A/N: OK...So...here it is...in all it's crappy glory. *sigh* I'm really dissatisfied with this chapter. It seems forced and not...right. I'm not sure. Well, I think that has something to do with my on-going battle with writer's block. I hope none of you catch it. Horrible disease. Bleh. Anyhoo, please, PLEASE tell me what you think! I really need to know! Oh! And if you have any and I mean ANY story/plot ideas, let me know, maybe hearing what you guys think should happen will help me to write...well. Here it is! *ta-da*

Escaping the Truth

A Kenny and Butters- err I mean Leo Slash

Chapter 6:

"How does everyone keep getting into my apartment?"

After leaving the school I made it approximately three feet from the building before I was mowed over by a man on a motorcycle. That in itself wasn't so bad but the whole getting my head slammed into the sidewalk was what sucked. I woke up in Hell's Pass to the annoying beep of my heart monitor.

As I opened my eyes a pretty nurse came into the room carrying a clip board. She smiled at me just before she shut the door and climbed into bed with me. "Whoo, whoo, what- owww- what are you doing?"

Her blond hair hung loosely from her ponytail and she smiled slyly as her hand slipped under my gown, slowly stroking my skin. I tried to push her hands away but she was persistent and it felt so good. "Come on Kenny. Don't be like that." She finally let me go with a whimper. Leaning over me she began undoing her white blouse, exposing her braless breast to me. The beeping of the heart monitor increased and would have driven me nuts if I'd actually heard it. Reaching out I almost grabbed them when I heard someone scream my name.

"Kenny! Oh god, you can't die."

Jerking away from my pleasant dream I saw Leo leaning over me, frantic. My head was pounding and his screaming wasn't helping. Taking my hand I put it over his mouth to muffle the noise. Leo only slapped my hand away and hugged me, crushing my already bruised body, "Oh, aw, ok, let go!"

"No! I won't! Wait! You're not dead?" pushing me away he stood up and glared down at me unshed tears in his eyes. "What the hell you faker?"

"Yes, Butters. I faked my own death so that I could get your attention." I put my head in my hands hoping to slow the pounding pulse but not even three seconds later I began to feel that my life was in danger. Heh, like that isn't true on a daily basis. Looking up anyway I found that Leo was standing rigid with fist clenched, tears streaming down his face and a glare in his eyes directed right at me. Leaning away a little I questioned, "What?"

Shaking his head he said nothing only crouching down so that he was eye level, which worried me even more and made me edge farther away. Staring at me he said nothing, nothing at all. I'm not really sure how much time past, but eventually he stood up, clear-eyed and no longer angry. Crossing his arms he rubbed his arms saying, "It's cold," and walked off down the street home bound.

I was tempted, oh so tempted, to give chase but decided against it. Forcing my bruised body to stand I headed home still wrapped in a gym towel. Snow was thick all around but it didn't bother me, well not much. When my apartment building came into view I sighed in relief. Jogging the rest of the way I entered the building and almost collapsed at the warmth.

Trudging up the stairs I dug for my keys, and as I came to my door stuck them in. Swinging the door open I walked in, threw my bag on the table, waved hi to Damien and went to my bedroom. Wait, waved hi to Damien? Back tracking I saw the Prince of Darkness himself, drinking my coke with his feet propped on my table looking as if he ruled the world. He will rule the world, or was it destroy the world, maybe it's both? Eh, oh well.

"This is great, just freaking great! First the two lover boys who feel the need to contaminate my house with their-" I paused and about barfed at the thought of my two best friends going at it. Swallowing it I continued, "-and now you!" I pointed a finger at the red eyed boy.

"Hey, watch it or I might send you to hell." He said sitting up.

"Whatever, I don't really care! I've been there; I have a t-shirt, the photo, the sticker, the memorable keychain, a coffee mug, and all the other useless junk!"

"Dude, calm down, I'm suppose to be the crazy one."

Ignoring his comment I wondered out loud, "How does everyone keep getting into my apartment?"

Coughing a little to get my attention I looked over at the red-eyed boy dressed in all black. "Ummm, hello? Anti-Christ here, all consuming powers, will one day destroy the world. It'd be pretty easy to break into a run down apartment."

"So it is destroy…."

"What?"

"Never mind; sit, I'm going to get clothes on." He sat back down, while I went into my room and dressed. Coming back into the living room I saw Damien with his head in his hands and his shoulders sagging. "Damien?"

He jerked up as if I had scared him, then I saw something that shocked me; there were tears in his eyes. Tears! Placing my hand on his shoulder I asked softly, "What happened?"

Glaring at my hand, he scowled, "What are you talking about?"

Removing my hand, I felt awkward saying, "You're crying."

He scowled harder, "No, I'm-" Shock registered on his face as he felt the tears with his hands. Looking at his hand he said, "I am crying." There was a silence then, a long silence as Damien stared at his hand, tears steaming down his face.

Clearing my throat, I repeated myself, "What happened?"

"Nothing happened, stupid! Nothing except that Pip left me!" Dropping his head once more into his hands I heard him sniffle.

"Wait, you were dating? I mean, I knew you were good friends, well, you were after he forgave you for that whole throwing him into a fiery pit thing…" My voice trailed off as I tried to wrap my mind around the whole dating concept; when it suddenly hit me. "He left you?" My eyes opened wide and I semi-collapsed on the couch next Damien. He nodded his head without looking up and I just sat there surprised. "Wait, are you sure that he left you? As in never coming back and I don't ever want to see you again?"

Looking up at me with burning red eyes he yelled, "What other kind of leaving could there be?"

"Ok, but what did he say when he left?"

Standing up in aggravation the Prince of Darkness began pacing, swinging his arms furiously. "He didn't say anything! I woke up one morning and he was gone!" Tears were falling down his cheeks again and Damien did nothing to stop them.

"Hold on, he was living with you?"

Stopping Damien gave me an irritated glare. "Where else did you think he's been living since the fourth grade?"

My eyes almost popped out of my head when I heard this. "The fourth grade?"

Damien scowled now. "Have you turned into a parrot since the last time I saw you? Cause I think that would be something you tell your best friend."

"Wait, I'm your best friend now?"

"Oh, shut up! I have plenty of friends?"

I raised my eyebrow slightly at this. "Really? Do you really? Name three."

He hesitated before saying rather triumphantly, "Pip!"

I waited but he didn't say anything else. "Ummm, that's not three. And I don't think he counts anymore since he left you." I barely finished my sentence before a fire ball came hurtling towards my head. I ducked, but not before it singed a few of my hairs. "Hey! Are you trying to kill me?"

"No, just wanted to cause you pain, I can't kill you because you'd just come back here in about two days. And besides that I live in hell so I'd have to put up with your whiny ass."

"Ah, Damien if I didn't know better I'd think you actually liked me."

"Well, it's a good thing that you know better," he muttered before he sunk back into his depression mood, that I had seen just minutes ago.

Well, this is awkward. Silence hung between us as we sat there, me staring at the ceiling and Damien examining the carpet. I waited for him to talk about Pip again, but he didn't say anything. Alright, that's it I want him out of my house, now! Rubbing my forehead, I felt a headache coming on. "Damien," I paused trying to gather my thoughts. "Why don't you tell me exactly, and I mean exactly, what happened to make Pip leave." God, I sound like one of my therapist right now.

Damien jerked his head up and gave me a glare. I glared right back at him, "Hey don't give me that glare, I've got my own freaking depression to deal with, so, the sooner we fix your little problem the sooner I can go and wallow in my own."

"What's your problem, Kenny?"

"Hey," Standing up I pointed my finger in his face saying, "Don't change the subject, we're talking about your problems not mine."

"Yes and mine can't be fixed but maybe yours can be."

I threw my hands up in exasperation. "Damn it all Damien. Your problems can be fixed! It's mine that can't be."

"Nope. Mine are worst."

"Wrong! Mine are the worst."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Kenny."

"What?"

"Are we really arguing over this?"

I paused. "Yes we are. Now, would you please tell exactly what happened between you and Pip?"

He sighed, sinking into the cushions, nearly sinking to the floor. "I don't know. Everything was fine and Pip was complaining about never getting to see his home country and made some crazy declaration about actually doing it, I don't know. I wake up the next morning and he's gone. No note, no nothing."

I stare in disbelief at the black haired boy. My head was pounding something fierce, rubbing it I asked Damien in a whisper soft voice, "Damien? Did you ever think to look in England? Hmmm?" I got a blank look. "Of course not! Because who in their right mind would actually do what they said they were going to do! He's in England you dimwit!"

"Oh!" His eyes widened and he stood up, suddenly a lot more cheery…or as cheery as the son of Satan can get. "That makes so much sense!"

"And it only took a poor high school student to figure it out for you!"

"Really, Kenny, there's no need to me mean about this. Well, I'll see you in Hell!" And then he was gone. Good riddance! I'm going to bed and I'm not waking up until the world ends…even then I think I'll sleep through it!

*cringes* So? How was it?