Author Ramble Thing. I... really don't know what this is. There were about ten versions of this... then I wrote the beginning to this version at 5 in the morning while jetlagged, and liked it better than any other incarnation of this fic and decided to finish it up.

Disclaimer. If I owned South Park I wouldn't be writing this. So no. I don't own these characters. But I did write the lyrics to It's You.

Update. The lyrics to It's You are now written in the proper lyric/poem format.

First Installment
"Pictures"

He was the son of the Devil. He was on earth for a day. He made friends. He spent a lot of time with Pip. Then the others started to like him too. He came back years later, in High School. He came to see someone special to him. Pip wasn't the one he came to see, but the British boy was still his best friend.

Three of the other kids were in a band called Almost Everything. The redhead was the lead singer. He also wrote all the songs. The raven-haired boy had the backing vocals and guitar, and the blonde one did the drums. They had a fall concert coming up.

He was jealous. He wanted the redhead. But no, Almost Everything's lead singer already had somebody. Somebody way better. Somebody so perfect, attractive and amazing, that he could probably get a straight guy to date him if he wanted to. Stanley Marsh. The most popular guy in school, the quarterback of the school football team, and the backing vocalist and guitarist of Almost Everything. That was who the redhead had. Who in their right mind would give that up for the antichrist?

They were happy. They had been best friends for a long time, and one day Stan confessed his love. The redhead accepted almost immediately. They didn't even have to work at it. Then they and the blonde boy put the band together, and it got popular almost right away. Well, of course. Stan was in it. Why was everything so easy for them? How could it all work out so well?

He was angry. He bought tickets to the concert. One for him and one for Pip. He grinned as he pocketed them.

"Are you sure about this, Damien?"

"Oh, I'm sure."

"Everyone is going to be awfully sore at you if they find out."

"Don't worry. They won't."

Damien had a plan. He knew how to make the redhead his. Even if it didn't work, it would still make Stan pay.

He went to see the fat kid. The fat kid was an expert at manipulation, blackmail, and evil in general. He was practically an antichrist himself. Sometimes Damien wondered if they were brothers or something.

"Eh, hello?" the fat boy answered the door.

"Excuse me, Eric Cartman? I understand you are the master of manipulation and deceit. I need to speak with you."

Cartman's eyes lit up. Someone wanted his help, and that meant he might be able to get some money out of it. "Oh ho, you are in need of my services? Step right this way, sir..."

He went to the concert. He wanted to wait awhile before he did anything, because the redhead had a nice voice and he wanted to hear the band. The redhead grabbed the mike.

"Hello South Park! It's so great to be here tonight. You know, my life has always been pretty fucked up, but... I love it here, and I love Stan, and I love singing for you. I wouldn't trade this for anything."

Damien choked back tears. The antichrist isn't supposed to cry. But hearing those words hurt him too much. The redhead wouldn't trade Stan for anything... least of all the son of Satan.

"This is a song I wrote about me and Stan, called... It's You." The blonde started drumming, Stan started strumming, and the redhead started humming.

"Long long time ago
I was eight years old
there was still a lot I had to learn that I didn't know.
My life it wasn't perfect but it only goes to show,
when you overcome the obstacles you grow.
Now it's nine years later I don't have a lot to say,
I didn't do a lot between those days.
While I wasn't famous and I didn't make the news,
I felt like someone special, someone special's in my life

It's you.

I'm just another teenage boy,
with a little bit of money and a shiny transportation toy,
and yeah I've got those hormones,
the weird ones that sorta make you moan.
After years of searching and looking for myself,
and deteriorating my own health
while searching for the person with whom I'm meant to be... I found that person was right next to me

It's you."

Damien felt tears welling up in his eyes as the song continued. The redhead could be singing about him. He could be the special person in the singer's life. The thing that ran through his hand as the band continued to play was, It's you... why can't it be ME? He wiped the tears from his eyes. He couldn't afford to break down now. He still had something to show Stan.

He managed to make it through the concert without breaking down in tears, and when it was over, he headed to the back of the stage where he saw the band packing up. He made sure he didn't look like he had been crying and put on a face that he hoped looked concerned.

"Stan, I need to talk to you. It's about..." His voice lowered to a whisper and he nodded in the direction of the redhead. "Your boyfriend."

Stan looked alarmed. "Kyle? What about Kyle?"

"Come over here for a second..." He pulled the other boy over to the side. "I think you should break it off with Kyle."

"What! Why?"

He reached into his pocket, looking around to make sure Kyle wasn't around, and pulled out what appeared to be a stack of pictures. Discreetly, he passed them over to Stan. Stan's eyes bulged out of his head as he looked at the images.

"Are these for real...? No, they can't be! Kyle would never do anything like this!"

Damien nodded. "It's true, Stan. I was shocked, too..."

"Where did you get these?"

He shrugged. "Around." Of course, he had gotten them from Cartman, but he figured Stan would doubt the validity of them he knew that.

Stan stared at the pictures some more. After a few minutes, his shock turned to anger.

"I can't believe this... the little WHORE!" Stan dropped the photos and stormed away. Damien grinned and bent down to pick up his edited pictures.
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Stan grabbed Kyle by the collar and shook him violently.

"YOU! I can't believe I trusted you!" he screamed.

"Wh- Stan, what did I do?"

"Don't give me that shit! You know perfectly well what you did you little ass-sucker!"

"No, I really don't! What's gotten into you, dude?"

"What's gotten into me! More like who's gotten into you!"

Kyle's mouth dropped as he began to understand what he was being accused of.

"Stan... why would I cheat on you? You're my whole world! Can't you tell -"

Stan cut him off. "I'm your world, am I? That's not what the pictures say!" He shook his hand angrily. Clutched in his fist was one of the edited photos Damien had given him. It was the only one he hadn't dropped. Kyle looked at the picture in enormous shock. He had barely even associated with Tweek. Yet here was a picture of him in bed with the jumpy blonde boy…!

"Stan, there's been a mistake -"

"The only mistake there's been is me being your boyfriend! We're through!"

"But -"

"But nothing!" Tears dropped from Stan's eyes. "You can't just go around fucking another guy and expect your boyfriend to forgive you for making a 'mistake,' Kyle!"

"Stan, you don't understand, I didn't-"

"Shut up Kyle! We're THROUGH!"

Stan was Kyle's whole world. And now, his whole world came crashing down. All because of a picture. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but in this case, it meant only two: losing Stan.

Kyle didn't feel like going home. He stayed behind, just staring at the sky, thinking. How did this happen? Who gave Stan that picture? Kyle knew it had been edited. He would never cheat on Stan. Who would do something like this? He heard footsteps, and then a voice.

"Kyle... what happened? What did he do to you?" He sat up. Damien was standing over him, looking worried. He must have been watching from afar, but not close enough to hear, Kyle guessed.

"He... broke it off with me." He was having trouble breathing and talking. It had hit too hard, too fast. His head was spinning and he couldn't think clearly. He didn't feel so much like his heart had been broken as he felt like he had been hit with a truck. The shock wasn't over, it all hadn't fully sunken in yet. He was Numb.

"What...? Why?"

"He thought I cheated on him... with... Tweek. He had some... picture. Don't know where he got it, it was fake. I would never... do something like that." A pause, then, "...You believe me... right?"

Damien nodded. "I know you wouldn't cheat on your boyfriend, Kyle. You're a good kid. A really good kid. I like you a lot."

Kyle smiled weakly. "I... like you too."

"No you don't. Nobody likes me. Not even Pip; he's just desperate for friends."

Kyle gave a sad laugh and stood up. "I mean it. I think you're pretty cool."

"…I'm sorry about Stan."

Kyle sighed. "Why... why didn't he believe me?"

Damien edged closer to the redhead. "People believe pictures."

Kyle was far too upset to notice the other boy moving. "A picture's worth..."

Before he knew it, he found the antichrist's hand around him, but still didn't seem to acknowledge it. "...'A thousand words,'" Damien finished for him, and Kyle nodded sadly.

"Come on Kyle, let's go to my house..." Kyle nodded and followed him. Damien continued to appear worried, but inside he was thinking Score! He was getting a little worried that he might end up accomplishing nothing more than hurting Kyle, but then he remembered that Kyle had hurt him, even if not intentionally. He had spent years agonizing over Kyle after he first learned that Stan already had him. He even tried to kill himself, only to realize he was immortal, being the son of Satan and all. Remembering that, he quit worrying. It wasn't that he wanted to hurt Kyle; it was just that if he did hurt the Jewish boy, he could validate it to himself.

They walked home as it began to rain, Damien with his arm around Kyle's waist, all sorts of thoughts in his head, and bliss in his heart. He didn't care if he what he was doing was wrong; he was the son of the Devil.