Authors Note: I have made this for one of my favourite, great and fantastic South Park artist, AzngirlLH and for all the Style and K2 fans out there. I got inspired when I saw a picture of Kyle dressed up as Red Riding Hood and the others who are fighting over who should be the wolf that takes...I mean, eats
Please review and give me a few tips to improve on my writing please, I would be very grateful if you guys did.=)
Thank you for reading my note!^^
Also for warnings, this is Yaoi which means BoyxBoy but don't worry they are in their much older teens in this story (like 16, 17, 18, whatever suits you).
There could possibly be sexual harassment and ALMOST rape in the later chapters (if I continue).
There could also be a slight OOC in the later chapters as well, just to warn you but I'm not that sure.
Summery (FULL)
Kyle is on his way to see his stubborn, feisty, annoying and vodka loving grandmother that is poorly sick and who lives in the forest outside his home town. On his journey he meets a sly and overweighted Wolf, a perverted Cougar and a nice, kind and HOT Rookie Ranger.
Disclaimer
I do not own the characters of South Park that is created and owned by the masterminds of it all, Matt Stone n' Trey Parker.
I also do not own "Little Red Riding Hood".
I did not make this for profit but only for entertainment.
Chapter 1 – Kyle The Unfortunate
Kyle didn't like visiting his grandma Mara.
She always nag about how he looks not like how a proper 16-year-old young man should look in her view. Although she does complain about how skinny he is, how there isn't enough meat on him to build some muscles but it was mostly about his slightly shoulder length, curly auburn hair that makes her complain and nag more about and to him. She still keeps yapping to his father and her only other young son that he should make him get a hair cut to make him have a more masculine look instead of some hippie or girls hairdo.
It is starting to annoy his father and especially his mother, who usual would not tolerate of being told how to look after and tell her own son what to do by another person.
Also she used to brag about why he doesn't have that much sport hobbies or grades in school for it, but instead has more grades of Maths, Science and every one subject and his interests that involves of using your brain and knowledge more than using your brawn and body. She always said that he should get a more manly and useful job like farming for her example (she was obviously in her old way and point view of what genders should do for their jobs and lives exactly how she was brought up). However he does material arts and self-defence classes which does help him calm down his anger. For another advantage, that's only one of the things that his grandma was slightly happy about.
She just annoys him that much. Sometimes he just wishes that she was the one dead instead of his lovely, kind-hearted, supportive and gentle grandmother Cleo. As much as it does sound horrible but its just the way he feels about her most of the time.
Them two did get along fine when he was younger and before he hit puberty.
She was still nice to him when she wasn't in one of her grouchy and miserable moods that mostly set her off about her views on Kyle and his personnel life. Now she's starting to accept about his choices for his careers and jobs in the near future. However she is still on about his hair, appearance and body that also still does heat up his temper.
Unfortunately, he has to go see her because she was very sick. His father and (surprisingly) his mother were worried about her and asked him if he could just drop by and deliver the goods, medicine and her favourite drink that she demanded on the phone to his dad, Smirnoff Vodka.
Great, just great... He thought to himself back then.
It wasn't the idea of seeing her that does put him off slightly, it was the idea of walking through the woods what really put him off. Since there were a lot of news reports recently about hikers gone missing and a blood thirsty and savage wolf that escaped from South Park Animal Control just outside his home town.
Why? Just why did his grandmother had to be sick at a time like this.
But there was a bit of luck that did lifted up his spirits (slightly). His mother lets him burrow her car to see his grandmother, which was great for him then that he didn't need to walk through the woods.
He was glad and happy about that.
But you know what the really worst part is... He's lost in the middle of the huge forest and is far away from civilisation with a car that, unfortunately broke down because of his stupid and forgetful dad who had completely forgot to go to the mechanics to get the cylinders of the engine seeing to.
"Fantastic...This is just fucking fantastic!" He said very loudly to himself. He already tried his mobile phone but it was out of signal and low in battery again. Why does he always have to forget to charge his phone, even his little 10-year-old Canadian brother, Ike told him off to put it on charge before he went to bed.
He kicked one of the front wheels of his mothers small, old red car in frustration and annoyance. He sat on the bonnet of the vehicle and hunched over covering his face with his already numb and exposed fair skinned hands.
Now what is he going to do.
He is already 7 or 8 miles in the woodland completely lost, so the only option he can think of is to walk to his grandma's, use her telephone and call his parents to tell them what has happened. Luckily he was only 2 miles and-a-half away from his grandmothers place, which only took an hour and 25 minutes if he remembered which path is the short-cut that he used to take when he was a child.
"Yeah, that's what I'll do." He said assuringly to himself. He shivered and remembered how cold it was, even though it was at the end of Spring but in the mountains it was mostly cold no matter if it was the beginning of the Hot Season. Being in his t-shirt is not a good idea to be standing around in.
He quickly opened the back door and got out the Irish green sleeved and orange cardigan that his aunty gave to him at Hanukkah.
But he knew it wasn't warm enough. He needed another piece of clothing that could at least be thick enough to keep him warm.
That's when he saw it.
The blood red cloak that was made of fine-woven brushed wool. The hood was lined in velvet that was a darker shade of red, and the clasp was a solid golden star of David with a small emerald that glimmers and matches his eyes set in the centre. The cloak was from his grandmother Cleo who gave and passed on to his mother when she was around the same age as him.
He thought his mother lost it or gave it to some charity shop for she was far to big to wear it now, although when she was a bit more slimmer when she was younger and then started to have problems of losing weight after giving birth to Kyle, but however the cloak amazingly fitted her all the same.
But unfortunately, she was starting to gain a bit more weight since she was slowly losing to age that caused her to have a few joint problems that meant she wasn't able to move around as much as before. It was obvious that she was far too big for it now.
Kyle was so pleased that he found it and quickly put it on and run his hands up and down the still soft material of the well kept and beautiful red cloak. Then he went to the passengers door and picked up the large wooden pick-nick basket with a red check cloth covering over the goods and medicine in it.
Then he looked down himself and he sort of felt pretty wearing the lovely red cloak. He also thought he looked like some female character off some Fairy Tale story with some creature in it what his grandmother Cleo and his mother told to him when he was very young. Ah, oh well he wasn't the type who wasn't into that much of Fairy Tale stories that he doesn't bother to remember and do with anyway.
He then looked up to the sky which the sun was now in its highest. Kyle knew he had better get going, or he might end up in the darkness lost in the woods that unnerved him.
So he checked if he has everything he needed, took out a piece of paper and written down a message to any passer-bys that could be curious of who left their car there, then finally locked his mothers car and put the keys in his jean pocket.
He moved on to the thin forest made, dirt track and set off onwards to his grandma Mara's cottage...
That he was so dreading.
So, how did I do?
Should I continue or do another story?
~Jos
EDIT: I have sorted out all the spelling mistakes and some of the missing words, thank you tazzr.! ^3^