Pairing: Kyle/Christophe
Rating: Eh, I dunno. It's got like nothing bad in it...Um...XD
Summary: Kyle mourns the loss of someone he hardly knew [drabble fic]
Kyle sat at the pond, eyes downcast. He had just gotten back from the cemetery, from searching, yet again for something that wasn't there. This time every year he would make the trek alone, searching for the name of a long forgotten boy, who had died helping him and his friends.
The incident could solely be blamed on Cartman. It was after all, the fatass who had fucked up royally. He hadn't turned the alarm off. In reality it was the fault of all of them. They had all played a part in the death of Christophe, the Mole.
All of them had gone to watch the movie. They had all made their parents upset...but it was Kyle's mom who declared war, and Cartman's idiocy that let loose the dogs.
Even though he couldn't find a grave stone, a final resting place, Kyle knew the boy was dead. He had to be. Kyle had held him in his arms as the last breath slipped from his nicotine tattered lungs. It was Kyle who stared into his eyes, watched the life leave them as the acceptance just entered.
And it was Kyle who stood by a familiar tree, knife in hand as he carved another notch into the sturdy bark. It was Kyle who knelt and said a silent prayer, hoping that wherever the Mole happened to be, he was happy.
It was only Kyle who cared.
Yeah short I know. I dunno, I kinda like it ^^ I had fun writing it, that's for sure. It was just a little drabble that popped into my mind. Anyway, enjoy.