So this is Chapter number two. Hope everyone enjoys it.

Man I'm so pissed. I spent like six hours just looking up pics (114 in total) that I thought suited the song 'Bang' by Armchair Cynics for a SasuNaru amv (my first attempt) and I accidentally deleted them. . .

I used to play poker when I was a kid. That and rummy-five-hundred. But admittedly, I cannot remember how to play either, so I had to look up stuff about the game. Sorry if the terms used to describe hands of cards are off.

I do NOT own South Park; I just like fucking with the characters

Dealings of Death and Fate

Chapter 1: Straight Flushed

". . . Straight Flush. . ."

"Godamnit!"

Stan and Kyle groaned as they flung their cards down onto the desk whilst Cartman mumbled "dirty, fucking, cheating. po'boy." under his breath. All four of them were currently in Ms. (or was it Mr.?) Garrison's Grade 11, English class, and were rather successfully ignoring their assigned homework; the reading of chapters 6 and 7 of The Catcher in the Rye. Not that Ms. Garrison was making it difficult; she was currently drooling all over her desk in slumber.

"You guys still going to the movies tonight? Kenny asked, he had originally declined the offer but was now having second thoughts. He had just won forty-seven dollars after all.

"Yeah, but we can't decide on what movie," Kyle said as he shuffled and dealt the deck of cards they were playing with, which were obviously Kenny's–each card had a different picture of nude women on it. Each one in a different pose.

"The dirty Jew wants to see 'The Gay-Ass Case of Buttons'. But I think we should see something that doesn't suck balls

"You thought?! Wow Cartman, let me call your mom and tell her the great news! Oh wait; she's probably too busy spreading her legs to care."

"Aye! Don't talk about my mother!" At the front of the classroom Ms. Garrison mumbled something and shifted, abruptly causing the entire class to freeze. Everyone was holding their breath while glaring at Kyle and Cartman for their outburst.

"Were probably going to go see 'The day the Earth Stood still' as a compromise," Stan said when it was deemed safe before he motioned for Kyle to give up the ace-of-hearts he held; they had moved on from poker to go-fish.

". . . I think I'll probably stick with my plans with Bebe."

"Manwhore," Kyle commented, while grinning.

Kenny grinned back. "And proud of it."

"One of these days you're going to get something you know." Kenny glared at Stan.

"I swear to fuck, if you just jinxed me, I will personally rip your balls off and staple them to your eyelids. Besides, if I do, I'll just throw myself in front of a bus. Disease solved."

". . . Lovely cure . . . ," Kyle said, clearly not liking Kenny's solution.

"Yeah well. . ." The death challenged boy trailed off, suddenly much more interested in the figure that had abruptly slammed open the door and entered. Butters Stotch was late. Hot diggidy! The apocalypse was nye. The nervous boy was fidgeting with a scarf that was wrapped around his neck multiple times—Kenny couldn't even see half of his face—and was harshly panting. Obviously the delicate looking boy had run to school.

"Uh, sorry I'm late . . ." Ms. Garrison, who had woken when the door had hit the cement wall, blearily looking at Butters (who was still standing at the door) before blinking a few times and peeling the pieces of paper her drool had glued to her face, which soon blossomed a look of annoyance.

"And why is it that you're late, Mr. Stotch?"

"Uh, well shucks Ms. Garrison, I missed the bus."

"And why is it, that you are so inept that you missed the bus, while the rest of the class are capable of doing such an easy task?" Ms. Garrison had hit some sort of mental metapause a few weeks back. She had become a complete bitch ever since.

"Um, well. . . shucks Ms. Garris—" the flustered blond looked like he was about to cry.

"Just sit down Butters. You're interrupting the rest of the class's work." Mr. Garrison was right, the entire class had stopped what they were doing and were now fixated on the trembling figure at the doorway, well, if by 'work' she meant conversations and card games. The stares continued until Butter sat down across the room from Kenny. Face red from embarassment.

Ms. Garrison, now feeling that she had filled her bitch-quota for a day, attempted to go back to sleep. Ten minutes later, the class was back to screwing off whilst their teacher slept.

Kenny looked over at the moping boy across the room, and grinned. He knew what he was doing tonight. Standing up, Kenny loomed over his classmates. Years of not being able to afford to eat had not stunted his growth; he has six-foot-one. His eating habit had affected his girth though; Kenny was sharp and lean, his skin drawn sharp against the tight muscles he had developed working on cars and doing extracurricular activities. All in all, as Kenny weaved his way through desks and made his way to Butters, he looked very much like a predator stalking his prey, not that that was too far off; Butters looked good enough to eat.

The years, like they had to Kenny, had been good to Butters. He wasn't too short, a mere five-foot-four compared to Kenny, his hair was short, still slightly longer in the front. His eyes big and a light blue, looking like pools of water on his alabaster skin. As far as Kenny was concerned, he looked like an angel. The only reason why he was still single or someone like Kenny hadn't come along and caught him was because a) he was still terribly naive, making him terrible boyfriend material, and b) he was still terribly naive, making him terrible fuckbuddy material (and he had morals, or something like that). Not that Kenny hadn't tried. Kenny had been hitting on the feminine looking boy since Grade 8. It had become almost like a hobby to Kenny to try and get him flustered and blushing, not that was hard.

"Hey babe, " Kenny said as he leaned his hip against Butters desk, causing the slightly younger boy to look up at him questioningly, his bottom lip still stuck out in a pout, and his face still flushed and covered with the scarf.

"Hey Kenny. . ." Looked like the boy had learned something after all; Butters was looking at him warily.

"So, you missed your bus?" When dealing with a species such as Butters, one must lure them into a very false sense of security before swooping.

"Yeah. . ."

"Sleep in or something?"

". . . My alarm clock didn't go off. . ." Kenny narrowed his eyes; Butters had carefully chosen his words. Why would he need to do that? Weird.

". . .So you doing anything tonight?" Kenny said as he brushed some of his (rather shaggy) dirty blond hair out of his eyes, since he had stopped wearing his hood drawn tight around his head like protective head gear ('cause from what Kenny had been through, it couldn't protect shit, so what was the point?) his hair and voice were free to be heard and seen.

"Well . . . , I have a history assignment due for tomorrow, but I'm almost done it, so no. Not really." The similarities between Kenny and Butters could be counted on one hand, that included their hair and eye color, and the fact that both of them excelled at history.

"Well want to come to my house? We could play together." Butters, who had lost his wary look, now had it back full force.

"Well shucks Kenny, but no, no I don't." Jeez, Butters had just shot him done and run over him with a bus.

"Well, then I might be going to a movie with the guys," he motioned towards the three guys that were even in his peripheral vision were obviously watching himself and Butters. He was willing to go to the movies if he could manage to swindle Butters back to his house afterwards.

"Well. . . No, I don't think I can, my mom grounded me from the movies when she had found out what movie we went to last time." Kenny had to grin at that, the last time he had dragged Butters to the movies it was to see some gore-flick. Kenny had spent the entire movie enjoying the fact Butters was literally in his lap, attempting to hide his face in Kenny's neck. His grin disappeared though when he realized that Butters had once again refused his offer.

"You sure Butters?" Kenny asked again, "it will be fun."

"Yeah, but maybe next time Kenny," said Butters as the bell range for break and the feminine looking boy hastily got up and made his way to his next class. Kenny was left feeling an awful lot like he had been turned down nicely.

"Don't worry tiger, you'll get'im next time," Kyle said as he appeared next to Kenny, his face was pulled taught in a grin and his eyes were shining with laughter.

End

'Tis done.

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