Authors notes: Damn I can't believe I finished the first one and I'm trying my hand at this one........I still think I suck at writing but oh well. Why did so many people ask who the guy was? The pairing is right there. *point's up* Oh well. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"That is pathetic," a new, soft voice whispered in his ear. Kyle's eyes widened, he knew that voice, it was vaguely familiar. Before he could turn around to see who it was, two strong arms rapped around his huddled shoulders and in circled his chest.

Kyle gasped and held his breath. 'What the fuck?' his brain uttered over and over. There was a guy, an unknown guy at that, hugging him! 'What the fuck?!' Why the hell was this guy hugging him? A large pain started to form in his chest, and it grew in size every second. The person behind him smiled, Kyle could feel the shift of skin on his neck.

"You have to breath some time silly," the voice was lower this time, it's tone had changed to almost amusement. Slowly Kyle let his breath out slowly, and the pain vanished almost instantly. 'Silly? Who the hell calls people silly in this day and age?'

"What the hell are you doing?" Kyle's voice was horse from cold, and came out shaken.

"Keeping you warm," the voice moved closer to Kyle's ear, tickling the fine hairs. The red head blushed slightly.

"You're hugging me." Despite his newfound warmth, which was slowly starting to spread through out his body, that be found he enjoyed, Kyle was actually getting rather annoyed. Strange men hugging him in the middle of the park was not the most comforting of thoughts.

"Body heat is one of the best ways to prevent hypothermia," the voice said in that know-it-all voice. "Especially if applied to the spine and neck."

God that voice sounded familiar, he knew it. It had some sort of an accent, but the voice was too soft, Kyle couldn't get a fix on it. He slowly tried to turn his head, but the angle was almost impossible to see anything. Kyle looked down at the arms that were still around him, they were covered in a black jackets and damn they were strong. Kyle felt a small heat rise to his cheeks again. Ok enough.

"Who the hell are you?" Kyle almost growled. He felt another smile from the other person on the back of his neck.

"Wow, you don't even remember me?" This time the voice was in normal pitch, and not a soft whisper. Kyle's eyes flew wide-open, he recognized the voice. It couldn't be, could it? "You must have many boys die in your arms then."

The grip on him loosed slightly and Kyle was able to turn his head, to be met with soft brown eyes, looking back at him. "Mole?" he almost gasped out.

"You remember, I'm touched." The arms around Kyle disappeared, and a cold chill returned. Still wide-eyed Kyle turned around. Standing before him was a tall brown haired boy, who was wearing mostly black, except for his brown pants. Indeed it was Mole. He looked almost exactly the same as Kyle remembered him, thick and messy brown hair, dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep, and those deep brown eyes. The Mole smiled at him and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it.

Kyle blinked a few times. "But...but your dead!"

Mole tilted his head as he took a drag from his cigarette. "Yes my mother thinks the same thing when I smoke around her too."

"No! You died! I saw you! You were in my arms!" Kyle's voice was border line hysteric from the situation.

"And for some reason I woke up." Mole shrugged and leaned against one of the bars holding the swing in place. "Don't ask me how, because I don't know."

Kyle mentally smacked himself. Everyone who died woke up after the war was over, Mole would have been no exception. After a moment of uncomfortable silence Kyle asked, "What are you doing here Mole?"

"Christophe," he said simply.

"What?"

"Christophe," he took another drag of his cigarette.

"What's that?" Kyle looked at him confused.

"My name, it's Christophe. 'The Mole' is my alias."

"Oh I see." Kyle felt stupid. "Well what are you doing here?"

"Walking." he said simply again. Kyle was getting pissed off.

"Are you always this cryptic?"

"No," Christophe smirked at him. "But I am when I can be. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at that dance?"

"I didn't...hey wait a minute, how did you know there was a school dance? You don't go to South Park high, I would have seen you."

"I'm home schooled if you must know." He said sort of sarcastically, "And it's hard not to know about that stupid dance when all the yuppie preppy bastards are fussing about it. It's very annoying."

"You don't seem like the type to hang around with 'preppy people'," Kyle shifted in the swing to get a better look at Christophe. "So I'm not sure how you heard about it."

"And you don't seem the type to be sitting in a park at night when the temperature is below freezing." Christophe smirked at him again. "And yet here you are, we get amazed everyday."

Kyle narrowed his eyes at Christophe. "I was at the dance but I left, I can't drive yet so I was walking home." He turned away from the older kid.

"You didn't have a ride?"

'Why the hell does he care?' "My ride is still at the dance."

"Let me guess, you didn't have a date." Christophe took the cigarette out of his mouth and snuffed it out on the ground.

Kyle gave a snort. "That's none of your damn business!"

"Touché," Christophe walked in front of Kyle and looked him in the face. "It's nothing to be ashamed of really, your just the only one not getting laid. Wait maybe you should be ashamed."

That did it, Kyle had had enough. "Look you asshole..." Standing up from the swing, Kyle had forgotten why he hadn't moved in the first place. His legs gave out almost instantly and he fell forward. Kyle shut his eyes and put his hands out expecting to hit the cold, hard ground, but was quite surprised when he hit something soft and warm. Christophe once again had his arms around Kyle, only this time they were face to face. The red head felt himself blush when he looked up at Christophe's amused face.

"You always this clumsy?" the French ascent made his voice seem like a purr.

"Um...sorry," Kyle stumbled over his words and his feet as he tried to stand up by himself. Christophe held him up as he slowly regained his balance, and was able to pull away. The older boy just smirked when he let Kyle go, and reached for another cigarette.

"It's hard for your blood to circulate when it's cold." he lit the cigarette. "Just sitting there was not helping."

Kyle looked down embarrassed again. "Yeah, thanks."

Christophe blew a little smoke in Kyle's face, causing him to cough a little. "Not a problem." With that he turned and started to walk way.

"Hey! Wait a sec," Kyle called after him, his body already starting to shiver from the chill. "Where are you going?"

With out stopping or looking back, Christophe called to him. "I'm giving you a ride home. So hurry up."

Kyle stood dumbfounded. "You're giving me a ride?"

"Is there a echo? Yes, now hurry up."