Title: That Look In Your Eyes

Pairing: Damien x Pip

Raiting: T

Author: Crazyneko09

Disclaimer: I don´t own the characters in this story.

Chapter: Chapter One

A/N: So here it is, the first chapter. Just to make sure that I didn't confuse someone. The "nightmare" that Damien had, was of course a flashback. It was the day, that he left South Park, the day when he hurt poor 9-year old Pip.

Decisions

"Damien honey, breakfast is ready", he could hear his father shout. The boy rolled his eyes and closed the door behind him. He was used to waking up like this. Not only was his father openly gay, he was also the biggest fag that Damien's ever met. Dressing up in pink whenever the opportunity arose, he was more like a mother to Damien.
But the teenager didn't care.
He accepted his father the way he was. Not that he would admit that, though.
Walking down the stone stairs into the kitchen, he couldn't help but to think about his dream again. To be true he haven't had that one in a while, and the dark haired teen had hoped that it was finally over, but no.
Why did it have to be today? Was there a scheme for this kind of thing?
Did the nightmares only haunt him when something was wrong? But what was wrong?
Today would be a normal day, he'd meet some guys, chat with some girls and fulfill his obligations as a demon.
So it had to be by chance, there was no reason for those dreams to get on his nerves, the way they did, right?
As he entered the kitchen, his father was already sitting on the big table. The torches on the walls created a comfortable light. Damien hated those bright lights that were used on earth in every house. His father smiled at him.
"Did you sleep well?", he let his son sit down before waiting for him to answer.
"Not really", Damien muttered.
"Was it that dream again?".
"Maybe".
Satan chuckled.
"Everyone dreams you know. Just because you were born here doesn't mean we can't dream. Are you embarrassed because you were having nightmares?".
"Of course not! I just don't know why I keep having this dream, it doesn't make sense".
Satan waited before he answered, he knew how easily his son got angry and he missed having those conversations.
"It's about this boy, right?".
But Damien only glared at him. He reached for his plate and stuffed various foods on it.
His father signed and began eating in silence.
Damien wasn't mad, just frustrated, both of them knew that.
As he chewed on his toast, he thought about what his father had said. It wasn't the fact that he was having nightmares that bugged him, it was not knowing what his dream was all about.
It was a memory of his past, even though some things sometimes changed in his dream it was always this version that made him wake up. It always ended with the blonde boy looking up at the real Damien who had to go through this nightmare day after day. The dream Damien had already vanished.
It didn't make sense!
"Damien, there was something I wanted to ask you. It's about a little favor that you could do for me", Satan smirked.
"What is it dad?".
"I have something that I want to do today, because of it I won't be able to discharge the list".
Damien froze. His father always had to take care of the new souls that would enter hell. There was a list, were all the names of the people committing a sin would appear, minutes before they did. His father's job was it, to be there at that time and make sure that the boy or girl would find his/her way into hell.
All in all, it wasn't pretty. No one wanted to end up in hell.
And Damien sure as hell never thought that he'd have to be the one to force them.
"Can't you take care of the list, after your date?", Damien tried.
"That won't be possible, because I won't make it home until midnight and it's not a date Damien. Believe me I wouldn't have you do this because of some date".
"Then why?".
Satan signed as he closed his eyes.
"There's something I have to talk about with god".
Of course, Damien couldn't say anything to that. What could be more important? Certainly not his son, who didn't want to do his father a favor.
"Alright, I'll do it".
"Thank you honey, I know you wouldn't disappoint me", he smiled down at his son.
Damien only shrugged. "Where is it?".
His father pointed to the kitchen counter. A white glassine paper was lying on it. Slowly he stood up and took the paper, making his way through the kitchen.
There were names appearing at the bottom of the paper, written in red letters.
Names of people that he didn't know. People he would soon get to know.
Suddenly he felt uneasy, as something struck his eye. A name. A name that he knew all too well.
"What is this all about?", he turned around to his father in shock.
His smile became sad. "I thought you might know, you're the one with the weird dreams".
The teenager froze. That was a joke, it had to be. There was no way, Pip was going to hell.
There was no one who was more angel-like than Pip, he'd never do anything…evil.
"There must be some mistake. That boy could never be a sinner. He couldn't even hurt a fly back then".
But his father only shook his head. "The list never makes mistakes".
"Pip would never hurt someone, he doesn't have the guts!", the boy screamed.
"He doesn't have to. There are more ways to end up in hell".
It took Damien some time to realize what his father was implying.
"He wouldn't….!".
"Because his life is perfect and he has a lot of friends?" his father's voice had a soothing tone.
It made sense. It all made sense. Pip was really going to kill himself.
Did Damien care?
He did.
But why?
Something like this happened every day, it had never bothered him before. But this was different.
Why?
Because I owe him.
The words wouldn't leave him alone. He owed it to Pip. Was that why the boy was haunting him in his sleep? Was he supposed to save him all along….because he owed him?
That was madness! It didn't make any sense.
But Damien knew that he couldn't just sit here, no matter what he would decide in the end, he had to get there. He had to see Pip, those nightmares, they couldn't go on like this. He had to confront the boy.
He would know what to do then.
Folding the list he let it fall into his jeans pocket. He rushed to his room, searching for a T-shirt and put the first one that he could find on.
He had to get there in time, he just had to.
Running down the stairs, his father followed him.
"You're going to interfere, aren't you?".
"Didn't you knew that from the moment you asked me to do you that favor?".
He could hear his father laugh.
"I suppose".
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Damien turned around.
"The thing you have to talk to about with god, it doesn't by any chance have anything to do with this, does it?".
Satan looked at his son, smirking, "That would be more than suspicious, don't you think?".
But Damien didn't have time for this.
He went on and opened a pitch black door, with a warning sign written on it.
He could hear the sizzling noises that the portal made.
Huge and dangerous it stood in the middle of the room.
Ready to take Damien wherever he wanted.
"Be careful Damien and whatever you do listen to your heart".
That was what Damien was most afraid of at the moment: his heart, which was pounding like crazy. He felt like it would betray him today.
Knowing that, he still took that one step forward and disappeared into the portal.
"I'm so proud of you my son", but he was already on his way into the unknown.