(*Author's Note* This story is rated M for fictional violence, historical content which may be difficult to read for some, hard yaoi /boy on boy/, Rape, and later on, gorey murder. The Marsh's will not be a part of that gore, I am sparing that much. There will be a few beatings, war scenes, Stockholm's Syndrome, and possible anorexia and starvation scenes. Read at your own will, leave me comments and ratings, I hope you enjoy my story and PLEASE tell me if I need to elaborate more. Please Rate and Review! Thank you! )
It had been a couple of days since the Jew's meltdown, specifically a Saturday, and Eric had chosen to take the day off, planning to just hide himself in his office and do more work… But sometimes just being out of that damn environment was good for him… Much less dramatic and... loud.. He also planned on giving the boy his earned free time, but that could come later… He might allow him two days… the poor thing had become even more withdrawn since that night, and maybe allowing him time to himself would help to clear his mind.
The Nazi removed himself from the room that morning with incredible silence, trying his hardest to not wake the smaller boy. He was still attempting to get on his good side, but a part of him was just tired of the bullshit and wanted to beat the fuck out of him… Everyday he fought himself, and everyday the ginger lacked to show his appreciation. What was he doing wrong? Truly, it was confusing… Like all of his interactions with the boy… But he deserved credit for trying at the very least. He made his way downstairs and went into his office, choosing to hide himself in there until the other boy came to find him.
Kyle woke up around 8 o'clock, stretching out and rubbing his eyes. He still wasn't used to being in a bed, but it really was a nice change… He got out from underneath the covers and left the room, making his way downstairs and releasing a small sigh. He felt, relatively, bad about the way the past few days had gone, and decided to try and make up for it. Going into the kitchen, he debated what to make. Nothing said I'm sorry like pancakes right? But really, what did he have to be sorry for…? He gave a grimace in regards to himself, searching the kitchen for ingredients before starting on his breakfast making journey.
When he was finished, he placed cut up strawberries on top of the stacks of three, putting syrup and butter in little cups on the side. He was almost positive they were supposed to be shot glasses, but he genuinely did not give any fucks. He then left the plates on the counter when he went to locate the Nazi boy, checking all the rooms throughout the hallway before he reached the office, looking a bit surprised to find him in there of all places on his day off. He looked a little embarrassed, realizing by the expectant look on Eric's face that he had forgotten to knock.
"I um… I'm sorry I didn't… realize you'd be in here… So I didn't …" He said quietly, trailing off at the end and looking away from Cartman's face, which was covered with an expression that read 'what the fuck do you want.' He shrank out of the doorway and then continued with, "I'll be right back," before leaving the door open and heading back into the kitchen. The taller boy looked utterly confused, about to get up from his chair when the Jew returned carrying a plate. Oh how adorable, he made him breakfast. And they were pancakes… suspicious, that most likely meant he wanted something… He was about to say something as the boy set the plate in front of him, but he was beaten to it.
"... I just… wanted to apologize… I understand this whole… thing in general is probably hard for you as well… and I think at this point you can probably understand where I'm coming from…? If not at least I can say I understand where you're coming from… and so I just… yeah… That's what I wanted to say…" He stumbled his words a little bit, awkwardly stepping back and preparing himself to leave the room. "... And I can see that you're busy, so I'll g-"
"No, I'm just about finished. I'm also very aware you didn't just make this for me," The Nazi picked up his plate, "so we'll eat it together. That's not a request either." He stood up placing a hand on the small of Kyle's back and leading him out of the room. "Also," he continued, closing the door and surprising the boy a little, "I've decided today is a perfect day for your free time, due to the fact I am present and you've behaved yourself this week.. mostly." He smirked, placing his plate on the table and ushering the ginger to go retrieve his own. Once he returned, he continued. "So tell me, would you prefer to read, or go outside today?" He was surprised the Jew made up his mind so quickly, he responded in less than a second after he finished his sentence.
"Outside, I'd like to go outside…" The redhead was desperate for a view other than this house, desperate for sunlight… He used to sit outside every day, just to be there, just to feel the wind… But here he was, trapped inside all the time… Eric hummed in response and took a bite of the pancakes, looking satisfied when the boy came to sit next to him. He could sense his excitement, though it wasn't apparent through anything he was specifically doing, his eyes held a passion that wasn't usually there.
"Excellent, once you finish eating," He started, picking up the now empty plate (he was a ridiculously fast eater), "and you do the dishes," He walked into the kitchen, "We can go."
As soon as Cartman returned to his office, Kyle started to eat faster, not really leaving any breathing room between bites. He had lost track of how many days he had been here, how many days he had been kept from the outside world… He was beyond ecstatic, as long as he didn't have to see any of the nearby camp. He wasn't aware it was around 3 or 4 kilometers away from where he was staying, but then again, how could he? Once he was finished, he went into the kitchen, quickly but effectively doing the dishes in hopes to get out sooner. He then returned to the Nazi's office, knocking this time before entering.
"That was fast.." Eric stated as he looked up, shuffling his papers before standing. "We will only stay out there for about an hour-" He stopped himself, noting the almost immediate disappointment of the Jew. "-or more, depending on your behavior…" He added, wondering why he was so kind to give such an offer. Narcissist… He then left the room with the boy, leading him to the back door and placing a hand on the knob. Oh, he almost forgot… He took out a ring of keys from his left pocket and unlocked the door, slowly opening it for the excited ginger, who basically ran into the yard.
One thing the soldier prided himself in was his home, the massiveness, the decoration, and more specifically, the garden. There were flowers everywhere, a marble fountain, fruit trees, a small pool… That's just how he was, and truly it was a memorial to his mother.. She always had a strong love for flowers, specifically yellow roses.. The only thing she loved more than that was sex, something she definitely passed down to her son. He watched as the Jew explored everything in awe, eventually just laughing to himself and laying in the grass by the fountain. This gave Eric a perplexing sense of satisfaction, just knowing someone besides himself could be fascinated with this place… not that he really cared, though.
"Enjoying yourself, Jew?" He asked him, closing the door and heading towards the fountain.
"I don't understand how someone like you can like all the things I do.." He paused, noting the Nazi's stern expression. ".. I mean we're very different, that's all I mean.. I just didn't imagine a rougher person to appreciate beauty…" He sat up, looking at the other for a moment. "I'm sorry if that came out wrong, I just-"
"No, it's fine," The slightly irritated German responded, sitting on the edge of the fountain. "I didn't know a Jew could be so whiney and irritating, but I guess we were both wrong." Kyle made a face, getting up and looking down at him. Hah, he was taller now.
"Yeah well I knew all Nazis were sociopathic assholes, so you didn't let me down." Eric rolled his eyes. Correction, whiney and annoying…
"If you don't watch yourself, you'll be inside before the hour is up. And I will not be gentle." The ginger boy immediately rethought his words, walking away from him and sitting on the ground in the rose portion of the garden. He loved the yellow roses, a little bit too much, so he sat the closest to them. It was better not to talk than get in an argument with him… He'd at least then be able to stay outside for the full hour... Cartman was pretty upset that he had walked away, but in an angered way.. He stood up from the fountain and sighed, crossing his arms and looking at the door. Maybe he'd just leave him alone… He didn't seem to be causing any physical trouble.. hm…
While Eric was having this internal dilemma, Kyle noticed there was a hose by him, eyeing it mischeviously. He looked over to the Nazi, then quietly crawled over to where it connected to the house, slowly turning it on in attempt to not make any noise. He glanced at the taller boy once more, who luckily had not noticed what he was doing, giving a sort of glare in his direction. Best plan ever… He crawled back to where the front of the hose was, hiding himself behind a rose bush before picking it up. He then placed a finger over the opening to spray the soldier, who jumped in surprise, causing the Jew to topple over laughing. That little bitch…
"You'll fucking pay for that, Jew.." Cartman snarled, disappearing inside momentarily. The redhead looked afraid for a moment, even more so when the Nazi stepped back outside with what looked like a hand gun… worse, he had two. He squeaked and cowered into a corner, staring up at the other as he stood over him. "Any last words?" He smirked, enjoying how afraid the boy was when he pointed the guns at him. As Kyle opened his mouth to speak, Eric pulled both triggers, which literally just squirted water at him. Well, he got a kick out of the ginger's surprise and wince of fear, laughing his ass off and grabbing the hose from the ground. "They're water guns you dumbass…!" He almost choked, the other not thinking that was nearly as funny as he did.
"You almost gave me a fucking heart attack.." He complained, getting up and making a face at him. "You can't have water guns and the hose, that's not fair.." He whined, laughing a little when the Nazi sprayed him in the face.
"Fine… you get one gun, I get the other. No mercy, whoever surrenders loses." Kyle did indeed have a thing for challenges, turning off the hose and snatching one of the guns.
"You're on, shitface…" This pleased the other, his smirk growing wider.
"You have ten seconds to go somewhere else… starting… now." And with that he was gone, hiding behind one of the orange trees. He was going down, this was a productive way to get out his anger towards the other, so he was going full force. "Ten." The Nazi stated, scanning the area for the Jew. Where could he be… He walked slowly, stealthily, keeping his eyes open, receiving a squirt in the face as he approached the trees. A smirk once again presented itself on his face, watching as the smaller boy ran out from behind the tree with a smug expression. That little shit. He shot back at him, surprised by how quickly the other could dodge him. Eric was at good shot, this kid was just fast.
"You're too slow." He taunted, squirting the soldier in the face again before running towards the pool. Gah, too slow… He was calling bullshit on that… He followed him, refilling his gun in the fountain as the redhead did the same in the pool, glaring at him with purpose. This was now a kill mission, a water gun assassination…
He charged the smaller boy, shooting at him and smirking when the other shot back. They were by the pool, and the Nazi eventually lost his footing, the Jew giving him a shove and laughing his ass off when he fell in. When he resurfaced he squirted his face, still giggling, but not for long. The soldier grabbed the extended arm (the one with the gun in it) and pulled him in, earning a squeak of surprise from the smaller boy.
"You're an asshole!" Kyle laughed, getting squirted in the face in response.
"So are you, you shoved me in here you little shit…" He received a splash to the face, laughing and pulling the mischevious Jew closer. "You really know how to piss me off, you know that?" He teased, earning an eyeroll.
"It's not that hard to do.." He grumbled, leaning his head against the Nazi's shoulder. They were both soaking wet, hah, at least the soldier didn't wear his uniform that day … Eric hesitated for a moment, then slowly snaked his arm around the boy's waist. So confusing…
"...Why do you do that..?" He asked after a moment, the Jew glancing up at him curiously.
"Do what..?" He asked after a short pause, standing up straight so he could look him in the eyes.
"Lean against me like that… you've done it a couple times now…" What a strange question…
"I… don't know…" He looked down, thinking about it himself. Even if it was the Nazi boy, it was really just comforting to him… being that physically close to someone… but he'd never tell him that… "I can stop if you want.." He grimaced, curling his toes and continuing to avoid eye contact.
"No," Cartman began, gently lifting the smaller boy's chin. "I like it… it's just never… well no one's ever done that so it confused me." He confessed, internally scolding himself for showing a weakness. Kyle was a bit surprised he even admitted that, hesitantly searching his eyes.
"So you are a human." He chose to tease him, squirting him in the face and giggling when the soldier made a face at him. "I was beginning to wonder…" He smiled a bit, ducking underwater to escape his hold. "You never gave a formal resignation, by the way." He said cockily, running his free hand through his wet hair. Eric smirked wickedly, watching as the Jew left the water.
"That's because we're not done here." He challenged, getting out on the opposite side of the pool. The Jew appreciated this challenge, looking left and right before running back towards the rose garden. He was gonna cheat… The Nazi immediately knew his plan and ran to follow him, to late by the time he got there. He was sprayed in the face by the hose, laughing and trying to squirt the ginger back, but it was really a pointless gesture. He could only think to do one thing, and even then he was unsure it would be successful… He reached around the hose and started tickling the boy, getting an immediate reaction of intense laughter. That was satisfying… He continued until the boy literally fell on the ground, smirking and tickling him harder.
"Give me the hose." He demanded in a joking way, the Jew laughing too hard to respond with words so he just squirted him in the face. God damn that little bitch… He took it from his hands and stood back up, spraying the still laughing redhead and being unable to help but laugh himself.
"O-Okay y-you win! You wi-in!" Kyle laughed, shielding himself unsuccessfully with his hands.
"Oh I'm sorry, what was that?" Cartman teased, spraying the boy in the face and earning a couple more giggles.
"You win!" He yelled, his giggles calming a bit after the Nazi pointed the water away from him, then turning off the hose. "...You cheated…" The Jew said cheekily after a moment of silence, the soldier pointing the hose at him again.
"Do I need to turn it back on?" He warned playfully, earning a shake of the head from the boy. He smirked a little and extended a hand to him, getting pulled to the muddy ground and making a face. "You're an asshole…" He informed the laughing ginger, scooping up some mud and ruffling it into his hair. Kyle gasped and looked at him in disbelief as Cartman laughed. He, in response, scooped up some mud and smeared it on his face, receiving a smirk.
"You deserved that, you really did…" The redhead giggled, standing up and shaking his head like a dog. Eric made a 'pft' sound and stood up as well, scooping up the Jew and loving the sound of surprise he received.
"All I know is that we both need baths, so we're gonna take one together, got it?" He noticed the blush that spread across the smaller boy's face, looking pleased and heading for the door. "Don't worry, I won't bite… maybe…" He teased, taking him inside and relocking the door to the outside. Well this would be fun…
(To Be Continued in Chapter 11.)
(*Author's Note*: Well I would like to know, do you prefer this Cartman or rougher Cartman better? Also, I hope you liked this chapter, it was kind of the beginning of the bridge between a shift in their relationship. While that already kinda happened, if you can't tell, this is much more drastic. Please Rate and Review! If more people miss rougher Cartman, I can add that back into it… ;) )