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Discalimer: HOLY SHIT I DON'T OWN SOUTH PARK!? who would've guessed.

Letting his raised hand fall back to his side his smile began to grow and spread across his hollow cheeks. His teeth glistened with a fresh happiness that was clearly visible. As the muscles began to cramp the tears began to pool around the bottom of his lids and think eyelashes. The salt clear substance traveled down his face as his pixie nose began to drip. He sniffled and stood there not knowing what to do. He knees began to grow weak from under him as his skinny legs began tremble joining the rest of his body in full on tremors as he sobbed quite loudly.

Kyle was the first at his side. He stood up from the chair he sat in, the piece of furniture slid back with a look shriek but it went virtually unnoticed. The Jewish man sprinted and tossed himself onto Butters without a second thought. Once he felt the lithe blond in his death grip the bad thing faded away and life seemed to melt into a new world where nothing bad happens.

The wavy and fiery hair brushed up against butters cheek, the softness it possessed was hypnotizing and it soothed the blonde enough to stop the noises but not the tears. Those pesky things were still running down his face making his cheeks stained with pinks and reds, and his eyes stand out from the blood shot background.

Soon enough the euphoria continued when the battered boy could feel several more pairs of arms gather the blond up for themselves. Even a reluctant Eric had his meaty arms wrapped around the boy for quite some time. The embraces had made the emotions that he had suppressed all rush out at once, the emotionless mask e had so artfully crafted had cracked and shattered. It made his soft interior shined through with such noticeability that made the blond somewhat self conscience. Butters could see from the corner of his eye that Kenny had a relieved smiled plastered onto his handsome face. Tears fell freely from his crystalline eyes but he never brought a hand up to brush them off. He just stood there with a tear soaked and happy face. And Butters has never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

His face began to heat up with a blush. The new feeling that pooled in his belly made his head spin and his bones turn to mush, he remembered vaguely what this feeling was but it was something that he never allowed himself throughout the years he was gone. Besides the motherly love for his cat.

His cat.

"My c-cat!"

He exclaimed this suddenly as he tried to wriggle his little body around to escape that tight grip of his friends. He nearly succeeded but Stan caught his arm and look at him with hazy and teary eyes that questioned what he heard Butters say. Butters looked over at Kenny briefly and saw a pang of jealousy spark wildly in his eyes. The smallest of the group began to shake his arm wildly trying shrug off the noirette who had his big hand clasped around his lithe arm. The male in question soon got the message and released the struggling boy.

They all looked at him with incredulous stares. Butters began to rub his bony knuckles together, a habit he hasn't revisited in some time. He blubbered out a sentence that explained his little outburst. He told them about Pure and why she was so important to him. He told them that it was very nice to see them again and that he needed to be on his way so he could go feed his cat.

He had hardly taken a step when Kenny grabbed his arm and begged him to stop. Butters look at Kenny with wide eyes as Kenny explained that they could grab Pure and his stuff, that he could live with them. The smaller blond merely shook his head. The offer was an extremely nice one, and it couldn't have come at a better time but he didn't want to impose and become a leech that survived merely off his friends' generosity. He continued on his way but the arm that latched onto him pulled him back as he twirled ungracefully into the warm body of Kenny McCormick.

"Do you honestly think that I am just going to let you walk out on us again?"

Butters felt like he was just shot in the heart. A wave of guilt flooded through is system; those words were like a slap to the face. What happened in the past should stay in the past, because it wasn't like we wanted nothing more than to abandon the only friends he ever had, in fact it was the exact opposite.

He pushed away from the solid body and stared man who accused him of doing such a thing. He looked around and saw that everyone had already left, most likely going to his house, even though he never gave them the address. Maybe they just sensed the incredibly thick and uncomfortable atmosphere and decided the take their leave. Butters couldn't blame him that's all he wanted to do at the moment.

"Y-you honestly think t-that I would just walk out like that?!" Butters shot back, if Kenny wanted to argue so bad then we was going to get it. Butters looked back with his large eyes squinted and his light eyebrows furrowed creating several little creases in the space in between the thin lines of hair.

"Well then what would you call it?" Kenny started. "Because I would really fucking want to know why you left and did what you did!"

"I h-had to, okay?"

"Please, Butters just tell me, I need you to tell me."

Butters eyes danced from the floor to the ceiling doing everything in their power to avoid Kenny's accusatory glare. He didn't want to face the yes that he harbored so much love for, the same eyes that he lied to before he left. He could feel those crystal eyes burn holes into the top of his fuzzy head. He could feel the ma rage slowly began to build up. He wanted to answer Kenny's pleas, but he doesn't need to know where Butters has been, or what Butters has been doing.

Finally the hesitant orbs glance up at Kenny's face and winced at what he saw. It was a distrust laced with worry and sorrow. Butters sure didn't mean to make the taller man feel this way, it was just his secrets would ruin all that they had, but so would not telling the truth. The smaller male felt as if he had been running through an endless maze and just as he was about to make it out he was caught in a dead end. No matter where he ended up turning it would lead him down a path of distrust and nightmares. There seemed to be no end where happiness would be. It all seemed dark dank and uncaring, word that should never be described in a boy like Butters.

"Ken, I-I am tired."

"You can sleep when you spill it."

"P-please don't"

Kenny hissed, with his teeth grounded together and his hands baled up in sweaty fists. He visibly began to shake, with his eyes squinted and his muscles tense he raised a hand that threatened to crash upon the fragile body.

Light blue eyes held a fear of what was to come if Kenny were to hit him. As his large hand drew upwards butters began to slump forward and flinch submissively. He knew the pain all to well but not from someone that he had trusted the majority of his life. But the impact that he was expecting never came. Although his eyes were squinted tightly together he could feel the ominous presence of abuse wither away when Kenny put his hand down.

The taller of the two stalked over to a chair and dropped his body into the comfy leather embrace of the piece of furniture. It sunk under his weight with a sigh of air. Kenny's head fell back against the top of the chair and languidly let his head hang with his hair.

Butters was still trembling, but the atmosphere still felt think and unwelcome. He wanted to leave but he knew that he would only make him appear even guiltier if he were to just disappear, again.

The lithe blond fell down on his knees and folded his hands in his lap, the rough fingers fiddled with the bottom of his shirt. Twisting and turning the fabric around his fingers silently. His throat came to life as it hummed its little song, the vibrations were peaceful and alluring to the other male. As the little notes floated freely in the open space, Butters big eyes closed and he began to sway in time with his song.

The rough carpet flooring felt like a platform the held the humming boy up, that had him floating through space and time. He felt the air rush by him with his unruly blonde hair fly all about. Though all this was only happening in his head he couldn't help but actually feel it. It was his escape, his and no one else's. This was his world that thrived on happiness and care. The real world would never end up like his world but it was all worth it. People though he was mad for dropping life like a hot potato and escaping into his Neverland.

Kenny looked the boy in front of him with questioning eyes. Staring at his soft features as he swayed and hummed he pointed out every flicker of his closed eyes and every rustles of his clothing as he fiddled with it. The shirt wrinkled obediently with every turn Butters did.

Kenny surely had no idea what was so attractive about Butters. Was it his frail frame and feminine curves? Or could it be the long thick lashes that guarded his light eyes that held pain and nothingness. Maybe it was his way of dealing with others; always with a smile and stutter. Or could it just Butters himself.

The older blonde felt a jump in his pants while scanning the others body. His body heated up like a flame that was introduced to a fire, feeling the burning yearning sensation run wildly across his sitting body. The feeling of selfish want flooded his mind and lower body.

Kenny was always the 'man-whore' of the group and he was quite accustomed to the feeling along with it being satisfied. But the boy that he lusted for was broken and shattered. Kenny didn't know what happened to him to make the giddy boy so depressing. But he could bet that his sexual advances would not be received well from the smaller male.

The parka clad male suddenly adjusted his sitting position in order to calm or hide his growing excitement. The sudden movement made Butters jump three feet in the air with a shrill shrieking noise.

Because of such a sudden reaction Kenny let a deeper shout, with his heart nearly stopping. Butters continued to shriek again and again. Each time one made its way out of his plump lips the next one followed suit soon after but even louder. His small hands clutched his hair yanking chunks from it, blood and hair covered his head and hands. The larger blonde rushed over and gently untangled his from his bloody scalp, or at least he tried; for Butters pushed him down with surprising force and ran away up the stairs.

Kenny sat there absolutely bewildered. He didn't know what the hell just happened but he felt an overwhelming urge to find out. As much as he wanted to march upstairs and burst down the door that the boy would be hiding behind, he knew he shouldn't.

So he sat and thought and waited until the screams came back with a vengeance. Filling the house with shrill noises and crashing objects.

Now was the time to intervene. So Kenny got up and sprinted up the stairs. And once he located the room Butters was in he opened the door swiftly and was horrified at what he saw.

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