A.N-Slightly slower update, but that happens when you are informed to write six essays for history in four days after having a friend over and watching about ten hours worth of South Park. The life.

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Chapter Eight: Slurping their eyes.

"Damien, what the fuck are you thinking?" I hiss at him as he sips my favourite drink. Fuck. I can't even taste it.

"I thought you didn't want Kyle finding out that you sold your body to me in exchange of Kyle's life?" He answers, confidently. It makes my words stuck in the pit of my throat. Because he's right. Kyle finding out is the last thing I want.

"D-don't be a fucking smartass Damien." I try to hide my stutter. "Tell me what the fuck suddenly changed your attitude! Before you were like 'Oh, I should act like Stan but I'm too emo I can't hang around those conformists' and now you're like, over-acting and exaggerating what I'm like, making everyone suspicious!"

"No." Damien emphasises, stop slurping his slurpee to concentrate on our mental discussion. "You see, the only way to make sure people won't get suspicious is if I act like a complete love-sick freak, exactly the way you obliviously are. Maybe you don't want to admit it, but I am not over-acting. This is exactly the way you freakishly act like." He sticks the straw back into my mouth and continues to slurp the colourful liquid down my throat.

I would have gritted my teeth and pinch my nose to calm myself if I had control over my own body. But I don't. So I just, don't say anything. What he says completely sets me on fire from embarrassment and humiliation. I mean, yes I love Kyle but I'm not lovesick or fucking crazy or anything! He talks to me as if I'm some sort of a romantic freak…

"It's because you are." Damien mutters, interfering my thoughts.

"Goddamn it Damien, shut, up!"

He chuckles and continues slurping.

"Dude, maybe getting slurpees in the middle of winter wasn't such a great idea." Kyle mutters, sticking his red tongue out as he eyes the smallest cup in his cold hand. "Why the hell do they even sell these things during winter anyway?"

"Are you fucking kidding me Kahl! Slurpees in the winter is just… God. Seriously. Fuck you Kyle for not understanding this awesomeness, yet it is understandable that you don't understand since you are a Jew."

"Shut the fuck up Cartman!" Kyle shrieks, attacking the fatass' wobbly cheeks with the frozen drink.

"Ay! Stop that! Garh!"

"Are you gonna drink that Kyle?" Kenny stares at Kyle's drink with eyes of opportunity.

"Come on you guys. Cut it out." Damien says with a tired sigh, knowing that that small appeal made it unnecessary for him to say or do anything more until they calm down themselves. And I take that opportunity to interrogate him further.

"What suddenly changed your mind Damien?" I hiss again. He stays silent, watching the other three tangle together into a knot. "What made you suddenly so enthusiastic?" I ask again. But still he stays silent.

My eyes stay on the three attacking each other: Kyle on Cartman, trying to freeze the fatass' cheeks off and Kenny on Kyle, trying to reach over to grab the slurpee for his own. And then my vision begins to focus slowly onto Kyle, and then they stay there in silence for a while. I let myself engage in the sight, watching his ushanka slip and scarlet rings revealing from underneath, glowing from the light reflecting on the snow.

Watching Kyle, I begin to think that maybe I shouldn't complain so much or interrogate Damien about his sudden change of attitude. I mean, what he's doing is for the best right? Kyle, nor the others can ever know. And that's final.

My heart feels like it gives a sudden thump for no reason. I can sense two orbs stare at me a few feet away, and as Damien focuses my vision I see Kenny staring at me, his arms clinging around Kyle's waist.

"Are you gonna drink that Stan?" Kenny asks casually and my mental heart calms down from its sudden action, but on the other hand, I feel Damien tense my body up.

"Just a sip…" Damien says, hiding something shaky in his voice. He hands out the slurpee to the blond, who takes it energetically keeping one arm around the redhead protectively.

My heart still seems to be beating a little faster than usual.

x

"Alright Damien?" A fuzzy accent says and a golden curtain covers my vision as a smiling boy leans over to look into my face.

"Pip." Damien greets back and digs my teeth into the bright red apple Kyle gave me, or him a couple of hours ago. He shifts in his spot as Pip ducks out of my vision and plops himself besides the antichrist. God. I hope he leaves before Kyle comes back.

"I see you are controlling your habit. I must say that I'm impressed." Pip smiles playfully.

"I can control my red eyes if I want to. It's just that I don't need to in front of you." My voice mumbles as Damien takes another crunch out of the fruit. A heavy silence follows between them until Damien's chewing slows down to a halt. "How is my body?" He whispers under my breath carefully, as if he had finally gone into the main issue.

"It is fine, at least for the moment." Pip replies, just as carefully. "Just like you said, it seems to be frozen in time. It hasn't changed at all. I must say it's an incredible piece of work you have done there."

But Damien barely hears his praise. After he swallows the last mouthful of apple he stands up onto my feet and throws the core far ahead into the distant snow.

"I appreciate it Pip. Tell me if anything happens." Damien says again under my breath. Pip replies with a smile.

"You know. It's strange talking to Stan's face like I would to you, even though I know it is you really in there. It's like I have a new friend"

Damien smirks and walks towards the entrance. "See you Pip."

"Bye." He waves lightly.

But just as Damien rests my hand onto the door handle, it flings open, revealing a green ushanka with bright red hair sneaking from underneath.

"Oh, you're leaving Stan?" The last of Kyle's voice dies down as he spots the blond a few feet away. "Ah, hey Pip." He says awkwardly, slightly confused with his presence.

"'Ello ol' chap!" Pip replies with his brightly fake tone that makes me want to slap him on the back of the head. But Kyle simply shrugs and opens the door wide to let me through.

The second Damien slides through the door he wraps my arm around Kyle's shoulder, bringing him close.

"Ah Stan! Let go, you're so fucking freezing dude!" Kyle tries to push back, but he doesn't even try to hide the laughter in his voice.

"Noooo… you're too warm…" Damien moans as he nuzzles my frozen nose into the crook of Kyle's neck. With the sudden contact of icy skin Kyle gasps and thrashes around in Damien's hold.

"Hey you kinky bitches, care to make that a threesome?" A cheeky voice snickers behinds us, making Damien and Kyle freeze in their spot. "Oh don't stop because of me!" Kenny coos, battering his eyes at us expectantly.

"Fuck off Kenny" Damien groans. Great imitation right there asshole.

"Oh… so that you can be alone with Kyle and stick it?"

Damien opens his mouth to make a comeback but I tell him better. "Give up. You won't win against him with dirty talk." He shuts his mouth acceptingly.

Using that short moment of his invisibility, Kyle wiggles out of Damien's grasp and lets out an exaggerated breath.

"God Kenny just Shut. Up." He says in between each breath. Then he gives Damien a swift glance, his face red from exhaustion and embarrassment, and quickly looks away. But that short glance somehow seems to move in slow motion to me. I notice the unreadable emotion in his eyes, something deep that I can't comprehend. I don't think Damien notices it though, or at least he's doing a good job on hiding it.

I try to ignore it, and I try to get it out of my head, but the emotion in Kyle's eyes that I couldn't read doesn't seem to want to leave my mind.

"Damien." I hiss to him. "We need to talk."

"Fine. Talk to me." He answers, coolly.

"No asshole. We need to talk alone. It's important." I sense him tense in his spot. He must've noticed the seriousness in my voice. "Make sure you do it naturally."

I hear him let out an inaudible sigh then start feeling the pockets of my jeans.

"Shit." He says aloud. "I forgot my phone in my locker. You guys go ahead. I'll catch up." Damien nods at the two and runs in the opposite direction, towards the lockers. He comes to a halt once we become completely isolated.

"What is it that's so important?" He asks, leaning against the wall. I can sense him narrowing my eyes in annoyance or suspicion. I mentally sigh, slightly nervously before beginning.

"It's been nearly a week since school started." I say as starters. "And there has been no particular problems… except for the fact that you didn't know the rules to football."

"Which I know now perfectly, thank you very much." He spits. "Did you isolate me just to flatter me? Because your praising isn't that 'important' to me."

I scoff, but remember Kyle's eyes and turn cold.

"Are you sure no one is going to find out about us?" I whisper to myself. He makes a sound of confusion and I sigh. I don't really know how to put my feelings into words. I try to calm myself by listening to Damien's calm breathing and spread my thoughts out like a map to clear out what I want to say.

"Did you notice Kyle's eyes?" I ask him, finally, my voice low and firm.

"What about his eyes?" Damien answers in his bored yet piercing tone. And I come to a halt. How to explain those eyes, that's hard.

"I don't know… They just don't seem, right."

"Does he seem suspicious?" His voice suddenly turns a tone deeper, more serious.

"No, no!" I burst automatically. "It's not that, it's just… You know, I seriously don't know. And maybe that's what I'm concerned about. I couldn't read his emotions." He doesn't say anything. Waiting for me to continue, perhaps. But I don't have anything else to give him. "You know, just, watch out for him. That's all I'm saying." I finally say in defeat. Honestly, that is all that I can say now.

Damien stays still, leaning against the wall, my vision still narrowed sharply as if he's thinking.

"Kyle isn't who I would be concerned about." Damien murmurs, coming out of thought. His words catch my instant attention then drown me in confusion.

"Wh-what do you mean?" If my heart were to beat to my feelings, it would be rapidly thumping against my ribs, echoing my pulse in my head. If my lungs were to breathe with my emotions, they would be working as if I've just run a 1000 metre marathon. "Who…?" I say again. But he stays silent as if he hadn't heard my question, and glares into the atmosphere. But I know he had heard me. I know he's just considering whether to tell me or not, and that makes me even more anxious.

"Kenny." He says, he simply says. "I would be more concerned of Kenny."

"Kenny?" I blurt out, released from tension. "Why Kenny? He's just his usual perverted self! There's nothing suspecting in him." Thank god for that. For a second there I thought he was actually going to say something much more serious. "But why do you think so?" I ask just in case.

I think Damien notices the lack of seriousness and concern in his voice; he seems pissed off.

"Kenny is one of the people I spend most my time with, even more than Pip, considering the amount of times he has come to hell. He usually comes to my place when he falls."

"How does that make you so concerned about him?" I ask curiously.

"It means that he is the person who has the most interactions with me, and knows me the best, after Pip." His voice lowers again. "And he may not show it, but he has the strong ability to look through people. You would know this more than anyone. I'm simply saying that you shouldn't underestimate him."

And with that, he leans off the wall and heads down the corridor in search for my phone, leaving me in a confused daze.

…Ha- Yeah, Kenny and Kyle may get suspicious if Damien goes back casually without the phone he was supposed to get.

x

When Damien arrives at the two's side they look at us with pointed lips.

"When you said, 'Go ahead', we weren't expecting you to actually mean 'Ha ha! Freeze in the snow while I take a million years to get my phone.'"

Damien shrugs at Kenny's dramatic acting and shifts apologetic eyes to Kyle. I'm relieved that Cartman isn't here. He would've given us the shits, or maybe just leave without a second thought.

The two guys mumble in annoyance as we begin walking through the snow. For a second, my mind shifts to Damien's previous words, and as if Damien just read my thoughts, he pauses my feet.

"Are you feeling doubts now?" He asks me. I don't say anything. "Is it Kyle?" I still don't say anything. He sighs and looks up at the back of the redhead. His bag looks like it weighs way over twenty pounds and he seems to be shaking under the weight.

"Ah!" Kyle squeaks and looks back in confusion. "What the-"

"Here." My voice calls and Damien throws something to the skinny boy. It's my duffel bag. "You carry my sports bag and I'll carry this monster." Damien says as he shifts Kyle's backpack onto my back.

"Dude, no way!" Kyle jerks out his hand in attempt to steal it back, but Damien rocks back out of his reach. "Stan, it's way too heavy! Give it back!"

"No, it's way heavy for you." Damien corrects with my voice. "It's nearly half your size and you're shaking under it like a starving slave."

Kyle purses his lips. "I need the exercise." He challenges.

"It will only break your back." Damien says, then smiles, as he knows that he's won.

"Come on." Kenny interferes as Kyle tries to reply. "Just think of Stan's duffel bag as level one and your school bag as level eight of your rehabilitation."

"Are you saying I'm on level one?"

"Or somewhere along that line." Kenny shrugs and then bursts into laughter as Kyle swings my duffel bag at him.

"Fuck you."

"Don't mind if I do"

Kyle lets out and aggravated sigh and stomps his boots through the snow.

He stops when our feet finally hit the pavement, looking curiously through the window of Harbuck's.

"Dude, my shout. Hit me. What do you guys want?" Kyle turns energetically at the entrance of Harbucks, leaving the electric doors lost on whether to close or stay open.

"Oh, seriously? Awesome!" Kenny's joy is melting off his words. "Ah. Get me a large 'cino- actually make that a Venti, and a sandwich."

"You know nothing of the word 'modesty' do you Ken?"

"Not in my dictionary dude." Kenny shrugs then frowns. "No, really it isn't"

Kyle sighs, muttering something about 'Venti' not even making sense as a size name, and turns to me.

"How about you?"

"Ah… no thanks." Damien mutters. But his answer doesn't seem to satisfy Kyle.

"Dude, this is for you carrying my bitch of a bag, now order up!"

Damien chuckles subtly at the redhead's unreasonableness, but no one really notices. "Then just a small coffee thanks." He says. Kyle nods, a little disappointed, but enters the shop anyway, letting the door finally close behind him.

Kenny turns and leans against the brick wall of the shop, looking ahead into the far view waiting for the coffee and food. Damien does the same, eyeing the blond as he does. When Kenny doesn't give us a suspicious look, and when he doesn't even seem to notice Damien's gaze, Damien finally releases his tension and relaxes my body into the wall.

Waiting for a warm cup of coffee seems to make the cold twice as harsh, even though I can't feel anything I can still sense it, and Damien's caution for Kenny isn't doing anything to help me feel at ease. And when Kenny suddenly opens his mouth I feel myself jump inside while Damien does well hiding the sense of alarm.

"Is something up man?" Is what Kenny says.

"What?" Damien gulps a chunk in my throat. "What do you mean?"

"Just the way you look at Kyle... it seems- different?" Kenny cocks his head and makes his blue eyes turn a shade darker under the shadow of his pale hair. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and I'm so glad for the first time that it's Damien controlling my body and not me. I probably would have been busted ages ago if it wasn't for Damien's 'brilliant' acting.

"What is it with you guys reading each other's minds?" Damien complains at me. I don't say anything, lost in a blank, and Damien gives up on hearing anything from me.

"What? Like you don't feel the 'dreamy love' overflowing from my eyes?" The antichrist breathes a chuckle as he jokes, doing his best to hide the troubled sound behind his voice.

"Nah, not that. It's just-" Kenny sighs and leans deeper into the wall, then suddenly jerks up and digs his hand under his orange hood, messing his hair up aggravatingly. He stops and sinks his hands into his pockets as he relaxes back into the wall, letting out another sigh. "I don't know. Don't make me sound like a queer man, I don't wanna keep talking 'bout your eyes or the 'dreamy love' hiding in them." He ends with another sigh and looks away, rubbing his cheek with his shoulder.

The frustration in him seems real, there is something tearing him inside, and I finally notice why Damien feels so worried about him. I can't even seem to joke 'Ha ha, coming from the master of flirtation with all sexes' in my head. I just hope that his frustration is coming from something completely irrelevant, and not because of sensing anything different with me.

Damien stays quiet, looking into the distance provided for him to stare at. Kenny notices the shift of my gaze and follows suit, lifting his gaze from the pavement to the mountains hiding behind the snow.

God. Wouldn't Harbucks just hurry up and get their shit ready already?

Swift tapping on the pavement, I think my nervousness might have infected onto to Damien. He taps my foot on the pavement impatiently as if the time alone with Kenny is mentally challenging him.

With the sound, the two blue orbs focus back on me; I can sense it even without Damien turning to look at it. His tapping grows faster as the eyes stay on me, drilling holes into the side of my face. Goddamn it, couldn't Kenny be subtler with his observing gaze? But before the stare finally pulls Damien's plug, the blond lets out another sigh and looks away, letting Damien release the tension in my body.

"Hey dudes." A high voice sings through the air. Thank god.

"Well, Tweek certainly took his time making those friggin' coffees didn't he?" Kenny switches on his bright-yet douchey attitude as Kyle hands a small coffee to Damien.

"Um, it was actually your fucking sandwich that he took the most time on Mr. the-word-'modesty'-doesn't-exist-in-my-dictionary." Kyle pokes his tongue out, eyeing Kenny in annoyance as he turns to the blond with his 'Venti' coffee and toasted sandwich.

"Thank you honey." Kenny coos, taking the food and coffee out of Kyle's hands. Kyle grunts, trying to ignore the blonde's playful flirtatious gaze. Yeah, I don't even wish to interfere with the blonde's playing. The second I think that I feel a chill. The bright, yet deep blue orbs shift over Kyle's shoulder and look at me; look at Damien.

x

"Oh Damien, I won't worry about it that much if I were you." Pip says, sipping his carton of milk.

"I'm not worried, I'm being cautious." Damien hisses. "And I can't stand him." He tries to bite down those words but they come out darkly.

I know, but I don't say anything. He has been showing his distaste for Kenny in his attitude lately, like the guy is eating him from the inside just by being near him. I even fear Damien's attitude sometimes; he's losing his calm and even if that's only around Kenny, we can't afford that.

Loud slurping comes to a halt as Pip eyes Damien blankly. He rattles the carton and stands up, walks to the nearest bin and sits back beside Damien with empty hands, leaning against the school's brick wall.

"I know how stubborn you are and for you to say that much it must be eating you from the inside out." Hah, that's exactly what I thought. "But honestly Damien, Kenny is not psychic, and I dare say, he is not the sharpest tool in the shed either." Pip squints at his own words, feeling guilt from saying them. "Even if he knows the existence of hell, the Devil and you, I highly doubt that he will put two and two together."

Damien grunts. "You don't know Kenny McCormick." He murmurs under my breath. Pip doesn't seem to catch his words so he tilts his head in curiosity, but Damien doesn't repeat. He looks down onto the pavement with narrowed eyes and thinks, not letting me hear his thoughts. I don't like it when he does that, which is practically all the time.

The nearby door suddenly bursts open making Pip jump and Damien swing my head up to see an orange figure come out into the coldness.

"Dude, there you are! Fuck-" Kenny halts and notices the blond tensed up beside me. "Pip?"

With the call Pip swings to life, pulling his fake accent and a matching smile. "Well, good'ay to you Kenny! How are you I wonder?" He squeaks, his rapid heartbeat evident in his voice.

Kenny ignores Pip's panicked attitude and walks straight up towards me, narrowing his eyes. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He asks, trying to sound casual.

"Um, getting fresh air? Like I told you?" Damien says sarcastically, but without any venom. Kenny grunts.

"Yeah for twenty minutes." The sarcasm infects Kenny's voice as well. I knew it wasn't a good excuse.

Damien doesn't say anything. He keeps still, blank, and I even feel a little coldness in him. God, his paranoia towards Kenny is seriously showing in his attitudes. Kenny's eyes are equally as firm, but all his emotion is hidden. I don't know if that's a good sign or a bad sign, but I know that Damien doesn't like it. The antichrist begins to narrow my eyes into a glare.

"Er…" Pip stutters, trying to break the tension in the air and defend Damien after our small conversation about his suspicion towards Kenny.

"Pip, do us a favour and go away." Kenny says swiftly, not moving his eyes off Damien as he voices those emotionless words.

"Oh, okey-dokey Kenny, young sonny Jim fella me lad!" Pip calls, slight panic in his voice. He hops away, giving Damien one quick worried glance before disappearing behind the nearest entrance.

Kenny shifts his eyes over his shoulder, making sure the Brit had disappeared completely. "So… I didn't know you suddenly became best buds with Pip ol' chap." He glances back at me with sly eyes as he hisses. No humour behind his friendly naming.

"We are not 'best buds'." Damien spits with my voice. Not such a good attitude Damien…

"Oh but I did interfere you two didn't I?" The blond bats his eyes innocently, provoking Damien's bad mood, whether he's doing it deliberately or not I do not know. "I'm sorry, did I just bust you cheating on Kyle?"

Damien says nothing, but simply eyes Kenny with complete distaste. I have the urge to advise him to act nicely, but his attitude is creeping me out too, a little. My tongue is tied.

Finally after a strong glare Damien shoots up onto my feet, deciding to ignore Kenny's existence and begins to walk past him.

"Hey, wait Stan!" Kenny calls sharply and rips Damien back by my arm, flinging me around to face him. And as he does, his eyes widen, with fear and confusion, and then they slowly narrow with anger.

"I knew it..." He hisses darkly under his breath. "Damien."

My heart jolts and begins to thump aggressively in my chest, that is what I feel. Thump, thump, thump, it echoes in my ear. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

But compared to my panicking, Damien stays relatively calm, only tensing slightly. He was expecting it, he knew it, wait, was he even trying to hide it?

"How did you find out?" Damien smirks, his venom finally showing in my voice. Kenny's eyes turn to slits with rage and disgust, even hatred if it's not too strong of a word.

"You should fucking see yourself in the mirror douchebag." He growls, and then suddenly shifts his eyes, slightly shaking. "Your eyes turned red for a moment when I swang you around."

"Oh," Damien chuckles sardonically. "Clumsy me."

Kenny's eyes shoot up again, glaring into me as if wishing to shoot lasers through my face. His hands grab onto my collar and pulls me down so our eyes come barely and inch apart.

"You motherfucking son of a bitch." He whispers dangerously, breath cold on my face. "Why the fuck are you in there huh? What the fuck did you do to Stan?"

Damien eyes him dully in nuisance, twitching my eye. "He's still in here. Listening to us right now. Feeling your hand tightening the material around his neck." The latter is of course a lie, but it makes Kenny's grip weaken slightly nonetheless.

"You-" Kenny shakes, and I am actually worried that he might explode any minute. He doesn't seem to find any words to continue his sentence with and ducks his head down, his hand still gripping onto my shirt. "Why-" He just manages to rasp out.

"It was a deal." Damien says coolly. Kenny lifts his face, looking lost and confused. No more passion in his expression.

"What deal?" He says almost desperately.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that." Damien says, my voice still cool. "It's confidential."

Kenny looks at me hopelessly, and then lets his head drop again, his blond hair working as a curtain over his eyes.

"It's Kyle isn't it?" He whispers and lets his fingers untangle themselves out of my shirt. "Fuck…" He breathes uneasily. His hand slides down beside him and he turns silently, dozed off into his own world as he begins to walk away.

"Don't tell Kyle." Damien growls with my voice, darkly at the slouched back of the hooded guy. But Kenny simply shakes his hand in the air weakly, dismissing Damien's words.

"Don't worry about me Dee, I won't say a thing." His hand falls back to his side. "He will find out soon enough anyway."

Damien twitches. "What do you mean?" He asks quietly.

Kenny pauses and looks above his shoulder at us, then sighs and turns completely. "Kyle may be an oblivious stubborn bastard but he loves Stan. You would be a complete retard to think that he won't find out. Even if he may have forgotten your existence, he will still notice if there's something wrong with Stan."

Beside me, I sense my hand clench into a fist, but Kenny doesn't notice it, and I don't think that I'm supposed to either. Damien doesn't say anything, but simply glares at the blond with my eyes narrowed into slits.

"We should go back now before anyone else gets suspicious." The devil says, dangerously low.

Kenny smirks sarcastically. "Yeah. Don't want anyone else knowing about you or suspecting that we're secretly banging each other." Kenny turns and heads towards the door as Damien gets onto my feet. "I'd advise you to do better acting than what you were pulling on around me. You'd might as well just go right ahead and tell him that you're actually the antichrist possessing Stan's body."

"I know." Damien squeezes through gritted teeth as he follows Kenny's path.

"Oh yeah. And let me tell you one last thing." The blond stops his feet one last time, the air around him dropping a few degrees. "Don't you dare take Stan's body as an advantage to do anything funny to Kyle" His voice is dark and threatening, something cold that I've never heard in his voice before. But Damien only smirks at his menacing tone.

"…And what would you do if I did?" He challenges.

Kenny turns and slits his lips into a smile, his blue eyes dangerously piercing. "I will stick a vacuum cleaner in that mouth and suck you right out of him." After that he slides his feet through the door, disappearing into the school.

Damien stares at the door slumming shut behind Kenny. The burning tension in the air has instantly disappeared and is now turned into a cold and piercing silence.

"I'll keep that in mind." The antichrist murmurs in a playful tone and licks my lips dangerously.


A.N- Thanks for reading! South Park begins today isn't that party-worthy? This story may be shorter than I expected, which would be good because I'm aching to start this one story I have.

Thanks again! Please review~