A/N: This was a small request I got from a friend on Deviantart. And adjkgdhghsj...it's CartmanKyle. The hell? I feel like I'm cheating on all that's K2 and Style...forgive me, Kenny and Stan. Well actually this isn't really CartmanKyle, it's more of undertones. I dunno. The opening is pretty much Cartman's thoughts, the rest is a regular point of view. Enjoy though! I don't own South Park.
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There so many things Jew can't do. Too many to list, really...but just let me name of a few so you can get an idea.
Jews can't play sports.
Jews can't dance or hold a rythem.
Jews can't keep a damn secret, but mostly...
Jews can't cry. No. They can't.
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The riot had gone completely out of hand. Both Cartman and Kyle found themselves in the middle of it. Kyle trembled as he leaned against a building side, the only light was from two lanterns that survied the roiting people. His cloths were torn along with his hat, his face was cut up and bruised, from trying to avoid the angry people the best he could. Carman's shape was no better. The larger boy blinked when he heard a soft noise that wasn't the distance sound of shouting or glass shattering...it was crying. He looked over to the side. It was Kyle. Kyle was crying. Cartman frowned. 'What the hell is this?' he thought sourly. He took a few steps to where he would be standing in front of Kyle and kept quiet waiting for Kyle to notice him, when Kyle kept his head down, still crying, Cartman reached out and gripped Kyle's burised face in his own cut up hands and forced the redhead to look up at him, sneering at the sight of those tears spilling from Kyle's green eyes.
"Enough." The large boy ordered.
Kyle choked out, he sniffed loudly and shook his head. "Wh-What...?" he got out. His voice was raspy from all the crying he had done.
"Stop that god-damned crying." Cartman said shaking Kyle a bit. "Jews can't cry! So stop crying!"
Kyle could only stare at Cartman in disbelief. Narrowing his eyes slightly "Car-Cartman..." he started but paused when he felt the corners of his eyes being rubbed slightly and the tears pushed away. Cartman frowned keeping his eyes locked on with Kyle's. Kyle swallowed and shook slightly trying to hold back the rest of his tears. "What...do you care, Cartman?" he asked lowly, trying to lower his head, but Cartman's hands kept him there, so instead he closed his eyes, anything to break eye contact with his enemy.
"I don't." Cartman replied shortly. "I'm just sick of your crying...and everyone knows Jews can't cry." he said, and if Kyle listened carefully enough, he could hear a softness in Cartman's voice.
Kyle opened his eyes again looked to Cartman quietly. They both didn't speak. There was no need to. Cartman's hands finally fell away from the redhead's face, backing up as he kept his eyes on Kyle before he turned and walked away. Kyle lifted his hands and rubbed his eyes clean of the rest of his tears before following after him, away from the disaster.
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A/N: http:/ / farende. / art / Jews- can-t - cry -121095419 That's the picture this story was based from. Sorry for a lack of a back story and what not, it's just a simple, super short one-shot written for this picture, even the artist didn't have a back story. Hur, so I winged it. Anyway! Leave me your thoughts!