Author's Notes: There's not much sports action in this chapter because I wanted the conversations to be the main focus in this chapter. Keep track of the dates in this story – it may help you figure out what Kyle is talking about in this chapter...and that's all I'll say on the matter, but for now in this chapter...

Summary: It's School Sports-Day and a newly-confident Miles goes into the day-long series of games with very little fear. But as always...there just has to be some who try to ruin the day for certain people.

Bugman

6th December 2029

Miles' POV

If I'm being honest, it does seem a little wierd having the Sports Day in December since IT IS only a few weeks before the beginning of Hannukuh, but I guess the weather's playing a major part in why the school organised it at this time. It's kinda wierd how around this time, it seems to only snow and be really cold around about the last week of December and just as it reaches the new year. Other than that, it fairly sunny and mild...but at least it's not freezing cold – I would NEVER approve of doing sports outisde in nothing but a polo shirt and shorts. Then again, all the kids who are taking part are wearing exactly the same thing, so they'd freeze their butts off just like me if that were the case.

I am the ex defender,
They let me out in the summer.
I think I was in a coma,
I didn't know what to do - oh no.

"Miles, son...I'm so proud of you – a few months ago I didn;t think you'd want to take part, but now...I'm so glad you found the confidence to do so." Dad says as him and Pops stand by me and Daniel to give their usual final-thoughts and good-lucks before we have to go off to prepare for the first games/sports.

"Well I would have taken part even if I was STILL nervous...I had no choice. But yeh...I guess now I'm kinda confident with not looking an idiot out there."

"Let's hope you can win a few sports out there – I'll be rooting for you from the crowds."

"Woah dad...don't think I'm some kind of super athlete just coz' I'm confident and stuff. Point that at my brother..."

"Awww, bro...don't say that." Daniel laughs. "I'm sure you'll do just fine...but remember, I'm ging for the win in the individual sports, so remember that."

"Just make sure you two play safe and fair – no cheating." Pops reminds us – like we'd ever do something like THAT.

"OK, we promise." I reply to which our parents give us both embrassing hugs right in the middle of the open field...great...I bet EVERYONE can see this. "Alright...make sure you root us on."

"Of course we will." Dad ensures us...and with that said...me and Daniel walk off down and across the field to meet up with Josh and Laura whom are both receiving their final good-lucks from their dad.

"Right...now how many diahorrea tablets do you want me to slip into their orange juice during refreshments?" "Uncle" Kenny jokes with us as he sees me and Daniel walk up.

"DAD..." Laura replies – obviously embarassed by her dad's ridiculous bursts of humor. "Anyway...how are you FEELING today Dan...feeling confident?"

"Uh...huh..." Oh God, here we go again.

"Well...of course...you won't be so cruel as to beat little old me in the mixed-races, will you?"

"Oh errr...ummmmm...I dunno." Peh...Laura's got Daniel in one of those love-trances again. Obviously, Daniel's too caught-up in that thing again that he's SO gunna let Laura win all the games him and her are in at the same time. I wish I could stop this stupidity by winning, but that's never gunna happen. "But...hey...Laura...you look great in that PE uniform of yours."

"Heh...it's the same as yours dude." Josh reminds us. "Well...it would be if you had it in female version...but then again..."

"Shut up Josh." Daniel snaps out and replies back – making Josh smirk and express a little smirk.

"Hey...check THIS out boys and girls..." "Uncle" Kenny picks out what looks like a little device with small buttons on it. "Before anybody could spot me, I planted a little sound effects machine in the bushes next to an area around some of the racetracks and sport areas."

"Oh dad..."

"Ha ha...and when the kids are lining up to take part...methinks I'll have a little fun with this little devive of mine."

"DAD...do you REALLY have to do that."

"Ah relax sis...hey dad, do you have a fart button on there, ha ha?"

"Gas fart...or wet fart?"

"Surprise me."

"Oh trust me, you WILL be surprised when you hear them when you lot are over there."

"Uncle Kenny...please...don't put us off when we're over there...please." I ask – knowing that any unannounced sounds even if they are from Uncle Kenny, would put me off and make me look stupid.

"Alright Miles...I won't do it...MUCH...ha ha."

"Oh I can't wait until the beginning of races when we have to take those daft kneeling positions..." Josh smirks. "...one minute they'll be taking their marks...the next minute...they'll be wondering who had the bad buritos the other night."

"And trust me...there are plenty of farts to go around today." "Uncle" Kenny finishes with a joke before giving Laura and Josh the final "good-lucks" and quite possibly advice on how to trip kids over during races. He then e walks off to take his delux-private seat in the crowd with that small device cleverly hidden in his trouser pocket. Eeeeesh...I'm so glad Dad and Pops aren't like HIM – even if he DOES make me laugh with all the stuff he comes up with.

Kyle's POV

"You sure they'll both be alright out there...what if they hurt themselves or what if something happens to them and everyone starts laughing at them...look at all these people here Kyle...what if..."

"Stan...relax...nothing's gunna happen...they'll be fine."

"I hope so...I have faith in Daniel – I'm sure he'll do good. But what if Miles starts worrying and then that leads to..."

"I don't think that'll EVER happen – you saw his face when we were coming up here this morning, he looked so confident and ready for it. Trust me Stan...the boys will be FINE."

"Yeh...yeh I guess you're right." Phew...glad that's sorted – I don't want Stan worrying for a full hour-and-a-half over the boys. Well anyway...it's time to move on to more important matters.

"Right...I gotta go take care of some minor business at the headquarters...won't be long."

"But Kyle, you'll miss the beginning and..."

"Don't worry, I'll only be a minute. Do us a lovely favour and find our private seats in the crowd – I'll be up before they get underway."

"OK...whatever you say – make sure you get back in time."

"I will." And with that, we give each other a quick kiss and go our own ways – Stan towards our seats and me...towards the woods-section of the school around the corner from where the crowds are gathering. It's a good thing I didn't over-do it with a full-blown suit today for me and Stan for more than one good reason. It's fine enough in just a shirt and jeans because of the weather we're having, but it'll also help me blend in with the dimness of the wooded area as soon as I find a perfect spot to stop for a minute. Finally, out of sight from everybody and away from the main crowd, I find the school's area of benches and outdoor tables and decide to sit down.

I guess this is a good time for me to test out my new cellphone – and believe me, it IS new - $9,500 NEW and it is THE best phone out there on the market even though only 12 of these exist in the whole World. I place the slim shiny black device on the table and gently touch the front screen. It quickly glows to life, does its little intro jingle and THEN, the glowing blue hologram menu pops up right in front of me.

"Right...errrr...how do I work this thing again?" I only read the manual for this thing last night when I was in bed, so I doubt I would have remembered much from a quick look-through. I roll my finger into the section that glows 'Address Book' and almost instantly, it disintegrates and reintegrates within a second to my address book page. After a few more of these odd effects, I finally choose the number I was looking for in the first place. Attaching the blue-tooth thing I have shoved in my pocket, the electronic ring buzzes and finally, the signal receiver on the other end picks up. My quick lil' conversation of a 'request' can begin.

"Good afternoon...this is Kyle Marsh-Broflovski – Resident ID ASC1...Passcode...78953..." I'm not really a fan of automated AI answering calls to start-off with, but at least this one works. Finally...it transfers me through to a human receiver. "Good afternoon..." I say again – to which the voice on the other end tries to keep focus. From past experience, talking to the one and only Kyle Marsh-Broflovski even on the phone can be a pleasant surprise. "I have an important and high-priority request I'd like you to fulfill...yes...yes, for the estate over there I have...Id like to have it ready and made for our arrival – best service to it as possible, please...When for?..." The question makes me smile...and why not – the answer I'm about to give him always brings a smile to my face. "...30th May..." Ah yes...I'll never forget THAT day. "...the secondary estate? Yes...yes I'd like being set and made as well...how many? First estate...four...second estate...three...yes...alright then, thanks a lot...OK...and you too...bye..." And it is with that, that I end the call and the smile raises upon my face again. IT'S ALL SET...now all I have to do is wait and hopefully keep it secret for another 5 and a bit months. I have the location and residence ready...and soon my transport will finally arrive as well for me to check-over and sign. YES...everything will be perfect...

Meanwhile...

Daniel's POV

Looks like we're all set to start. We're over at our first sport which is basicaly just a simple obstacle course. Y'know, the usual stuff – run, crawl, run again, skip, run some more, climb, run AGAIN and again so forth for 3 laps. It's only small so I should win this fairly easy. That is, if the teachers haven't prepared any "surprises" during this to put us off somehow.

"Hey, where's dad?" Miles asks in the lane next to me. I look over to the crowd which by nw have already taken their place across the recess ground and way over on the other side of the field next to the wooded part. "I can't see him anywhere." Finally, I spot Dad sitting in what looks like a higher VIP-like area in the seating area...but there's no sign of Pops anywhere.

"Don't worry bro...he's probably dealing with sumin work-based...he'll be here, trust me."

Miles finally takes his worry away from where Pops is and prepares himself for the first sport of today's competition as he warms up like the rest of us. From lanes 5 to 2, it goes Josh, Alex, Miles and then me...whoever's in lane 1 hasn't turned up in his lane yet and one of the PE teacher's is already making his way over to the track we're standing in with...oh Christ...

"God, I hope I don't make a fool of myself." Miles breaks me away from my focus.

"Huh?"

"I mean...look...I'm confident and up-for-this and stuff but...I don't wann trip or hurt myself or...or...y'know...make people laugh at me."

"Miles...no one's gunna...laugh at you." Alex replies first before I do. "All you can do is...try your best...and...keep focus. But, jeez...I mean it sure would be...awful soar to see you...trip or...y'know...hurt yourself. Tell yer' what...want me to go slower so that you don't...finish last?"

"What? Alex...NO...I'm not desperate to NOT finish last – you don't have to do that. If I finish last, I finish last...at least I'll know I've tried my best."

"Oh...OK...I just...y'know...didn't wanna let you feel bad if you...finished last, that's all." And to think...I was actually gunna suggest that too.

"I appreciate it dude but...I don't wanna be treated any different to anybody else in this case."

You go hang around go 'round,
I'll watch myself, hang on - look out for the Bugman.
You go hang around…around,
I'll watch myself, hang out - look out for the Bugman.

With that done, I look back at the teacher to see he's being talked to slash bribed by that fat-ass Roger. And God...if there were ever an eye-soar...it would be Roger in his PE kit.

As he takes his place in Lane 1, even the walking over has tired him out slightly as I can hear him breathe heavily through that fat, spotty, chubby face of his.

"Well well well...I didn't think you'd have the courage to even step out let alone get to the track fagling." Here we go again. "Hoping your just-as-faggy bro's gunna give you a head-start – not that it matters, fags never win races."

"Shut up fat-fuck..." Miles answers back. "Least I'm not out of breath even before the race's begun."

"I'll tell you...I...was...practicing...to beat your faggy ass...in this race."

"Roger...just keep quiet and keep your tubby face focused on the race. In fact...why don't you do us all a favour and forfeit – go back and go stuff yer' face near the buffet table like you were doing when you got here, you fat waste-of-space."

"...FAGS...I'll...beat you both..." That's a clear sign that Roger lacks the intelligence to reply back with something more offensive, so he just replies by calling us both 'Fags' – nothing new there then.

Anyway...the teacher's made his way to the side.

"Good luck to all 8 of you..." He raises the little gun. "On your marks..." We get into the crouching-position. "GET...SET..." Raised and ready..."...GO!" We're off...

Meanwhile...

Stan's POV

"There you are..." I call to Kyle as he makes his way into his seat next to me. "...you missed the start – where've you been and what exactly have you been doing..." He slowly sits down on his comfy seat and looks at me.

"Oh...just a little business matter to attend to – people can't give even me a goddam day off from running the business just to see my kids take part in a Sports Day."

"Well are you done?"

"Yeh...now we can enjoy watching how our boys get on."

"Good..." Finally...me and Kyle together can watch the day's competition without any problems. We watch the boys do their first lap around and I go to pick up my drink of orange juice from my seat's cup-holder. (ha, our seats have cup-holders when other people have their hands as cup-holders) Suddenly, just as I go to move the cup back to quench my thirst, I feel a fist shot up from the bottom of the cup and the entire plastic cup of juice falls out and splashes down onto my trousers. "Aww...awwwww...goddam it."

Kyle looks at me in that 'Ah jeez' look and we both look forward at the back of the person who's fists and whole arms were raised.

"Yeh...go...son...beat those...kids for us...no faggots are gunna beat my boy." The large 'wide' man sat in front us and just on a slightly lower level cries in a chubby voice – smoking a ciggarette and drinking what looks like a cup of beer. Huh...I didn't even know the school was supplying alcohol for adults. Either way... I can sense that this guy is gunna be quite an annoyance for me and Kyle while we sit here.

I got no scent of existence,
I know the nodding dogs.
I go out in the city,
I stay away from the bugs - oh yeah.

"Ummmm...excuse me..." I tap the man's shoulder to which he spins around with a smoke hanging by his mouth and a cup full of beer in one hand. "Would you mind...calming down and watching where you raise your arms, sir. You knocked my cup of juice and...well...it ended up on ME...so could you..."

"HEY...don't tell me...where t' put mah' arms and whole...bod'ah...I'll...put them...where the fuck I wan'..."

"Yeh...but you..."

"Hang on...I know you two..." His fat-chuuby vice turns slightly annoyed all of a sudden. "YOU..." He points to Kyle much to Kyle's surprise. "You're that...stupid GODDAM JEW who owns the TV, aren't yer'?"

"Hey...do you know that's disrespectful, sir...I may be Jewish...but I don't OWN the TV. I may run the KBSM network, but I certainly don't "own" it."

"SHAH 'AP...this...is why I think...I don't deserve...to pay tax to watch...TV...because I'm given it...to stupid goddam Jews...like YOU...who control everything...around us. Goddam...I hate Jews – especially faggy Jews like you and your faggy...husbah'nd." Now that was awful.

"How dare you..." Kyle replies in what sounds like a build-up to an annoyed voice. "...and this is why I don't like heartless, careless over-weight monsters like yourself – you've got NO RESPECT for other people..." I sense a huge back-lash from Kyle here. "So what if I'm gay and I'm Jewish...that gives you no right to discriminate against my...OUR...sexuality and religion."

"Don't teh'me...how to ff'ink..." He starts shoving a thick-stacked burger into his wide mouth. "I mm nah gahwa...sta..hhre...aa...istn t' 'is buh-cwap...tha'...uu...two...FAGS...are guaa gi' meh'..." As he goes on...me and Kyle simply look at each other – both with confused looks at this man's idiocy...and with annoyed looks at this man's rudeness. He finsihes scoffing down his burger and belches right in his faces to add even more insult. "And...just watch...my boy...is gunna beat your faggy sons in ALL these competitions – especially your lil' Jew-Fagling of a son down there – just watch."

I slowly look over to Kyle to see that now that that fat bastard has finally turned around, Kyle is gritting his teeth and his holding his drink of orange juice in his hand as if he's about to..."Kyle...no...just leave him...he's not even worth our attention..." Kyle looks at me, cools down slightly and finally puts his cup back in its holder. Before we can look back again to see the end bit of the boys' first race, Kyle looks at me again. "But one more sound from that guy..." I look down at the phone in his hands. "...he's out of here." And Kyle has that kind of power...and the men to do so. Ah well...for this guy's sake, let's just hope that's the end of his pathetic out-burst.

2 and a bit Hours later...

The digital score-board which is displaying the competion's scoring for the boys' Top 5 displays the following.

Event 19 End:

Daniel M-B - 142

Mark S – 140

Scott A – 139

Alex S-H – 126

Josh M – 103

Miles, despite going into this competition positive and confident, has only managed to score 48 points. But like he's always told me throughout the day, it's the taking part that's counted and not the winning, and he's right. But in my case...I'm going for the win. All I need is 1 more point and I've won the competition. Unfortunately, the last game...is...baseball...and just like all the other team-based games so far in the competition, you get 3 points each for a win, 1 for a draw and 0 for a defeat so it's trying to avoid defeat that's the key here. Me, Miles, Alex and Josh along with all the other boys for our section have had to change into our baseball kit under orders and rules from the school. We're divided into two teams of ten. Us four along with six others make up one team...and nine others plus Roger make up another team.

"One point and I'm there..." I keep telling myself there. "Draw or win...draw or win...DON'T lose..."

10 Minutes Later

The 2nd half of the 5th and final over and our team are batting with me about to bat again. Only me and Miles remain for our team and we're 9-7 down overall. Just TWO runs and we'll make it for a draw at least. I don't care if we'd still be playing – I'll punch the air with delight if we get to the 9 run mark whilst we're still playing.

You go hang around go 'round,
I'll watch myself, hang out - look out for the Bugman.
You go hang around…around,
I'll watch myself, hang out - look out for the Bug……man.

Miles waits behind me for his turn. I take my position – bat behind me and ready to swing. The boy in the centre stares at me and get sready to throw. He does so...and Roger, one the outside catchers tries to put me both, but in turn, puts his own team-mate off to which it's classed as a 'No-Ball'. Second time...he throws it – trying to put me off with one of them angled throws...but I quickly change my position and swing the bat forward. The ball flies far into the air and I begin sprinting to 1st base. I watch as the ball goes way over and too far to see – further adding humor as I see Roger pathetically running...or trying to run...after the ball. 2nd base...3rd base...and YES...one of the two required runs is there. The crowd cheers and I look at the score-board – 9-8...just ONE more.

The Bug...man.

Miles steps up and picks up the bat I flung onto the floor. He steps up and positions himself. The boy in the centre throws it. "Strike One..." Miles was too slow to react that time. Here comes the second throw...Miles swings...but misses. "Strike Two..." Ah jeez...if he misses this, I'll have to HOPE that I hit a long one to make it 'round in one go. Here comes the throw...YES...Miles hits it – not much, but it's a hit. He only makes it to 1st base but it's better than being struck out. I go forward again and pick up the bat. Miles looks at me as he places himself as far as he can go forward from the centre of the 1st base, ready to go. The ball comes towards me and I hit it – not powerfully, but enough for Miles to make it back by himself. I begin running – switching between where Miles is and where the ball is to keep track. I see Miles running for the final base to make it 9-all. I watch the ball as it's thrown from one team-mate to another. I see Roger looking at me and then at Miles. Suddely, he snatches the ball from his team-mate and throws it. And to my horror, Roger doesn't throw it at the final base to catch Miles out...but instead...he throws it at MILES himself. The speedy hard leather-ball catches Miles on the chest and he collapses onto the ground. "MILES!" I cry in horror. One of the fielders picks it up...and catches Miles out. My shock keeps me from getting my attention back as the ball is thrown my way and the 3rd base keeper catches it to catch me out too. We're all out...game over...the crowd appluad and cheer but I still stand in dis-belief at what's just happened. But the fact of the matter is as clear as day. 9-8...we've lost. And then...the first 3 places get shown on-screen.

Event 20 End:

1st Mark S – 143

2nd Scott A – 142

3rd Daniel M-B – 142

I can't believe it...I've lost...WE'VE lost.

The Bug-Bug-BUG...MAN!

"Daniel...DANIEL..." Alex cries me over to which I run over to where Alex, Josh and a few others in my team are seeing to Miles.

"Miles...MILES...you OK?"

"Oh God...my stomach...it hurts."

"HEY..." I yell over to the teacher who's in charge. "That's a serious foul on a player, that can't be allowed..."

"Sorry...game's over..."

"WHAT?!" I say with a scowl.

"I wasn't looking anyway...I didn't see what happened, sorry."

"Sorry...SORRY?! We've just lost the game...I've lost my 1st-place finish...and my BROTHER has just been injured in the stomach with a leather baseball...and you're SORRY!?!"

"Hey...it's only a game."

But before I can express my anger at THAT pathetic excuse of a reply...everything suddenly kicks off. Alex picks Miles up...Roger laughs and taunts Miles for what happened...Roger also taunts me for not winning and finishing in 3rd place...and then...just like what happened in PE...Miles launches forward and punches Roger full-on in the face. A fight starts and every boy and teacher around are in and around to watch or stop this from going any further. I can see the crowd from a distance running over to either help or get simple amusement from this – no doubt Dad & Pops are sprinting over right now to deal with not only the fight...but the absolute un-fairness...no...the foulness...NO...the evil in this cheating and what exactly has happened. I simply look on – the crowd too big for me to get through and into the middle of to help Alex pull Miles away. There's nothing I can do...except...watch.

Space is the place – SPACE IS the place.

Space is the place – space IS the place.

I don't know what to do – everything has suddenly just turned on its head. I look to my left and walk over to the seating area. Taking off my matching baseball cap, I move my hands through my long black-hair, look down, place my hands across my forehead and then in the end, lean my whole head in my hands. The only thing I say...is..."Oh God..."...WHY?!

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Author's Comments: As you can tell by now, I'm really going to make you want to hate Roger and his family for what they do and say in this story. And trust me, it gets worse. But enough about the nastiness of those...people...the next few chapters are going to make-up for what's happened by being FULL of positives and exciting things. Figured out the importance with the date and what Kyle said, yet? Well, don't worry...the next chapter will reveal all...