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Title: Number Twenty-Three: Cat

Summary: Kenny comes back to life and isn't in his own room. KennyTweek

Warnings: Yaoi PWP (Kinda)OOC

Couple: KennyTweek

Written By: Shino

Inspired By: dsjfkec

Comments: saed;.32e-08vs

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Number Twenty-Three: Cat

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When Kenny's mind hazily reentered the world of the living he couldn't feel his limbs to well. So, like always, he stretched them as far as he could while laying on his belly, and curled his fingers and toes into the sheets, well, at least he thinks he curled them into the sheets. He couldn't quite feel them yet. He rotated his shoulders, still stretched out, and a soft mewl-like noise escaped him. Yawning hugely, Kenny relaxed his body, and lay boneless for a moment. Then, like clock-work, he wiggled each finger and each toe, when he counted twenty altogether, he smiled, nothing seems to be missing. Oh, wait; he lazily drew a hand to his side then under him. Yep, everything was accounted for. He licked his lips before slowly pulling himself into a sitting position on his knees. Coughing slightly, he blinked at the ever clearing view before him, just to frown. This isn't his room. It smells clean. And the sheets, they're not a dirty, blood-splattered orange. They're a nice crisp light blue. Hmmm. Kenny looked around, hearing a small noise and spotted something.

There, in the corner, not twenty feet away, was his favorite twitching blond. Something was wrong though. He wasn't twitching. He was completely still, like he was petrified.

"Tweek?" Kenny asked in a husky dry voice, head tilting to the side. Swallowing, he tried again. "What's wrong Tweekers?"

"Y- you were. . . . Dead?"

Kenny chuckled, a hand raising and running through his hair. "Yeah, well, I guess your not used to that are you?" Kenny bit his lip and smiled, hand still on top of his head.

Tweek didn't move at first, he stood as close to the wall as he could, but then, he launched himself at the other and forced him back, hugging him around the waist.

"Whoa!" Kenny cried, falling back, his own arms automatically going around the other's shoulders. His smile widened when he felt the teen's shoulder's sporadically convulsing under his hands. "So, how did I die?" It was said in a friendly tone, he truly was curious.

"W- well, last night you suddenly, ack. Uh, coughed up blood and feel down." Tweek nuzzled his face against Kenny's bare chest. "Oh, God! I- I thought that you only passed- passed out so I cleaned up the mess and laid you in bed." Tweek looked up, worrying his lip. "But, ah, when you didn't, uh, wake up this morning. . . I- I knew something bad had happened. Augh. I was going to tell my parents right now."

Kenny patted Tweek's back reassuringly. "Well, just know that if I ever die. I'll always come back to you, okay?" Kenny leaned down and kissed Tweek. "I'm like a cat, only I'll always have one more life then I'll ever need."

Tweek's eyes darted around for a moment. "I'm glad you do."

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Stupid, yes I know. But I REALLLYYY wanted to write that first paragraph. :D

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