Hello, KymanFanFic here. This is another story that i probably wont finish but i plan to make this one "huge." So i hope you enjoy! Also I want to thank Diary-Holder-Gabby for that wonderful story she's writing. Continue reading.

CLICK.

Kyle: "I don't know who wants to kill me officer, I swear!"

Officer: "Calm down Kyle. Was there anybody who seemed to hate you or anything you did?"

Kyle: "Maybe Cartman, but he was my boyfriend so he wouldn't even think of hurting me."

Officer: "What exactly did Cartman do?"

Kyle: "He was mad at me, because I told Stan that I was with him. Stan didn't like the idea that I was with Cartman."

Officer: "Why did Stan hate the idea that you two were dating?"

Kyle: "I don't know how to answer that one sir. Can I have some water?"

CLICK.

Sweat was rolling down my forehead, just the sound of Kyle's voice was so heartwarming, but the words he said were-

"Stan?" My whole body jolted up, "Was this true?" he said holding up the recorder.

"I didn't hate the idea that they were together. It is just weird when your best friend is dating their enemy."

"What do you mean by enemy?"

"Back when we were kids, I always used to see them fighting with each other. I never thought that they would be going out one day."

"What kind of fighting was this?"

"Emotional. They used harsh words and all."

"What kind of words?"

"Well Cartman would call Kyle 'stupid' or 'big nose' and Kyle would call Cartman 'fat ass' or something similar." I laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"Things never get old, even when that person is dead."

2 years later

It has been 2 years since Kyle has died, but the thought still gets to me. What could I have done to help this? I mean someone murdered him! I can't take any more of this. One more thing about said about Kyle and I'm going to kill myself.

Knock. Knock.

"Mehm! Go answer the door!" God I swear, if she's fucking another gu-

"Eric, sweetie, someone is here for you."

I groan. What the hell is someone visiting me for! I walk down the stairs, with my mind pulsing with endless thinking.

"Mehm, what do you mean someone is visiting me?" She points over at the door with a worried look. My stomach starts to twist.

"Eric Cartman, you have been reported as the murder of Kyle Broflovski."

Those words hit me. "What the fuck- someone reported me as the killer of Kahl." My hands started to shake and my eyes were just an endless waterfall. They started to chain my hands, "I AM NOT THE KILLER OF KYLE BROFLOVSKI!"

"Well, let's take a look at your report: Kyle said you were the boyfriend of him, but on the night he asked you out, you rejected him."

I whispered, 'but no one was there…' my heart ached. 'my kahl'

Both the detectives looked at each other in confusion, "You have also been report of the murder of your half-father and your half-brother's mother. You've killed 3 people and committed various crime acts. Your time in prison is set to lifetime, no bail."

I held my head down letting them arrest me. I was walked to their car. I could hear tons of reporters asking a lot of questions. I could also hear Shelia yelling "You bastard! You killed my son!" I let down tons of people, and Kyle, but I did not kill him.

"uh, Cartman? Would you like t-to go ou-t with me?"

"kahl, I am sorry, I can't."

"Well at least I got that out of my mind, anyways I just came here to tell you that."

"Kyle?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For doing something I couldn't do for a long time."

"Cartman?"

"Yes, I will go out with you."

I said yes! Kyle, I still keep that promise. I will find your murderer. I will bring you justice!