Chapter 1 – Kyle's New Bodyguard

Full Summary: In the land of Zaron, everything is beautiful and calm. Every species coexist peacefully. But if you travel far enough to the South, you'll find two kingdoms that have hated each other since the beginning of time. Kyle, the Prince of the Elves, and Cartman, the Grand Wizard, are no different than their ancestors. Neither of the two can wait until they spill their first blood in the battlefield. But when a certain accident leaves them alone, they must learn to tolerate each other if they want to get back home.

New story! Hooray! This is Kyman (once again) with slight Style at the beginning, but nothing will get in the way of my OTP! NEVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- *a million years later* -EEEEEEEEEEER! Okay, I'm done. Well, anyways, this is based a little bit off of the Stick of Truth. Rated T for reasons, I will post warnings when things change (if they ever do). They are all still canon age.

Kyle: Wait, another Kyman fanfic? Not again!

Me: Yes again. You and Cartman are totally gay for each other, ADMIT IT!

Kyle: No we're not! Right, Cartman?

Cartman: We're not?

Kyle: GODDAMNIT!

Me: Eheheheheheh!

Stan: Why, FrostingMuffin56? T^T

Me: Hey, at least I'm putting a little Style in the beginning! Don't be a pussy.

Stan: You already killed me off in The Sky Falls Down!

Me: Well suck it up, buttercup, Kyle is Cartman's propertah.

Cartman: Sweet ^3^

*Kyle flips everybody off and leaves the room*

The redheaded Elf Prince stared at the training dummy, drawing the arrow back and aiming slightly above the center of the target. After an eternity of sitting still, he released the arrow and it pierced the red dot in the middle of the round wooden board. "Good shot, Kyle, but you'll be dead before you let go of the arrow if you keep hesitating like that." Kyle whipped around to see his best friend, Stan, watching him from the side of the training area. He deposited the bow and arrow into a wooden shelf. "Aren't you supposed to be training with your dad?" he asked, taking a sip from his wooden water bottle. Stan smiled, "Nah, I just got a job. Guess what it is?" "What?" "Guess." Kyle pondered for a moment before answering. "Did you receive a position as a soldier?" "Nope." "A hunter?" "No." "…a prostitute?" "What? NO!" "Then what?" Kyle couldn't help but shake with frustration. Stan laughed, and ruffled Kyle's poufy red hair. He hated it when Stan did that. "I'm your new bodyguard."

Kyle blinked with surprise. Bodyguard? "Since when did I need a bodyguard?" he thought out loud, "I can protect myself just fine!" Stan faked a hurt look. "What, you don't want to spend time with your best friend?" he said, and then spilled the beans; "Actually, the annual Gathering is tomorrow. Since you just came of age, you're able to come." "So?" "There are a lot of dangerous creatures near the Gathering place. It's my job to protect you." Kyle scowled. What was he to Stan, a damsel in distress? But instead of snapping at his only friend, he just sighed and put on his crown. It was made of thin oak tree branches, with a few leaves here and there to decorate it. He stalked out of the training area without a word.

Stan stared after his best friend with a longing look in his eyes. He wished he could tell Kyle how much he wanted to be more than best friends, how much he loved him. But he knew that he would be rejected. Worse, Kyle might not ever talk to him again. The thought made tears form in his sapphire-blue eyes. The least I can do is protect him with all my heart; if he got killed I'd never be able to live with myself, he thought, I wish he knew that. But Kyle was too stubborn to admit he needed protection, even if both his legs were broken. Stan snapped out of his daydreaming before anyone caught him staring into empty space like he was lovestruck – well, he was, but that wasn't the point.

"Grand Wizard! I have news for you!" Cartman turned to see his servant, Leopold. Everyone referred to him as Butters, though. "What is it, Butters? I was just going out to collect the taxes!" he snapped, tapping his foot impatiently. "The annual Gathering is tomorrow, your Highness." Butters informed him, "I heard that the Elves are coming, too." Cartman rolled his eyes, of course they were. Even though he wasn't looking forward to it on the outside, he was actually really curious to see who their Prince was. So that he could rip on the sorry son of a bitch, of course. The Elf Queen really was a bitch, so it just proved him right.

The next day, both Kyle and Cartman got ready to go to the annual Gathering. (I'm too lazy to put anything more here .-.)

END OF CHAPTER 1

Thanks for taking the time to read my second fanfic! Now for some nice little dialogue between me, Kyle, Cartman, and Stan! :D

Stan: That was too short. Everyone knows the Style is going to disappear by next chapter, and most of this chapter was just some gay dialogue between the four of us! :(

Kyle: Oh, come on! You're caught up in this yaoi shit too?

Me: Don't be so grumpy just because you're the bitch in both Kyman and Style.

Kyle: Shut the fuck up!

Cartman: Yeah, Kahl. We should really arrange for you to get that sand out of your vagina.

Kyle: I DON'T HAVE SAND IN MY FUCKING VAGINA!

Me: You don't have one, genius.

Kyle: No shit, Sherlock.

Stan: WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO WRITE A STYLE FANFIC?!

Me: When I feel like it. But for now, Kyle is Cartman's Jew. Sorry.

Kyle: Damn it, nobody owns me you fucking asshole!

Cartman: Too bad, I do! *He picks up Kyle in bridal style*

Kyle: …I fucking hate you all.

Stan: Okay, so let's just get this straight. There will be Style fanfics in the future, right?

Me: Yes, Stan. You'll also be able to…

Kyle: WHAT THE FUCK, FATASS! GET OFF OF ME!

Me and Stan: O_O

Me: CARTMAN! AT LEAST GO AND BOOK A HOTEL ROOM FIRST!

Stan(in his mind): I'll be able to do that someday? Yesss….

Kyle: Help me, you retards! DX

Cartman: Nobody's gonna help you now, Jew! :D

*Stan and I cover our eyes*