A/N: This is a story I came up with when I was RPing with my good friend AshFallenAngel. It was originally supposed to be a drabble but well.. it kind of got out of hand. I personally like this story. I actually got teary eyed when I wrote the end. So, I hope you enjoy my work which took about an hour.
Pairing: Slight ChristopheXKenny or KennyXChristophe
Disclaimer: If I owned South Park it would be in anime and contain a bunch of yaoi. XDXDXD ...so yeah. That god I don't own it, eh?
Christophe sighed and looked out the window. 'It's been a long time…'
His thoughts drifted to the reason why he was alone in his house waiting.
"Do you care about me?" Gregory asked him, completely serious. It was so unlike his now playful personality. "Of course I care about you," Christophe replied truthfully, "Why do you ask?"
The 16 year old dodged the question with ease. "I know that," he said, "but do you care about other people too?" Christophe paused. He was completely taken aback by the unexpected question. "…Oui. I do," the older boy replied softly.
Kenny smiled as the two of them lay on a grassy hillside out of town. Christophe's motorcycle was parked over to the side and the stars were shining brightly. Kenny always did like gazing at the night sky. He said it was the closest to heaven he'd ever get nowadays.
After a long comfortable silence, Kenny spoke up. "You know how I always die, right?"
Christophe looked over. "Oui?" Kenny had never talked about it before, so it was strange.
"Don't wait up for me, alright?" Christophe barely heard him because of how quietly he was speaking. "I'll come back, so don't worry."
Christophe looked over and met Kenny's gaze. It was sure and he knew that Kenny was serious. "I won't, don't worry."
"I promise."
"One day he won't come back…" Gregory continued, cutting him off. "You'll see how much you care then."
Before he could respond, Gregory walked away leaving him there with his thoughts.
Shoving his hands in his pockets, he walked home. He was about to go inside, when he noticed his bike in the driveway. '…maybe a ride will help me think better.' So he hopped on and drove off.
Without noticing, he traveled a familiar and well known path. In fact, he didn't notice until he pulled to a stop that this was the place where he promised Kenny that he would no longer care.
He woke up to the sound of a familiar voice. "Wake up frenchie."
Christophe opened his eyes and looked into a pair of familiar blue orbs. "Kenny..?" Said blonde smiled at him. "Nice to see you're alive, then! I've been bugging you for the last five minutes. I swear I was about to kick you if it took any longer. So anyways… what's up?"
Christophe smiled at the energetic boy next to him. It was usually only around him he could talk this much. But he supposed it was because he would listen to him. However, his smile fell when he recalled his earlier encounter with Gregory.
"Kenny… you know…"
"Hmm..?"
"You know how you told me not to wait up, right?"
This earned him a nod and a, "Yeah?"
"I can't do zat, Kenny."
"Huh?"
Christophe offered up a weak smile. "I have to break my promise." He looked down as a tear fell down his cheek. "I'll wait for you as long as it takes. Even if I have to wait forever, I will."
He quickly found himself wrapped in the arms of his best friend. "Thank you…" Kenny whispered. "That means so much to me..."
"You're welcome, mon amie." As he spoke those words, he could've sworn he saw a glimmer of sadness in Kenny's eyes. He simply blamed it on a trick of the light because of the sunset.
'Three years and counting…' Christophe sighed as rain started to fall. Usually the sound calmed him down, but lately it's been making him depressed. 'He loved the rain…'
He placed the ear buds of his forgotten iPod back in his ears. The music was still playing, that was no surprise, but what he heard was.
if there's a bright side you always said that this hey, is your heart still beating?
to this suffering
can you help me see?
it's getting harder to believe
would not last long
but it's gone on and on and on
and i just can't make it stop
i can't stop the bleeding
i've lost you completely
He sighed miserably. It explained this situation pretty well.
"…Where are you?" he questioned the darkness. "…Please come home."
A brief thought crossed his mind.
"One day he won't come back… you'll see how much you care then."
'No. He was coming back. He isn't dead. I trust Kenny with my entire being. He wouldn't do that to me. I know him better then that.'
hey, gather all the heartache
i'll hold it in my hand
just to lose it all again
they're right this time
I won't pretend to smile
because inside
I'm black and
I am hollow
Christophe continued to keep up hope that he'd see Kenny again. It wouldn't be until later that he realized that what he felt for his friend went deeper then friendship.
And a few years after that, he realized that there may not be hope. But for Kenny's sake he would keep on believing he would come home.
But right now, a figure watched Christophe as he fell asleep at the windowsill watching the rain. Both of them had a few stray tears falling down their faces.
"Thank you so much for waiting… but I… I wish you wouldn't… It'll hurt you so much…" Kenny whispered to his sleeping form. "I wish I could come home… I wish I could touch you…" at this, Kenny reached forward but his hand merely passed through the 20 year old in front of him.
"I love you so much…" he whispered, before breaking down and crying in the middle of his best friend's living room. A lost soul wishing for nothing more then to go back to where he was needed most.
But this lost souls wishes were never heard. And neither were the wishes of the man who needed the lost soul more than anything.
i'm sick
and tired
inside
inside i'm black and
i am hollow
i'm trying to find
what's missing from my life
and now the tables have turned
and this is only temporary
mon amie - my friend, oui - yes.
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