Pairing: ChristophexGregory one-side
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Trey Parker and Matt Stone
Warnings: Slash, sadness, and disconnected sentences
Rated: Child-friendly
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Funny, how things chance. He know him for a long time. Maybe even a bit longer then that. He wouldn't call it friendship but there was always a special... connection between them.
First only on a professional way. Then in a how-things-should-be done way.
Also if he and Gregory never had the same goals. Gregory was a dreamer. A stupid idealistic dreamer. Somebody who sees the world like it was. Cruel and homicidal. But just couldn't deal with it. Not like the Mole who understood that there was just no other way. Eat or be eaten. Darwin was very right about this. You're either the hunter or the prey. Mole understood this. And like him Gregory was born as a hunter. Smart and strong. Smart enough to know why to kill and strong enough to do it. But the problem with Gregory was he started getting pities. He started getting merciful. The first rule for a hunter was to never show mercy. Mercy leads to weakness. And if you're starting to get weak you one day will be the prey. Trapped and waiting, eyes-wides for your death. Christophe don't plan on dying like that. But Gregory sure would, if he insisted on his stupid plan to make the world a better place.
But also if he despise Gregory for his way of thinking and denying the pattern and rules of the world he still couldn't bring himself to hate him. He could loathe, he could sneer on every of his ridiculous goals but hate was a feeling to much and mighty to describe their relationship. People always seem to mistake hating for the opposite of loving. of liking. The truth was to hate somebody you first have to except something of them. Make high prospects, tell yourself the other would be always there loving and caring like in a cheap romance. How bigger your expections, how bigger you'll hate when you find them crushed on the floor, broken like glass.
The Mole didn't except anything from Christophe, then his payment and a warning when there where watchdogs. And Gregory never failed this expectations. So the most powerful felling Christophe ever had for him was loathing and anger.
The first time he ever felt something other then that was when he saw him with that girl.
She didn't look bad. Black hair, purple cap and coat, nice figure. Like he could see from the distant a nice smile, she flashed at the moment at Gregory.
First he was amused. He didn't thought Gregory would fall for the nice-girl-next door type. He always considered him having the same expectations in girls he have in live. A chance to fight and break some rules to make things better. She seems a bit to easy for him. Easy to get, even easier to break. And already to perfect for do-gooder like Gregory.
He shrugged it of. Gregory's choose.
The next time it also was that girl.
The mole was on his way to Gregory's house. Not whistling but still energetic.
Mission time. The night then always smells a bite like earth. Earth mixed with old-dried blood and the stunning sensation of bruises and scratches all over his body. Old scars tingling like electric shocks and waking the hunter part of him. Reaching Gregory's house he hoped he'd get to kill somebody that night. He opened the door.
Considering Gregory still living at his parents home and visits of friends late at night might make them suspicious, he decided one day to get Christophe his own key. It made things a lot of easier.
Also a bit awakened between them. Neither of them know if this was just a deepening of their working relationship or a try to create a fragile and odd friendship. Not mentioning it anymore Christophe show his point of view on the subject.
Still he was thankful for the key. It shows a bit of trust even it was only business. Gregory trusting him not to come and murder him in sleep and Christophe trusting Gregory not sending him directly in a trap.
He sneaked to Gregorys room. ''Yeah, Wendy. Sure I'll be there tomorrow....Yes, I like you to.'' Phoning. Wendy? Must be the girl. Getting a bit curios, he came closer to the door. Gregory sat on his bed the phone in his hand and smiled. Christophe frowned. He seems happy. Really happy. Not that plans-worked-out kind of happiness, but the real kind. The one that makes you shaky and warm inside and mistrustful, cause is just a bit to good to be true. Well is seem true for Gregory.
He wasn't jealous. Just ... envious. Slightly different felling. Slightly.
Still he felt embarrassing for having it. He didn't thought he'd someday envy somebody for a feeling. Especially for such a stupid and useless one like love. Well he also didn't thought it could make people so happy.
And so stupid giggling about some joke he didn't heart, like Gregory did a the moment
The last time it was that girl.
And the last time it was also the first time he first noticed things had changed. They weren't friends, but they also weren't just partners in crime. He don't know why but in someway Gregory must have failed a expectations he didn't know he had. Because, hate was still something you only fell if someone did something you didn't think he would. And Gregory didn't do anything wrong, right? He paid him. He warned him if there were more dangers then dogs, like guns or alarms system. Kissing that girl, Wendy, wasn't something he wasn't allowed to do.
Still he hated him for hugging and kissing her so much it started hurting.
Somewhere over his stomach and right under his heart.
Somewhere in his head where he very carefully kept every picture of Gregory smiling at him and the memories of even the brief lest touches, locked denying every feeling greater then loathing and anger. He smiled bitterly when he noticed he became weak to feelings.
Funny how feelings changed, he thought. Even funnier how their relationship didn't.