A/N: Another installment of more slashiness between Pip and Damien. So, have Fun, fun, fun!

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 Three

It would be a lie if Pip told you home was fine. Home most certainly was not fine. But he had no where else to go, so why complain? He wasn't beaten. Not really anyways. They never physically beat him. His foster parents just yelled at him for no reason, and if he was late for curfew, throw the good china at him. It wasn't as bad as Kenny's drunken mother.

Pip was happy that Kenny had good friends like Kyle and Stan that helped him out. Too bad they couldn't get rid of Cartman. It must be a thing where you grow up with some one long enough; you just ignored them and put up with their crap. Still, Pip tried to stay clear of Stan and Kyle. They weren't exactly falling over themselves to apologize as Kenny did at the start of high school.

Mainly it was because he happened to be strolling by Pip's house when Pip was running out, ducking from plates and tea cups. Never again would Pip forget to brush his teeth before bed. To be honest, it shocked Pip greatly the next day when Kenny didn't make fun of him. In fact Kenny came up and offered to walk him to the Nurse when Cartman tripped him during PE.

Ever since then, Pip and Kenny had a truce. Kenny would help Pip as much as he could, and Pip would help Kenny with his school work. They both found it an excellent deal. Pip supposed he could call Kenny a friend, but Kenny didn't hang out with him too much. Pip let it slip that his missed Damien though. Damien was what Pip could call a friend.

Kenny was surprised to say the least, but that was for reasons he refused to explain because he said it was a secret. Pip also let it spill that it hurt a lot to be tossed in the wind all the time. After that, Kenny tries to bring it up as much as he can. Pip obliges but still wants to keep his thoughts to himself too. He doesn't want Kenny to know that Damien has almost always been in his mind since the moment he laid eyes on his dark profile.

It sounded too… stalkerish and love sick. Which, Pip really wasn't. He just really had no one else to worry over. Pip had long gotten over the fact that he was probably destined to be alone his whole life. Kenny never responded to him when the British boy let that piece of info spill too, he just sent a look Pip couldn't place his finger on.

Pip found himself at home after giving Butters a hug and sending him inside his own house. The boy then proceeded to walk home accordingly. He didn't notice it much before, but he could have sworn some one was following him. Every time he looked back, not a soul could be found. In the end, he shrugged and continued onward.

The blond checked his watch. He winced when he realized that he had been so paranoid that it took him twice as long to get home. "At least curfew's at six," he mumbled. Then Pip slugged his back pack up higher and hot footed it home. He had to cross a few yards, but oh well; it was their fault for being the shortest way back.

Pip let out a breath when he saw the cars weren't in the drive way. He immediately felt his sprint turn to a stroll. Except for the weird Damien Reappearance, today had been alright. Pip fished in his pocket for his key to the house. He pulled it out and just before opening the door, he could have sworn he saw some one take off from the corner of his eye.

Pip shrugged it off to a long school day.

Damien wasn't sure what made him follow Pip home. Possibly the fact he had nothing better to do. He also wanted to get a sneak peak at why Kenny says that Pip was a very lonely person. Once Pip was alone, he must have noticed Damien's presence so he had to start moving in the trees for better cover.

It sounded like Damien was a stalker. In reality, Pip was some one Damien felt responsible for. He let Pip down big time and therefore, he owed it to the boy some how. Figuring out what made Pip tick was a start. As soon as the teen let his keys enter his door, Damien realized how ridiculous it was. Pip was a grown boy; he could take care of himself. Damien just decided that it would be easier if he was there too…

Kenny banged his head on the wall in Damien's room. He was watching Damien and Pip on the Anti-Christ's television that showed not only regular TV shows, unlimited show times, but also any one in the human realm you wished to view. Good thing Kenny was bored enough to read the manual.

Step One, he went over in his head while hitting it against the wall in irritation. Get the morons back in to friendship mode! Kenny eventually stopped pounding his head into the wall. He grimaced as he saw the condition the wall was now in. Mental Note: Apologize to Damien… Yikes… And with that he went back to the television and switched over to a different show…

Some where in South Park a male sat at his computer. He was sitting for the longest time. Everything on his list was completed. Well, not everything… He gave a smirk and deleted the last thing on his list. He gave a grin and shut off his computer. He turned back to his bed and lay down wondering how to inflect the newest thing on his list.

Kenny had said it was fun. He said he almost preferred boys because they don't talk as much. As a bonus, he never really got to inflect that kind of emotional torture on some one. Why not try it now? What was the poor kid going to do anyways? No one cared, and the other one needed some entertainment. Plus, Kenny was an expert at that kind of thing.

With those last thoughts running wild in all the different ways to go about scarring others, Cartman drifted off into an S & M lover's world. Both Damien and Pip awoke in the night with a feeling of foreboding in their stomachs for the morning…

Damien liked to sleep. Remember, when one says like, it means he was almost in love with sleeping. This is mainly because he was too much of an Imbecilic Ice Prince to admit anything close enough to love or kindness. Sure there were exceptions. Damien always knew there would be one… He just hasn't found it yet.

So when his alarm gave its annoying shrill bleeping, he blew it up with a wave of his hand. He sighed contentedly as he felt the shards splay about his bed covers, which he had twisted about him after the nights offending sleep. Unfortunately, he didn't get to sleep in as much as he really wanted because some one was ringing his doorbell.

Damien growled and rolled off his bed, scratching himself in the shards of the alarm clock. He disentangled the blankets in a huff. Once he was successfully out of the treacherous hold he tumbled down the stairs. Cursing who ever had the gall to get up at this ungodly hour of the morn, he wrenched open the door only to find-

"Kenny…?" Damien rubbed his eyes and sighed. "I should have known…" Kenny beamed at him and kick open the door wider.

"Hurry up and get ready! You can't sleep in! You have school!" Damien groaned as Kenny entered with no more than that. He sighed and closed the door with no complaints.

Kenny searched aimlessly through the house while Damien got dressed. From then on, Damien and Kenny left for school. The Spawn of Satan grumbling all the while his companion was perfectly chipper. It left the grumbling one to worry what was on the blonde's mind. Some thing was slightly off about Kenny. I can't put my finger on it though…

Finally, about half way to Kenny's bus stop he paused, Damien stopped walking and looked back. Kenny looked hard at his friend. "Damien… I am really sorry about your wall." He apologized.

"…" was Damien's confused response. Kenny pointed his finger at Damien. "But you annoy the hell out of me!" Kenny yelled. Damien blinked. And blinked. And finally.

"Ditto."

And he continued walking to school. Kenny sighed and ran to catch up with him.

"Okay, listen, I was watching you and Pip on your TV yesterday-" Kenny started. Damien glared at the boy.

"What do you mean you were watching me and Pip?" he asked, ice flooding his voice. Kenny shot the glare right back at him, like hell did he care if the Son of the Devil killed him. He'd just come back tomorrow and kick his ass. "What the hell were you doing in my room too?" Damien added as well. Kenny raised an eyebrow.

"So the condition of your room comes after you and Pip?" Kenny deadpanned. Damien would have hit the boy, but he put up his hands in a friendly gesture. So he lowered his fist and let Kenny speak.

"Anyways, I was watching you two. You had a nice interlude and then, you followed him home," Kenny said. Damien shrugged and turned back so he could continue walking.

"Your point?" he inquired impatiently. The orange hooded boy sighed and scratched the back of his head.

"I'm just pointing out what I saw. I want to know if you want to be friends with him again?" Kenny questioned earnestly. Damien shrugged again.

"He was the first mortal to accept me. Maybe the only one who doesn't care-" he began. Kenny coughed and pointed down at himself.

"Hi! Hello! What about me? I don't care!" he stated a little mad that the boy could be so casual about this. Damien scoffed.

"You don't count. You've been to hell and back."

Kenny rolled his eyes. "Fine, whatever. I get it. So answer the damn question!" he demanded. The other boy's attitude was starting to grade down on him. Damien shrugged again.

"I don't know. It looks like we are going to be acquaintances," he stated plainly. Kenny felt like smacking him.

"Obviously. You have history with him. Plus, I didn't ask what was going to happen; I asked what you wanted to happen!"

Damien stopped this time and turned around. "I don't know. What the hell are you asking for anyways?" this behavior from Kenny was beginning to make his blood boil. Kenny stamped his foot.

"Because damn it!" was his excellent rebuttal. Damien felt his eyes narrow if only the slightest bit.

"You wouldn't happen to…" Kenny stopped Damien's question with a glower.

"Alright, I'm sorry I brought it up," Kenny groaned and rubbed his arms for warmth in the snowy weather unconsciously. Damien settled down not knowing why he thought Kenny might have a thing for Pip. Or why he cared enough to ask. Probably because Kenny was making such a big deal over little things. "I know you got back less than twenty four hours ago but… I can't help but worry for the kid." Kenny's voice tumbled off into cruel memories. "I won't lie to you. You fucked him up. Really bad. And it only got worse." The blond said harshly. Damien stared emotionlessly at Kenny.

"He won't call anyone friend after you. So I swear- if you fuck up again—I will kill you!" Kenny's voice was arctic cold, close to that of some one who would kill for less. He pushed past Damien thinking about how accepting some one can be, and to a point where acceptance is already suicide. Damien stood, stunned to say the least. He looked to see Kenny running over the hill to the Bus. Did I really… Did I really hurt him that bad?

What is Kenny not telling me…?

Pip dashed through some bushes past Tweak's Coffee Shop. I don't know why I bothered… Pip had once again been waken up only to find his foster parents left him to run to school even though they said they would drive him. Pip huffed and puffed his way into the main streets and down to the High School. He glanced at his watch. 7:15, a new record!

The blond let out a breath of relief. He had managed to run fast enough to make it on time, and still beat Cartman! As a reward, Pip earned himself some thing from the soda machines. Casually, he strolled up the steps, hopping one by one and opening the doors. Then he fished a dollar out of his pocket and walk down the hall to his English Class.

Sadly, the school had a rule about caffeine so the board of education only allowed milk and sport drinks in the vending machines. The boy merely shrugged, it was more than he got to eat health wise anyway. He decided to grab some strawberry milk. It clunked and clattered downward to Pip's open palm. The Brit popped it open and took a sip.

Smiling slightly he made his way into the class, only to be greeted with the sight of Kenny and Damien glaring at each other from across the room. Pip blinked, staring at the odd tension with his bottle still in his mouth. Pip looked down at his watch again. 7:17 and then the blue letters flashed to 7:18.

He supposed he would have sighed but that would entitle dropping his congratulation drink, which he took a haughtier gulp from, breaking the two other occupants gaze. Damien thought it ironic, or maybe poetic justice, that Pip happened to stumble upon the argument the two were having… over Pip.

"Pip old chap!" Kenny chirped, practically jumping over desks to get to him. "Look! I think I finally got it down!" which was not a lie. Kenny did study while down in Hell. That did mean he still didn't want Pip to correct it. Pip took the paper being held under his nose. He scanned the page thoughtfully. After a while the boy looked up, one eyebrow raised.

"You didn't copy this out of the back of the book did you?" he questioned. Kenny's face fell.

"Oh, so you could tell?" Kenny asked nervously. Pip shook his head and pointed at the misspelled word.

"The book misprinted the word, 'apple' with three P's." Kenny whined in frustration, cursing the English Boy's thinking ahead and reading the back of the book.

He was erasing his mistakes as Pip sat down in a seat, taking noiseless drinks of strawberry milk. Damien was watching with disinterest as the event took place. Pip seemed to be doing alright. In fact the blond seemed quite clever and still very polite as always. So what was it that Kenny made him all relied for?

Kenny gave a soft cough to Pip. The boy was too busy staring off, slurping his breakfast. "Do you have change?" the immortal boy asked quietly. Damien still heard it though; all his senses are extremely acute due to his mother's blood. Pip stiffened slightly but shook his head no. "Sorry for asking," Kenny apologized. Pip looked back down at his book while Damien watched him curiously.

Pip sighed wistfully and looked at his watch. They still had roughly another five or ten minutes before class officially started. Now that Pip thought about it… where the hell is the teacher? Pip finished his drink wondering how the three of them got in if the teacher wasn't at his desk. But, he supposed it was a weak worry.

The blond threw his milk across the room, almost landing it in the waste basket. Snapping his fingers in dismay, he rose and threw it in the trash himself. After that Pip went back to his desk, checking the time once more. It turned out that only two moments of the time before class started was wasted. Pip felt a groan somewhere in his mouth. Another six hours of this? The teen thought bitterly.

Kenny gave a cry of joy when he finished fixing his homework. Damien looked at them with little interest. His desk may have been between them, but at the moment he was fine watching across the room. Kenny glanced up at him and gave a short breath of annoyance. "So… Pip, how do you like Damien being back in town?"

If Pip was still drinking his strawberry milk, he might have squirted it all over the room at his friend's sudden question. But he didn't so he silently thanked who ever his religious ideal was, and just merely blinked. "Um… Its fine I suppose. But shouldn't you be asking Damien about how he likes it here instead of me?" Pip controlled his blush masterfully but the Anti-Christ was slowly plotting Kenny's death.

Pip turned to Damien to be polite. "How do you like it here Damien?" he asked, genuinely wondering. The dark haired boy almost jumped at the other boy's voice. He stared at Pip, the boy's head was tilting to the side in a feline manner. Damien's canine blood grew hot at the thought of a cat. He had to look away to keep the odd thought from forming. The Anti-Christ shrugged in response and Pip just sighed as the bell rang.

As students poured in at a snail's pace, Damien went and sat by Pip and Kenny. Kenny sat with his all-knowing grin. To Kenny, Damien was readable as an open book lying on his desk. He glanced down at said book, which was an old Shakespeare play, and decided to rephrase that sentence later on.

Damien felt like hitting his head on something. That damn Kenny sat smugly with high hopes filling his orange covered skull and he could literally feel the waves of evil plans washing over him. Pip just kind of sat there clueless and wondering what the hell the other two sitting by him were on and why they weren't kind enough to share.

What a day this would be…

After the last two periods, Pip quickly dashed off in the halls. Damien happened to catch a glimpse of blond hair flow down the opposite direction of the cafeteria. He just shrugged thinking that the boy may have left some thing in another classroom and went off to retrieve it. The dark haired boy didn't notice when he sat down he was looking out for Pip. It surprised him when someone smashed down a plate on the table.

The boy never jumped or anything, he just turned his head slowly to see who did it. His eyes rested on a bulky boy with brow hair and mischievous eyes. "Hey newbie- this is my table," he sneered. Damien decided that "mischievous" was not the right term for his eyes. It should be closer to pure malevolence. The Son of Evil was going to get up, but his father's words rang in his ears.

"Don't give into peer pressure!"

Damien looked up coolly, "It doesn't have your name on it." He replied. Everyone in the cafeteria shut up as quickly as one would please. A pin could drop and not even people with normal human hearing would miss it. The eyes narrowed at the Son of Satan.

"What?" he asked in a tone clearly not use to hearing defiance.

"I don't think I stuttered did I?" Damien arrogantly replied.

The new comer shook with rage, reeling back a fist but some one caught his arm. Damien looked about the boy's girth to see Kenny. He gave a slight wave to Kenny who only smiled nervously. "Come on, Stan and Kyle are on the other side of the cafeteria," he tired. Kenny's companion gave him a glare and pushed Kenny off his arm. He grabbed for Kenny's bag. Damien raised an eyebrow but didn't do anything when the angry guy pulled out a sharpie and wrote on the table.

ERIC CARTMAN it read in sloppy letters. Damien smirked at Cartman. He remembered that name. He was the big botchy boy who ran that gang of kids Damien wanted to join. "Vandalism is crime," Damien informed him. Kenny sent him a withering stare and pulled Eric along before he could beat anyone to death. Damien simply waved his hand over the table, the name having been wiped clean as if it was never there at all…

Pip sighed as he watched the whiteness drip off the window panes in the library. It was his only safe place to be during lunch. But no food or drink was allowed near any of the books, so Pip starved half the time in there. The bell for lunch had rung and the blond had to tare himself from staring outside for too long. It never ceased to amaze him how the snow and ice felt warmer than he did sometimes.

Sure, it was a morbid thought. But Pip learned that his world was nothing but morbid thoughts anyways. He wanted to smack himself for thinking that way. Come on! Keep a positive attitude! You can't survive otherwise! It was probably because Pip had a major train wreck this morning. First he was all happy and excited, and then Kenny lets him know Cartman will be here in school today.

Pip knew Cartman could do much more than physically hurt him. Physical pain was easy enough to think out of. But emotional pain was different. That was Eric Cartman's favorite game to play. He played to make sure your pain was permanent. What better way than to hurt him where it counts, straight through the heart? No thanks. I've already had enough of that from-

"Damien!" Pip squeaked when he bumped into the back of the dark boy. Damien blinked and turned around when he felt something soft collide with him. He saw a blond boy looking slightly taken back and close to falling over. Damien quickly caught his arm to hold him steady.

"You alright?" he asked on instinct. Pip gave him a smile and brushed off his hand, feeling slightly disappointed doing so.

"Sorry," he apologized. Damien nodded and began to walk away but stopped short when he felt like he should say something more.

"Where were you at lunch? I didn't see you," he said the first thing he could think of and Pip glanced at him with his cat like eyes.

The British boy felt his eye grow wide at the fact Damien noted his absence and cared where he was. Alright not cared, but still inquired all the same. Pip shrugged and looked down the hall.

"I had to go pick up some things," he lied. The late bell rang, making Pip glance at his watch and excusing himself from Damien so he wouldn't be late. Damien just nodded and started to class on his own. He shook his head at asking Pip such a question. Kenny sighed as he watched the two go off in different ways.

Thankfully, he had teacher's aide for a PE coach at the end of the day. That meant he could spy on Damien and Pip in that class. Hopefully he could kick Damien's ass for skirting around the issue the whole day after Kenny gave him every opportunity he could for making Damien go and talk to Pip. They could only deny the past for so long, until then, it was going to be as awkward as that last encounter…

TBC

A/N: So, this one is nice and long. I was hoping to make school episodes (which is mainly what it is) as short and one chapter long as I could. I decided to drag this out though. I don't think they settle the issue in the next chapter.

But Cartman goes into his List in the next one. Damien is a little bastard, huh? I like it though, it suits him. Kenny makes me laugh. He's counting his chickens before they hatch, he just doesn't know it yet. So anyways, review and the next one will be out soon!