Falling for you: Chapter 3: Tuesday
Whil-o-whisp
Fandom: South Park KennyxZeMole (christophe)
word count: 1,010 (one zero one zero... lol)
A/n: ORIGINAL 3/22/2009: Yeah, I pair them sometimes. This is another one of those late night stories that I really need to stop because they keep me up LAWLAWLAWl idk. Well, enjoy. Kenny has a dirty Mouth.
NEW 7/1/2009: This is a remake of the original FALLING FOR YOU, thusly, same story, better written. I changed it from third person to first person Kenny's point of view, and also, it's now five chapters long. It's still Kenny and Christophe, still has the same plot, just, better. Kenny has an even dirtier mouth now, lol. The original is at the end of the five chapters, i am leaving it as is. I hope you enjoy this!!!!
Disclaimer: Think about it...
"Christophe." Tuesday morning and already cheeky. Yep, I've still got it. I lean against Christophe's neighboring locker, orange parka (yes, I still have that ratty old orange parka, Im poor and can't get a new one, so fucking deal with it) near zipped up, my hood tickling my face. I can't say I didn't feeling even a big mockingly hurt when Christophe didn't even look at me, slamming the locker close to my ear. God damn that hurt, and the ringing didn't go away for hours. I mouthed many a curse as he scooped up his backpack, his shovel strapped to his back.
"McCormick." Stupid fruity accent still intact, I see. I follow him towards the court yard, boxing one of my ears experimentally. Nope, the ringing was still there.
"Skipping First period, I see?" Oh, how I love to see him annoyed. I grin from ear to ear as he throws a glare at me over my shoulder. Okay, so maybe being the victim of an unexplained 'freak' accident including a French man and a shovel is in my rather near future but hey, I'm feeling bold today.
Christophe snapped at me, "You as well," as he exited the main building, walking into yesterday's courtyard. Nickalus (curly haired goth kid) and the little one were already sitting next to the back door, smoking up a storm which really couldn't be healthy for the little guy's lunges, but hey, smoking from kindergarten never was. Christophe glared at them. Hadn't they tried to recruit him way back in seventh grade? Something about telling of Cartman about how much Cartman didn't understand about life had caught their attention or something. That didn't last long. Apparently giving the mouth of the group a scar across his shoulder was just the way to shut them up. Red had just annoyed Christophe a touch too much, though, that didn't take long. I almost feel bad for the annoying snot. Almost. It's still kind of funny. "What zhe fuck ahr you laughing about?" Christophe is suddenly way too far away from me, throwing his bag onto the bench and glaring in my direction.
Had he always been that much taller than I am? I mean, yeah, sure he couldn't have been in the third grade, we were all the same height back then, but wow. I'm not very observant apparently if four or five inches goes unnoticed. Fuck and I thought I was tall. "Not you, god, that'd be suicide." He mumles something along the lines of not mentioning that fucker in his presence as he pulls out a box of cigs, tapping the edge against the table in true mercenary style to retrieve the cancerous prize and sitting down.
Christophe shook his head, reaching into a different pocket to retrieve a lighter (how many pockets did he have? And what the fuck did they hold?). He cupped his hand around the tip of his cig as I sat down, completely ignoring me to try to light his precious cig. Try being the key term here. The lighter sputtered and flizzled before flickering out. "Sheet." He cursed, pocketing the shitty bic lighter. Maybe my own would suffice.
The flicker of a lighter brought his eyes to my hands, the light catching in those eyes as he looked up at me. I held it out to him, lit and waiting. Of course, paranoia tried to win out, he gave me a suspicious look. I just thrust it a bit closer to him, humming in question. If he didn't want it, and could really read without smoking then I'd take it back. He finally leaned forward, taking hold of my wrist and lighting the tip of his cigarette, taking a deep appreciative breath, his eyes shuttering closed.
It was surprising. I mean, very. Damn his fingers were soft for a merc's, I mean, still caloused, but warm and soft and damn I have a thing for brunettes. He isn't Damien warm, he's just, like, flames of hell warm, but he's got this kind of, as corny as it sounds, sitting by the hearth warm, welcoming. Besides all of that, it's pretty surprising to even touch Christophe, skin to skin.
Christophe was one of those people who hates people. Like, fucking hates humanity and wishes to watch it burn people. Christophe has had a general hate for humanity since he was born for all I know or care, and physical contact was one of the reasons why. Hell, he didn't even kill (or so I'd heard) with his hands. He used his shovel, and that was why the edge was stained so dark red it was almost black (again, so I had heard). Christophe actually initiating physical, skin to skin, human contact, (cus Christophe's gloves ad long since been fingerless), was completely unheard of, surprising, unpredictable. Not unwelcome though, don't get me wrong. Skin to skin is like, finding out the mercenary's human, which is really nice. Really, endearing you know?
I have to say, I was a little disappointed when he let go and leaned away. My hand kind of tingled, like, when you touched something a bit too hot and was suddenly deprived of it right after you get used to it. He leaned back and blew the smoke straight up, obscuring his eyes for a little big before he pulled out his book and began to read. I simply watched, enthralled by new discoveries.
For one, I think I kind of like how fire flickers in Christophe's eyes, kind of like a pyro's would usually in those movies. Another, I really wanted to touch Christophe again, just to see if could get that deprived of warmth feeling again just from stopping (I don't like it but I want to know if it was a one time thing, ya know?). And the last thing I think I sort of realized was that, god damnit, I just might be falling for him. And that was just a little bit scary.
A/n: READ ON! TWO MORE CHAPTERS TO GO! Three if you want to read the original, I wouldn't reccomend that...