Authors Note before you continue! Hey everyone, thank you for following the story. I'm sorry it took awhile for this chapter. It deals with the relations between Kyle and Cartman. I'll admit, it took awhile, because it was difficult writing…I wanted to build on their characters, since their the main ones in this story. Please note that others like Kenny, Stan and so on will appear in chapter two.

I don't own South Park.

The first bell rang through the school corridors, and the students began filing out of homeroom to go

to their first class, while Cartman made his way to first period, walking through the large glass doors

to the Gym. Most of his peers had already arrived, wearing their loose fitting clothes, Cartman sighed, sitting down on the set of steps, watching others warm up, and caught a glimpse of Kyle who looked equally annoyed as Cartman, watching the others from a distance.

The coach then opened the doors, walking in wearing a grey uniform, with short shorts far too tight, and a jumper that he almost could swim in.

"Ok class; Today's lesson is Self Defense, I want you all to team up with a partner, and block an attack"

The fair skinned, red headed male cursed under his breath how neither Stan nor Kenny was in his class, so the only one left was the fatass Jew Hating Scumbag, and he was heading in Kyle's direction with an unreadable expression.

Cartman smirked inside, seeing as his prey had no where else to turn to, and the Nazi planned on making this the most memorable Gym lesson ever.

"So Kyle...Ready to get your ass pounded?" Cartman stopped inches away from Kyle, who in comparison to Cartman, looked like an underfed dog, however his big mouth compensated for his... feminine looks.

"Shut up Fatass! You couldn't pound my ass that would require movement anyway!" The Jew quickly regretted his witty comeback, when a fist the size of a softball came colliding with the side of his jaw, causing Kyle to crash to his knees in front of Catmans feet.

"What was that Jew Rat?" Cartman taunted, leaning down to Kyle's ear whispering. "Guess I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson or two about respecting my authority" Kyle groaned, holding his Jaw and growled at Cartman. "You didn't need to hit that hard Cartman, I was meant to block" The mini Hitler smiled; "A Jew Fag like you can't defend himself anyway, so just take it like the pussy you are" Before Kyle could reply the teacher came running over pointing wildly at Cartman.

Shit! Cartman thought when he saw the teacher rushing towards Kyle to inspect the blow that was already swelling and bruised.

"Eric Theodore Cartman! Take Kyle to the sickbay now, and No Buts!"

A few students sniggered when the teacher used Catmans full name, and the fatass flipped off the students before roughly grabbing Kyle upwards and pulled him out of the gym and down the hall to the Nurses Office.

"Let go of me Fatass!" The petite redhead protested the whole way there, but every objection fell on deaf ears, as Cartman guided Kyle to the Nurses office, Cartmans knuckles whitened around Kyle's collar, as he tightened his grip on the Jew, until they finally got to the Sickbay, and Eric practically threw Kyle towards the bed in the small four walled room.

Within moments the soft sound of heels were heard entering the room, and soft green eyes met the bright emerald ones of Kyle.

"Oh, now what happened to you dear?" She came over inspecting Kyle's face, and putting an icepack to it. "Oh…some kid punched him at the wrong time miss, I was a witness, and it looked like an accident" Cartmans fake sweet voice chimed in, before Kyle could answer the question that was directed at him.

"Oh dear…Well, keep that pack on for a while, and your friend can stay here and keep an eye on you, if you need anything just come get me dears" and the nurse left, the same soft noises of her heels exiting the room.

Your mine now Jew Boy Cartman thought to himself as he locked the door after the nurse left, turning to face Kyle, but a flicker of fear flashed in his eyes when he met Kyle's… a look of pure hatred filled his usual vibrant eyes, while his voice was low and full of rage, even enough for the Nazi to flinch at the Jews words.

"Get out of here Cartman, I don't want to ever see you or speak to you again" But the Jew winced a little when talking, his jaw still throbbing, and Cartman noticed the wince, taking full advantage of the fact Kyle was weak and fragile at this point, despite his tough display. Eric walked up close to Kyle, who instantly shrunk back. The Nazi invaded Kyle's personal space on the bed, leaving barely an inch between them, growling near Kyle's ear, hissing harshly "Like it or not Jew, I'm sticking around, and you can protest, scream and bitch all you like"

Cartman straightened his posture, dark brown orbs burning into Kyle's eyes; a look of dominance and determination crystal clear, before Eric turned his back and walked to the door. "Until next time Fag" and the door quietly clicked behind him, leaving a distressed Kyle in the small room.

The redhead curled on the bed, trying to contain a normal breathing pattern, but found it near impossible when tears glazed over his eyes and seeped down his snow white skin. His breathing rapidly increased and his hands clutched at the sheets for comfort. His tears flowed freely now, as he buried his head in his hands, his lips quivering, and body shaking. He was at a complete loss as to why Cartman suddenly turned into more of an asshole than he already was, and why he wanted to make Kyle's life worse, he had no idea.

Kyle actually couldn't think of anything the Fatass had not yet done to destroy him physically or emotionally. Sure Cartman picked on Stan for being a jock and dating Wendy and Kenny for being poor and slutting his way around, and even Butters for being nothing but positive and bubbly all the time; but Kyle knew he copped the worst of Cartmans insults. The degrading insults about his religion, the racist comments for being Jewish, not to mention the amount of insults for being smart, weak and Skinny.

Kyle lost track of time, sitting there, not even caring about the classes he was missing, or the fact his mother wanted him to get the best grades possible, everything in his life seemed trivial, as if nothing mattered anymore, his life was in Cartmans hands, he saw that when Cartman gave him a look that he couldn't escape from.

That sheer thought alone sent Kyle into another round of tears, before a knock at the door sent Kyle jumping upwards, assuming it was his predator…Cartman.

But a small mass of blonde hair eliminated the thought of that threat, and a large set of blue eyes looked towards Kyle, and their face softened.

"B-boy howdy, do you need anything Kyle?" The always innocent Butters walked in, unable to tear his eyesight from Kyle's Bruised jaw.

"No thanks Butters…I'll be fine" Came the soft response from Kyle, who wiped at his tear stained cheeks, sitting up a little better, not wanting to distress Butters.

"Oh….well, A-alright then…..But Cartman wanted me to give this to you" Butters walked up and handed Kyle the small torn folded piece of paper, and quickly disappeared.

The redhead had a strong urge to rip it up then and there…but a gut instinct told him to read it. He slowly unfolded it, hands shaking slightly, as blue ink greeted him, and spoke in Cartmans tone.

So Jew, if your reading this I guess the Blonde haired faggot

Gave you the note, I don't care how your feeling, but I'm

Just letting you know I'm serious about what I said earlier

and from now on you do as I say…

Your mine Jew…

Forever.