~My Own Darkness - A Style Fanfiction by I, Cesar-sama (The Yaoi Surgeon)~
Warning: This is a fanfiction of Stan and Kyle from Trey Parker and Matt Stone's South Park. A YAOI one. If you don't like yaoi/shounen-ai, git the hell out, now. I MEAN IT!! Also, Kyle is going to be the seme (the aggressor), so if you are one of the 99.99% of Style lovers that prefers Kyle as the uke, bear with it. You may even say how you wished that Stan was the seme instead, just no bashing, please. I WILL ABSOLUTELY NOT ALLOW ANY FORM OF FLAMING/BASHING. IF YOU HATE STYLE BECAUSE YOU WANT STAN TO BE WITH WENDY, KYLE TO BE WITH CARTMAN OR BEBE, OR WHATEVER THE REASON MAY BE, I REALLY DON'T CARE FOR OR NEED YOUR OPINION.
Chapter 1
"Stanley, wake up! It's time to go to school!" Mrs. Marsh hollered out to her lazy 16-year-old so.
"But Mom, school is sooo boooring!" Stan yelled in response.
"NOW!!" Sharon threw a green hardcover, ancient-looking copy of William Golding's Lord of the Flies at him.
"OUCH!! Okay, okay already..." Stan managed to move his slow butt out of bed.
It's just another day of dull school... Stan thought as he walked to his bus stop. When he got there, for some reason, his right hand began to itch a little.
"Hey, guys," Stan said to his friends Kyle, Cartman, Kenny, and Butters as he scratched his right hand.
"Dude, what's wrong with your hand?" Kyle seized Stan's right hand.
"K-Kyle!" Stan tried to shake Kyle off.
"Look at the hot new couple!" Cartman teased the two friends as he did during the Blainiacs fiasco eight years ago.
"Kyle, let go!" Stan finally broke free of the Jewish boy's grasp.
"Sorry, man!" Kyle put his hands in the air, as if to show he was innocent, "As your best friends, I'm just worried, you know?"
When the boys finally arrived at the school, all they had now was the tedium of their 1st period Algebra 2 Honors teacher, Ms. Choksondik, the sister of a certain teacher who passed on eight years earlier. She was also twenty times prettier that her older sister. She came in and said, "All right, class, today we are going to- ...Mr. Marsh, what are you doing?"
"My right hand really itches, Ms. Choksondik!" Stan complained, "It's starting to have a red mark!"
It was true: there was now a huge red rash on Stan's hand due to all of the scratching.
"Do you need to go to the nurse's office?" The teacher put her hands to her hips.
"By all means, please!" Stan bolted for Nurse Gollum's office immediately.
When at the office, Stan held up his hands in panic.
"Nurse Gollum!" he hollered.
"Oh, Stanley, what seems to be the matter?" The nurse's dead fetus attached to her head moved slightly as she spoke. She moved from her old elementary school to the high school.
"There's a huge rash on my right hand," Stan spoke almost impatiently, wanting nothing more and nothing less than for the nurse to heal him.
"Let me see, Stanley," Nurse Gollum beckoned for the 16-year-old boy to come over, looking at his right hand, "Why, it's just a simple rash! I'll just put some hydrocortisone and a bandage on it, and it will heal after about two or three weeks. Sound good?"
"Okay..." Stan had little else to say as Nurse Gollum did as she said and he left for class.