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 Three
Feelings
Everything was happening way too fast.
Just a second ago he had been alone. Then suddenly out of nowhere, a boy had materialized.
Dark messy hair that slightly stood up, purple eyes, that looked determined. Pip would have recognized those eyes anywhere. No matter how many years would pass, he would never be able to forget those dark terrifying eyes that now appeared to be glowing in a dark reddish color.
For just a second he felt as if the world had stopped spinning. The snow that was falling down, stopped its process in midair, the birds stopped singing and their gazes met.
Light blue eyes meeting dark purple eyes. Heaven and hell colliding.
But then he noticed that the other boy was moving. Reaching out with his long and slender hand, the devil attacked.
The blond boy felt the knife being yanked out of his hand, felt the weight of the other boy crushing him, as he fell down, landing on top of him.
Just a second ago he was sure that this would be the end.
Pip hadn't been scared then, but looking at the dark haired boy leaning over him now, he suddenly felt afraid. Damien looked furious.
Damien threw the knife as far away as he could. It had cut into his hand when he had gripped it, leaving a trail of blood trickling down his wrist.
But the demon couldn't care less at that moment, he didn't even bother looking at his wound.
"What the hell are you doing?", he screamed looking down at the boy who had been haunting his dreams for too long.
The first thing that Damien noticed was that Pip had changed a lot. He had gotten taller, he was probably only a head shorter than Damien now.
His hair had also grown, it stopped just slightly at his shoulders. His face had lost a lot of its carefree expression, it looked harder somehow. Like the face of someone who had gone through a lot of pain.
There was a small scar at Pip's temple. Barely visible, like it had vanished long ago, but he could still make the thin lines out.
It made Damien wonder what Pip had gone through since he left.
He felt a sudden wave of guilt, which was of course ridiculous.
It wasn't his job to watch over the boy.
Pips eyes filled with tears again, he looked tired. For a second Damien wondered if the blond boy was going to pass out.
"Damien", he then felt arms around his neck. Felt the sticky blood making contact with his skin, yet he didn't push the boy away.
He didn't know why, but for some reason, it felt right holding him like this, so he just let the younger boy cry in his arms.
He could feel Pip shuddering, he was skinny, too skinny for Damien's taste.
"You're hurt", he could hear Pip say after some time. He sounded scared, there was honest concern in his voice.
Damien shrugged.
"It's nothing", he answered, slowly becoming his old self again. His wound would heal in no time.
"I'm more worried about you".
Pip's eyes looked confused. "You worry about me?".
Damien could have slapped himself for saying something so stupid. Why was he being so weak around the boy?
Damien glared at Pip, grabbing his injured arm.
"Ow", the blond boy winced.
"Hold still", the devil said.
Still he felt guilty for being so rough, so he was being extra careful as he examined the cut.
Looking at the wound Pip had made, he let out a relieved sigh. The wound wasn't that deep.
Still it must have taken Pip a lot of courage to go through with it and it looked like it hurt.
He wouldn't die from it, but Pip was still losing blood and Damien didn't think that he would be conscious for much longer if he didn't stop the bleeding.
He didn't want to risk him fainting now that he had made sure that the boy was safe.
Safe…
Had he saved him?
And how would that change him?
Them..?
Would there be consequences?
Would his father be mad about him interfering?
Damien didn't know why and it scared him a whole lot too, but the truth was, he didn't care.
Pip was safe.
That was all that mattered.
He didn't care about anything else…at least for now.
He gently touched the wound, and heard Pip suck in a breath.
"I'm going to have to use fire now", Damien said, as he saw Pip's eyes widen.
He knew what the blond boy was imagining, because he was thinking about it too.
The incident 9 years ago. The hatred in his own eyes, the angst clearly visible on Pip's face, the fire, a scream…, Damien closed his eyes, trying to ban the images from his memory.
"Listen to me Pip, I'm not going to hurt you again. You can trust me with this", he said opening his eyes again, the images gone.
Pips gaze didn't leave Damien's for a second.
"I trust you".
He had no reason to believe him.
Yet he did.
Damien almost wanted to thank him, but stopped himself in the last second.
Instead he closed his eyes and focused on the wound.
His hand was hot, he could feel the flame beginning to materialize in his hand.
Pip was gasping, yet he didn't pull away.
Carefully Damien let the flame touch Pip's wrist.
"It doesn't even hurt", he could hear Pip say amazed.
Damien almost smirked.
Of course it didn't hurt.
The flame was meant to heal not to damage.
Though he never used that kind of power before, he still knew how to heal with it.
Back then he never understood why his father had made him learn how to use his healing powers, but now he was happy that he had taught him.
The flame was already retreating, and as Damien closed his hand it vanished.
He opened his eyes again, and was amazed to see that the wound had healed.
He knew that this would happen, but had never seen it done before.
Demons weren't meant to heal.
They were meant to destroy.
Yet he had healed Pip.
What did that make him?
He looked up at Pip, who didn't seem to believe it either.
"I didn't know you could do this", there was admiration in his voice.
"Well it's not like it's something to brag about. Demons aren't exactly meant to HEAL. We're better at destroying things", there was no amusement in his voice, it was a fact after all.
"Well I thought it was pretty impressing", Pip whispered.
He seemed tired, almost closing his eyes as he spoke.
The devil sighed. He was so not used to this. Standing up, he held one of his hands out, for the younger boy to take.
Pip looked at him skeptical.
"Come on, you're freezing, also you just tried to kill yourself and got your clumsy ass saved by some hot guy, who hasn't got all day to play around. I actually have other things that I should be doing right now, you know? And you need to get some rest, so just take my hand and stop blushing".
This of course made Pip blush even more, but he still took Damien's hand. Standing on his own two feet again, he felt wobbly.
Damien's hand landed on his back, preventing him from falling backwards into the snow.
"Careful here. I did say you should rest, but the forest hardly seems like a good place to sleep".
Damien grinned.
"Damien?".
"Huh?", the devil looked down at Pip, who had a faint smile on his lips.
"Thank you".
