Summary: I just wrote an argument and went where it took me.

Rating: Rated PG-13 for uncensored swearing mostly, no smut or anything.

A/N: I really need someone to beta read for me, but I want to post stuff up as soon as I write it. If anyone feels the need to step forward and fix up what ever I have all ready posted, I would love them and be sure to post the fixed up version.

Concerning Chirstoph

"Wow, big whoop Kyle, we really care."

Kyle shot an uncharacteristically nasty look at him "You -should- care, Cartman, because you -killed- The Mole. If it wasn't for Kenny, you would be in such trouble with his mom.."

"with me..."

The last words weren't actually said, but they hung silently on Kyle's tongue, almost sliding off into the air.
He was, he felt, the only one who cared about his friends.
Stan, well, Kyle knew he would do anything for Stan, but it was really fucking hard to maintain that feeling when he knew Stan would turn his back to face the latest trend. Trends and Kyle always faced different directions.
Cartman couldn't care less about anyone, that was pretty obvious.
Kenny, well... Kyle was running in to some problems in finding anything wrong with Kenny. Kenny was willing to condemn himself to hell for people, even if he hadn't done it for Mole.

"Kyle?"

Stan's voice penetrated Kyle's thoughts, but it wasn't harsh, and Kyle immediately felt bad for what he had thought about Stan.

"Yeah?"
Kyle tried to sound friendly, in case Stan had read his thoughts

"N-nevermind. It wasn't important."

"Oh, ok."

There was only a moment of silence before Cartman broke out in to laughter.

"What?!", Kyle asked, offended. He hadn't done -anything-, why the fuck was Cartman laughing at him?

Cartman fake wiped his eye, as though he had been laughing so hard that he had started to cry.
"You're a real fag, you know that Kyle? You to, Stan.
But try to keep the 'homo flirtation' (he made little double-qoute marks in the air as he said it) away from me, will you? I don't want it to -rub off- on me or something.

"Cartman, what the fuck are you talking about?!", yelled Stan, incensed.
"I just try to ask Kyle an innocent question about Mole, but no-oo, it's 'Stan, you fag!' 'Stan, why are you hanging out with Kyle, you fag', 'Stan, if you even talk to Kyle, you're a FAG!"

So that was what he was gonna ask me about, thought Kyle.
He felt even worse that he had ever doubted Stan cared.

Stan, it seemed, wouldn't stop berating Cartman for Kyle to think.
"You know what? You know the hell what!?! Just because you never had any friends doesn't mean everyone who has someone is gay!!"

Cartman, it seemed, had been somewhat suppressed.
"Right, right, sorry.."

A screech of wheels was heard, and the school bus pulled up.
"Get on, we're", began Ms. Crabtree, but she stopped before she could finish her much beloved fraise when she noticed that all four children where all ready on the bus.

She wasn't gonna let the hole day pass her by without being able to use some of her most beloved (to her, atleast) quotes.

"Oh, ok then."

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Kyle walked down the middle of the bus to his usual seat, hoping that life would give him a normal day, for a change.
Damn- he thought as he saw the boy who had taken the seat he usually occupied, -out of luck.

"Mole?"

The Mole offered a sort of smile, and his eyes which usually looked tiered and old, lightened up again as he saw Kyle.
"Yes, it iz me, Ze Mole, back again"
"Zis," he said, wavering his cigarette around for dramatic effect, "iz my firzt day of zchool."

Kyle was somewhat puzzled.
"But dude, you're the same age as I am! Maybe older!", he said as he sat down next to his chain-smoking friend.

"Ahh, zat.", he said, dismissive. "You'd be amazed at how much ztuff you can pick up wizout setting foot in zchool. After we zaved Terrence and Phillip, my mozer inztaid of grounding me, dezided to enforce my going to zchool.
Zeems she zinks I 'ave to much time on my hanz."

"Dude, wait a just a second, how do you know about all that stuff?
I mean, you couldn't have -seen- the bit where Kenny wished Terrence and Phillip back to life.."

"Ahh, but I 'ave my zorced, Kyle."

Kyle sighed at being kept in the dark about details once again.
"So," he said conversationally, "did you ever get to meet the 'merciful faggot'?"

"Zadly, no, I did not get the chance to meet him", The Mole stated in tones of disappointment.

"I 'ave nothing to look forward zo afzer death."

"Wow, that really sucks."

Kyle leaned back a little bit, only to get stabbed uncomforably with the tip of Mole's shovel.
He wiggled a bit, but it seemed no comfortable positions where to be had.

"Zorry about zat.", Mole said apologetically, adjusting his shovel so that it didn't stab Kyle so much.

Kyle just gave Mole a funny look.
"What are you taking a -shovel- to school for, anyway? Stab teachers? Dig out?"

"No, zilly, it for hitting ze teachers, and possibly zdudents over ze head in my excape.
It iz imperative zat I hit hard enough to cause amnesia, no one muzt know what my plan iz."

Kyle seemed to con cider this for a moment, before an expression of fear crossed his face.
"If no one may know about your plan, doesn't that mean.."

"Yez, it doez."

There was no time for Kyle to scream as the cold metal connected with his head

A/N Again: No, Kyle is not dead. But there, is The Mole for you. I plan on doing a Cartman or Kenny chapter next, we shall see how I feel.
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