! He's so cute when he's confused! I feel bad for all the stuff I put my Pip through… Oh well, I swear it will work in the end.

Oh, and please don't get angry with the "What I am trying to say, is that just because people say its right, doesn't make it so. Look at most religions for example," Line. I have no problem with different religions. It's just a joke from the series about how the "right" religion is the Mormons.

Thus Kenny ends up in Hell all the time. Alright, that's it for today. This one was longer, huh? Good, I like long ones. Hopefully my next one is long too.