Warning: AU –Second World War
M-Rated!Contains coarse language, violent imaginary related to the context of war, and sex.
I do not own South Park. I do not own anything. I wish I was that f* genius!
Alfred knocked on the door.
He announced the final guests for this evening's soiree.
Clyde entered, looking slightly chubbier than the last time. He greeted the other guys in his typical cheerful self. He was followed by Bebe, who was wearing a dark red dress that sculptured her body nicely. And finally the new guy entered. He was a tall handsome young man with dark hair, azure eyes and wore the swastika badge on his blazer. Herr Cartman happily introduced himself, hoping the soiree would satisfy the man. The fat Nazi had to be sure he would impress him with his hospitability, so he would be willing to pay good money for the Jews. During dinner Herr Cartman concluded he liked this new guy, who proved to be kind and fun. He had a good sense of humor, at least one that Herr Cartman could appreciate.
"So where did you come from exactly?" Herr Cartman asked, while they ate dessert.
"I grew up in Offenbach. It's close to Frankfurt."
"Yeah, I believe I've heard of that place before." Herr Cartman said thoughtfully. The name sounded oddly familiar, but he couldn't quite remember where he heard it before. He quickly dismissed it, concluding it wasn't relevant. He was too busy impressing this guy to think about trivialities, anyway. "I hope you are an appreciator of music, my friend."
"I sure am. Actually I had a friend that was a great musician. I loved listening him practicing."
"Aaarg!" Tweek shouted when he saw Alfred enter the room with the coffee. The butler ignored the teenager's fidgety manners, just like the rest of the group that seemed to take his disturbing screams and twitches as an ordinary thing.
"Really, where is he now?" Butters asked, always hoping to make new musician friends.
"Uh, we kind of lost contact." He awkwardly answered.
"Is our talented violinist in the house?" Clyde asked hopefully and Herr Cartman proudly nodded. Bebe looked immediately excited.
"Uhg…Arg!" Tweek yelled relieved after sipping some coffee.
"Oh great! He's really good!" Bebe said while he winked at the new guy, the double meaning remaining clearly in the air. Clyde shifted uncomfortably on the chair murmuring something about Bebe always going on about the musician and Herr Cartman was instantly concerned. He knew how close Bebe and Kyle got the last time, he was hoping it wouldn't repeat itself or even go further this evening. But he wouldn't allow it. The Jew was his and he was not willing to share him with anybody, whatsoever.
"Alfred." Was all Herr Cartman needed to say and the butler nodded, understanding his request. The table was lifted and all the guests moved to the living room. The door opened and Kyle entered. Before anybody had time to say something, Bebe joyfully ran up to the redhead.
"Kyle!" She happily exclaimed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Everybody stared as equally startled as the Jew when the blonde girl kissed him on the cheek. Kyle's whole body stiffened. He froze for a brief moment, his green eyes widened and he paled when he saw the guests' faces. He was clearly afraid to get himself in trouble because of Bebe's unorthodox gesture. Above all, he tried to ignore Herr Cartman's annoyed expression.
"Bebe!" Clyde shouted clearly jealous. The girl released Kyle and turned to face her boyfriend.
"Come on Clyde!" Bebe said in a playful way. "He's just so cute!" She said while he pinched Kyle's butt, so he winced with a startled yelp. Kyle felt all his blood rise to his face when Bebe winked at him, while she walked away and returned to Clyde. He avoided the faces of the guests, while he shamefully rubbed his buttock.
"Jew, will you please…" Herr Cartman started, while he tried to hide his annoyance, but Kyle cut him, his eyes darting nervously from Bebe, to the dark haired stranger and finally resting on the fat Nazi.
"I need a glass of water!" Kyle said too fast, his voice high-pitched and almost sounding panicked. Herr Cartman sighed annoyed.
"Go get yourself a glass of water, then! You know where the kitchen is." Herr Cartman said sounding irritated. Kyle nodded and quickly rushed to the door. The fat Nazi groaned when he noticed the redhead's hands were shaking. Great! Now that bitch made him all shy and nervous. Goddamn stupid kike, can't handle anything! The fat Nazi thought to himself, already eying the whiskey bottle.
"Ehm, Cartman, could I use the restroom?" The new guy asked.
"Of course. Kalh, will you be so kind to show Herr Marsh to the restroom?" Herr Cartman said, without looking at anyone, as he was already serving himself a glass of whiskey. Kyle, who had already opened the door glanced very quickly from one the other and nodded.
"Of course, Herr Cartman." Kyle widened the door and stood next to it, indicating the other to pass first while his eyes were fixed on the floor. He followed and carefully closed the door behind him. The Jew looked up and saw the other boy open his mouth but he interrupted him before he would say anything. "Not here!" He whispered and signed the other to follow him. They walked a while silently until Kyle opened a door and hastily pushed Herr Marsh into his little office.
"Oh my God, Stan! What are you doing here?!" Kyle spat, feeling happy and terrified at the same time.
"I can ask you exactly the same thing!" Stan giggled with a wide smile, which was instantly mirrored by his best friend. They laughed and hugged a tight embrace. "God, I missed you! I was so saw afraid I would be too late. That you would be already dead." The dark haired boy confessed. Kyle pressed his fingers on his friends back and repressed a sob, the feeling of being close to his friend making him feel safe and loved.
"How…What…" Kyle mumbled, his voice shaking as badly as his hands. "How did you find me?"
"I didn't know you were here. I swear! It was a coincidence." Stand gently rested his hands on Kyle's shoulders and looked at his friend. "After you were taken…Kyle I couldn't stay still. I couldn't do nothing. So, I enlisted in the Nazi party. Built my way up by throwing up parties and becoming popular among the Nazis. To come closer to the highest ranks' members, so I could find you. And meanwhile, I got myself enough sponsors to buy myself a factory so I had a good excuse to buy Jews. To save Jews. To save you."
"Oh, Stan." Kyle murmured in the brink of tears and a knot in his throat. He was quite overwhelmed with all the efforts his friend had gone through to find him. He couldn't imagine how horrible it must have been for Stan, not to know what his friend's fate had been. And then having to pretend to be friends with the enemy. Having to go against all his ethic principals and go to the point of buying Jews from guys like Herr Cartman. Which suddenly reminded him of the soiree. "We have to go back. Herr Cartman will suspect something if we take too long."
"Right!" Stan nodded looking earnest, remembering the risk both were taking right now. "But you go and drink that glass of water. You look like shit, man." The dark haired teenager advised, referring to Kyle's extreme paleness.
"Thank you." Kyle said sarcastically, but in a mocking tone.
They both headed opposite ways. Stan returned to the living room while the redhead ran to the kitchen. His heart pounded madly and seemed to want to burst out of his chest. He couldn't be happier to see his best friend again. He still could not believe Stan was actually here. What a great coincidence this was. The Jew couldn't help and think this was the strangest twist of fate he ever witnessed. Of all people, his very best friend, was Herr Cartman's buyer.
He entered the kitchen and, with shaky hands, got himself a glass of water. Knowing Stan was this loyal to him, that he took all this trouble and dangerous risks in order to save him, made him feel valuable and special. But the timing had been horrible. Kyle was now stressing himself completely. A million different thoughts whirled in his mind. Thoughts about Stan endangering himself this way. About Herr Cartman's perceptiveness. About his uncontrollable nerves that threatened to sabotage the whole thing. He needed to focus. He needed to calm down. He was too edgy and wouldn't be able to play properly tonight. Herr Cartman would notice something was off. He would become suspicious and then he would figure out what was going on. Because Herr Cartman knew him this well. So Kyle drunk two glasses of water and brought the third one with him. He took many deep breaths and forced himself to calm down. Herr Cartman could not discover who Stan really was and what his true intentions were. And suddenly Kyle cursed Stan's loyalty to him.
…
Kyle entered silently. He stood next to the door and smiled awkwardly as everybody was engaged in a conversation.
"Ah, there you are! I was starting to worry and think you were having a fight with the saucepans!" Herr Cartman joked, making the others laugh, but he noticed immediately that Kyle was as white as a sheet. "Take a seat, Jew."
"Are you okay?" Bebe asked concerned, she too noticing how pale he had returned.
"Just a blood pressure fall." Kyle dismissed while he pulled a chair. "It happened all the time when I was in the camp, I won't pass out." Bebe smiled uncomfortably at Kyle's disturbingly casual tone, realizing this was something the redhead had gotten used to and now considered as normal.
"I've heard you don't work in the camp fields anymore." Clyde said in his merry way, while he put his arm possessively around Bebe.
"Yeah, I do Herr Cartman's bookkeeping now."
"Must be nice, not to live in the camp anymore. Especially with this cold weather." Clyde said in a distracted tone. "I wonder, what's the most horrible thing for you Jews in the labor camp?"
"Clyde!" Bebe scolded at her obviously revengeful jealous boyfriend, who glared back at her. Butters froze horrified, never actually perceiving Kyle as any different as him. Tweek was surprisingly silenced at the question. Stan gasped at the haunted look that crossed his best friends' features.
"Oh, you know Jews." Herr Cartman said in a giggle, desperate to keep Kyle from having a fury attack, while he himself struggled to restrain from not hitting Clyde. "They take all work with pleasure. Isn't it, Kalh?"
"Right." Kyle answered dryly, while he directed his look to the floor, his fingers digging in his legs, while he swallowed up his anger.
"Don't take any notice, Kyle." Bebe said kindly. "Clyde is only upset he wasn't the only that gained a few extra pounds." She said referring to Kyle's gain of weight in a complementary manner; while she stroke her boyfriend's recent growing belly.
"Yeah, look at Cartman! He's fatter than ever!" Clyde said in his defense.
"Ay! I'm not fat! I'm big boned." At this Butters giggled. "Hey! It's not funny, Butters!"
"Then you must have a really large bone in your butt." Stan said with a grin. Butters' giggling transformed into a tremendous laughing fit, one that became so contagious, that everybody started laughing. "You're an asshole, Butters! Jewboy, play the dawn violin before I hit someone in the nut!"
Kyle nodded, while he fought his urge to laugh along the others. Butters and Stan had been the perfect icebreakers and he felt a bit more relaxed. He discretely switched gazes with Stan before placing the violin under his chin, closed his eyes, burrowed his brow in concentration and let the first note flow in the air.
…
The living room was filled with the sound joyful music and merry laughs. Clyde's initial hostile mood had faded away completely and he was now the one making the most musical requests. At a certain point, Butters decided to join Kyle and the boys sat next to each other. Kyle encouraged Butters to play something he was at ease and adapted his style to the blonde's melody. It became a funny duet of instruments, one playing cautiously and neatly, the other improvising playfully. The Jew challenged Butters with his talent, which resulted in surprising short compositions and the greatest improvisations from both parts, since Butters was practically forced to jump out of his shell in order to keep on Kyle's pace.
"Wow, Butters! I had no idea you could play like this!" Clyde exclaimed truly amazed.
"Ehm, n-neither did I." The blonde admitted shyly, while Kyle smiled proudly.
"Arg…That was great, uhg!" Tweek complimented. He had been surprisingly silent the whole time, only blinking and twitching his head once in every 30 seconds.
"Hey, Jewboy. Play that one we wrote down the other day." Herr Cartman suddenly requested.
"You're writing compositions nowadays?" Bebe asked truly amazed at the fat Nazi.
"Pfff. You're kidding? This Jew is an endless fountain of new melodies. And I'm the genius that puts all the little pieces together till there are true master works. I'm telling you guys. I'm making history. The Cartman symphony will become world famous." Herr Cartman bragged proudly.
"Oh, so now it's called Cartman symphony. And all this time I though it what that one that goes nah-ha-nah and then goes all the way nah." Kyle teased.
"Shut up Jew, and play meh goddamn symphonyah!" The fat Nazi yelled, struggling to hide his amused smile. There was a short exchange of accomplice looks between them before Kyle played their most recent creation.
A/N
Not the most original plot regarding Stan's strategy in find his friend (inspiration source is clearly, and once again, Schindler's List) but hey, my imagination has boundaries. Hoop you enjoyed it. Till the next update XX