Playing with Fire

Chapter Three: Separated

Rating: M

By: Vampire Toy

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN SOUTH PARK. If I did this wouldn't be a fanfic D:

Warnings: Hummmm weird pairing? Yeah. :

Summary: Damien refuses to let go of the only friend he's ever had. (Sequel to 'Snow Angels')

A/N: Hahaa, can you tell my summaries need work?

Ah well.

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"….there's my bathroom and that's my kitchen." Damien nodded, finishing his tour of the twighlight zone he called an apartment.

Kyle stood with his hands clenched and his feet close together, as if there was a strategically placed axe waiting for him to extend a limb. There were many doors, and many of them held many horrible things behind them. The only room Kyle didn't want to impulsively run away from was the living room, and only because the living room held the front door; his escape route.

"What do you think?"

"Ummm, its…not something I could easily get used to." Kyle smiled sheepishly, hoping his silent plea would keep Damien from inviting him back ever again.

"What do you mean? Would you rather have it like it is when I'm away?" Damien waved his hand and the demonic apartment suddenly became just a regular one.

Though the evil after taste still lingered quite strongly, it was a much more welcome change.

"Yeah, I like this better." Kyle said, slightly in awe at the quick change.

Damien grinned and pulled Kyle back into his bedroom.

He pushed Kyle onto his bed then climbed up next to him.

"So..." Kyle said slowly, taking his bag and pulling out his math book, "I guess we should get down to business." He smiled, holding up his math book while simultaneously eyeing the room for anything suspicious and alive.

Damien frowned; "We don't have to study."

"YOU might not have to but I do. I have a future that isn't planned out so I have to do what I can to plan it myself. And it has to be amazing. Or at least in a good pay range."

"Of course your future is planned out." Damien grinned.

"No," Kyle rolled his eyes and set the book in front of him, flipping through the pages quickly; "My parents might want me to be a lawyer, but I'm probably not gonna do that….I think maybe something else high paying, like a doctor or a psychiatrist or…not a lawyer…well maybe….if nothing else comes up…"

"No, I meant, you're gonna come live with me in Hell." Damien said, eyeing the pages of the math book.

"Huh? Oh…ummm, that's not until I die….and that's only if I go to Hell." Kyle corrected. Damien talked about them living together all the time. Most of the time it didn't bother Kyle too much, but sometimes he would feel deeply embarrassed when Damien would say it in front of cute girls or random guys he didn't know. It made them seem so gay.

It wasn't even something that would come up in conversation, in fact, Kyle was pretty sure Damien did it on purpose. They'd be sitting there in silence and suddenly;

"I can't wait until we move in together." Followed by a dark mischievous smile and, on occasions when he really wanted to embarrass Kyle, he'd add in;

"I'm sooo lonely without you."

"We've been planning this for a while now, haven't we?"

"I can't wait to be with you forever."

They were blatantly aimed at embarrassing him and they often did.

Kenny had once told Kyle that he thought maybe Damien felt threatened by the new people that hung around him. Like they were gonna take Kyle away or something.

Kyle only laughed.

That was ridiculous.

Also gay.

Lots of emphasis on the gay.

Which Kyle was not.

Of course Cartman teased him about being gay but what the hell did he know?

"What makes you think you're so good that you're going to go to Heaven?" Damien suddenly asked, breaking into Kyle's thoughts.

"Well, I don't really try to be bad." Kyle said, finally finding the page he wanted, "Besides, you should be more concerned that you'll have to spend your entire afterlife with Cartman. He's fucking evil."

"You've done a lot of bad things in your life." Damien said, slightly disgruntled at the thought of living with Cartman.

"Not that bad."

Damien frowned as Kyle began writing; this wasn't how things were supposed to work.

Kyle kept downplaying Damien's words like they were nothing, but they were very serious.

He didn't think Kyle fully appreciated what he had to go through to get his dad to be ok with this.

"Living with a deceased human is….difficult, I don't think its something you should keep your mind set on." His father told him.

"You live with a 'deceased'." He responded bitterly. His father only sighed and shook his head; "I know, and it's a mistake I have to live with. But I wont let you do the same."

But he did let him, after a long fucking time too.

It took years to convince his father.

Not only that but the more Damien spent time with Kyle, the more he liked him, the more he wanted to be with him and the more he wanted to have him for himself.

What was the point of Kyle having other friends when he would only be with Damien in the afterlife anyway?

Damien watched Kyle write for a moment before he reached over and slammed the math book shut.

Kyle jumped; "What the hell was that for?"

"I mean it." Damien said slowly.

"Mean what?" Kyle asked trying to grab at the math book again.

Damien threw the book across the room with a loud 'thwack' and it burst into flames. He then jumped on Kyle, shoving him down onto the bed; "I mean it when I say that you're going to stay with me forever."

Kyle's eyes went wide and Damien saw a flash of fear. But just as soon as he realized what had happened, Kyle shoved Damien off.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" he yelled grabbing his things; "You need to fucking calm down! You're beginning to really freak me out, Damien!"

"Kyle…" Damien lowered his voice and began inching closer to the redhead, reaching his hand out to touch his shoulder, but Kyle immediately jerked away.

"You stay here and just chill, ok?" Kyle flung himself form the bed, storming out furiously and leaving a disgruntled and frustrated Damien to sit by himself.

He was riled up now. He'd have to wait for his emotions to level before perusing Kyle or he knew he'd do something to make Kyle hate him.

And he didn't want that.

He didn't want Kyle to hate him.

They were going to be together forever, after all, and that meant they had to learn to be patient with one another.

So Damien waited.

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Kyle's entire body was shaking. He couldn't believe he'd managed to get Damien off of him, much less give him a lecture without getting his hair set on fire. Kyle's heart pounded loudly in his ears and he stumbled a few times as he walked.

He had always been comfortable around Damien, probably because he'd known him so long, but he knew when he needed to be afraid of him. Damien could be scary despite his funny voice. Kyle rarely witnessed it first hand, but the few times he did he was freaked out for weeks. This time wasn't as bad as the others, but it still left him shaken.

Kyle looked around the snowy streets; he was now probably far enough from Damien to slow down into a walk.

The redhead let out a shaky sigh and watched it form a fog in front of him; now what? His mother would badger him with thousands of questions if he went home now. He was supposed to stay and study until at least seven. It was only five.

Not only that but his math book just went up in flames, he wasn't really sure how to explain that to his mother….or the school for that matter.

Dammit! He'd have to pay for the math book himself.

"Hey Kyle, isn't it past your bedtime?"

Kyle blinked and snapped from his haze to turn and see Cartman sitting on his front porch steps casually.

Kyle hadn't realized he'd walked so far.

"H-hey, fatass." He retorted with much less enthusiasm, coming to a stop in front of the brunette's house.

Cartman eyed him curiously for a moment before standing up and making his way over to Kyle.

"You look freaked." He stated, his voice losing some of its edge.

"Uh. No... I'm fine." Kyle gave a wavering smile before clearing his throat and shaking off his nervousness as much as he could.

The fatter boy looked him over with an arched eyebrow but then let his face fall into a blank stare.

"You wanna come in?" he asked casually.

Kyle suddenly eyed Cartman suspiciously. He was being a little too nice; not a single Jew joke since he'd arrived.

As if reading his mind, the brunette scowled and rolled his eyes; "I wont rape you like your boyfriend does."

It wasn't a Jew joke but it would do.

"Whatever." Kyle snapped back, following Cartman inside; he had some time to kill.

They made their way up to Cartman's room, plopping down on his bed and falling into momentary silence.

"Did Damien do something?" Cartman asked. Kyle eyed him; he couldn't pick up any sarcasm in his voice but at the same time he knew Cartman was always up to something. Kyle stubbornly kept his mouth shut for a moment and Cartman just laughed; "Whatever," with that he flopped back on his bed with his arms behind his head.

He did kinda wanna talk to someone about it even if Cartman wasn't his first choice. "He's just weird sometimes." Kyle finally sighed.

Cartman had the urge to throw in a sarcastic comment about Damien being weird all the time but decided against it; now was his chance to get Kyle to open up a little more. The more he trusted him, the sooner he'd run to him if Damien messed up; which apparently he did anyway…even if by accident. But the more he does it, the more he'd begin to see Cartman as someone he could count on.

Much more so than Damien.

"He is the son of Satan." Cartman stated.

"Yeah but I'm used to that….well kind of, you know? Sometimes he's just weirder…." Kyle sighed, exasperated and a bit confused as to why he wasn't telling all this to Stan instead, "I guess you guys wouldn't know, you don't really hang out with him or anything."

"I know." Cartman said, conveniently neglecting to mention that all of his friends were aware of Damien's 'special' personality, "Its easy to notice from the outside looking in." Cartman shrugged, sitting up then propping up some pillows for him to lean back on.

Kyle looked over at Cartman curiously and furrowed his eyebrows; "Any sarcasm and hatred aside, what do you see?"

Cartman pursed his lips as his face fell into a thoughtful expression.

What did he see?

Someone threatening.

Someone possessive.

Someone positively evil.

Someone who, admittedly, had a personality probably not too far from his own.

But Kyle wasn't ready to hear all that, Cartman could tell. No, he'd have to slowly and very gently tell Kyle exactly what Damien was like and what he was doing.

"He seems kinda….isolated."

"Isolated?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah, he doesn't have many friends…in fact I think you might be his only actual friend." Cartman stated casually.

"Yeah I noticed that." Kyle said softly, "You think maybe…that he's upset about that?"

Damien didn't act upset, but sometimes he was unpredictable and Kyle couldn't be sure.

"I think maybe he's being weird because he doesn't have many friends…you know, so he's afraid to lose the one he does have." Cartman noted with a yawn.

Kyle paused thoughtfully and frowned; "You….you think he wants more friends?"

"I'm not gonna say anything for sure, but it wouldn't hurt for you two to spend a little time apart, you know, let him test the waters and such." Cartman suggested.

Kyle sat silently in thought; Cartman was being unusually helpful, but at the same time he was making a lot of sense. It was a horrible combination on his part.

"You know, while you're taking care of him, you're missing time with the rest of your friends. Lots of things have changed that you don't even know about because you're with Damien." Cartman then added, "You know, I've changed too."

Kyle eyed Cartman for a moment, he did look like he'd lost weight, though he was obviously still 'getting there'.

"You…look good." Kyle commented.

"Not just that, I'm not so much of an ass anymore, dipshit."

"Hah, sure." Kyle smirked.

"I'm not," Cartman said in mock defense; "I'd be nicer to you if I didn't have to fight Damien for your attention."

Kyle blinked and titled his head slightly; "Really?"

Has so much changed already? And right in front of him too.

"Yeah." Cartman said putting on his best smile; "I kinda wanted to be your friend. You know. Your real friend."

Kyle gave a lopsided grin and slammed his fist down into his palm; "Alright, that does it, me and Damien are gonna separate for a while. I'll spend some time with you guys. I mean, what else did I miss? What about Stan? And Kenny? What's happened?"

Cartman smiled.

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A/N: HAAAH. Yeah. Next chapter :3 Hope you liked it. Reviews make me happy and flames are welcoem :D