A/N: This is a sweet random moment between Kyle and Ike that came to me completely out of the blue. And no, it isn't incest, just sibling fluff (you people are such pervs).
Disclaimer: don't own any of these characters, they belong to Matt and Trey.
Enjoy.
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Ike Broflovski walked down the sidewalk of his neighborhood after a rather long day of school, the mountain air blowing against his face and his teeth chattering due to the coldness of the winter afternoon.
He wiped his nose on the sleeve of his jacket before shoving his hands in his pockets, his feet all but shuffling the white blanket covering the ground beneath him. He still remembered the hateful words of his classmates as he marched to his home. Why did he have to be so different from everybody else? Why did he have to be the only Jew Canadian in town? Or more importantly, why did people feel the need to belittle someone because they're different?
He climbed up the steps to the porch of his house and fiddled with his keys to open the front door, his boots staining the floor with snow. Much to his relief, only Kyle was home. His parents must still be working, he figured. He closed the door and took off his boots and scarf, attracting his brother's attention from the book he was reading as he sat on the couch cross-legged.
"Hey, bud, how was school?" asked the ginger teenager, taking off his reading glasses and placing his book on the coffee table. He always stopped what he was doing whenever Ike wanted to talk; since their parents didn't really have time for them anymore, Kyle felt like he had to be there for his little brother whenever he needed, and now was certainly one of those times.
"Stupid." Ike replied simply, walking over to the couch and plopping down beside Kyle, who frowned slightly at his answer.
"What happened?"
"People hate me, Kyle."
"That's not true-"
"Yes, it is, Kyle." Ike rubbed his temples in mild frustration. "People hate Jews and Canadians. It isn't easy when you're both."
Kyle bit his lip before wrapping an arm around his little brother's shoulders. "Don't think like that, Ike. Not everyone hates you."
Ike scoffed. "Easy for you to say; you're Mr. Popular in person."
Kyle rolled his eyes. "That's Stan, and you've got friends too -"
"Yeah, Fillmore. Everyone else just thinks I'm weird." Ike let out a long sigh. "Why are we different, Kyle? Why can't we be like everyone else?"
Kyle raised his eyes to stare at the ceiling in deep thought. "I'm glad we're different, you know?"
Ike raised an eyebrow and looked at him like he was crazy. "Huh? Why? Cartman is always picking on you for being different."
"Yeah, but that aside, I think the world would be a pretty boring place if we were all the same." Kyle replied matter-of-factly, looking at Ike with determination in his emerald eyes. "Ike, you should be proud of being different. It's what defines you as an individual. You have qualities no one else has, and that's something you should value. It's just like that old phrase says, 'You laugh at me because I'm different, I laugh at you because you're all the same'."
Ike let out a chuckle, realizing that, as usual, his big brother was right. "Yeah, you're right, bro. People may call me a Flapping-Headed Jew, but I'm proud of who I am."
Kyle smiled widely at that. "That's the spirit! Don't let anybody tear you down!" he said and clapped Ike on the back amicably. The Canadian boy smiled at him gratefully; no matter what, Kyle could always make him feel better.
"Thanks, bro. You always know what to say."
"Don't mention it." Kyle said, dismissively. "It's what big brothers do, right?"
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A/N: And that's it, hope you enjoyed this completely random one-shot. Peace out, dudes.
