Disclaimer: I do not own South Park, I am only borrowing the characters to play with

Summary: People spend their lives searching for their elusive soul mate. They have yet to realise that a true soul mate, a love that truly spans time is a myth, a painful lie.

At least that's what Kyle Broflovski thought. Slash.

Author's Notes: This fanfic will be written as part of Nanowrimo 2015. It will be finished even if I don't finish Nanowrimo. It is plotted out.

It has not been beta'd, it is a first draft and should be read as such. If anyone is interested in beta'ing the fic please let me know.

I will be endeavouring to update daily, if not expect an update every few days.

Wish me luck! Feel free to join me, or add me on the nanowrimo website. My username is "hitthebooks".

I should also mention that apart from Token/Kyle there will be Tophlovski. Not sure what will be end game yet...

Please review and let me know what you think.


Stan,

I am currently in New York, about to board a plane to London. Yes, you read that right, London. I wanted to let you know before you heard it from anyone else. So don't be mad.

I wanted to tell you last night, but you got distracted and well, I couldn't just hang around. As much as I don't want to sound like a dick, that's pretty much what happened.

Don't be mad though, no one knows yet, not even my parents.

I just needed an out. I'll send you an email in a few days once I'm settled. Alternatively when would be a good time to Skype? Keep in mind I'm now seven hours in the future.

Talk to you soon.

Kyle.

Chapter Two – Freedom

Kyle Broflovski felt freer than he had in years.

After almost fourteen hours of travel, eleven of those in the air, Kyle had finally arrived. He had made his way through customs, answering their slightly ridiculous questions with a bright grin on his face. He had finally made it to London. After walking past the "Welcome to the United Kingdom" signs he made his way through the crowd to the shuttle. After a jam-packed ride the shuttle dropped him at Paddington station, from there he caught the Bakerloo line to Piccadilly Circus where his hostel was. When he had finally checked into his eight man dorm, he let out a large sigh of relief.

He had made it.

Kyle claimed bunk seven as he had been directed and unpacked his suitcase into the small locked trunk he had been provided. If this was to be his home for the next four weeks he was going to attempt to make himself as comfortable as possible. He grabbed a towel and a change of clothes before deciding to make his way to the shared showers. He ducked out of his room, feeling for the key in his pocket before closing the door behind him.

It was late afternoon, so the hostel was quiet. Kyle found the showers easily, he stripped off quickly and turned the water on, waving his hand under as he adjusted the taps to the right temperature. As he stepped into the warm flowing water his muscles began to ache with joy, the hours of travel had clearly taken their toll. He slowly began to wash himself, relishing the feel of his hands massaging his scalp. He would allow himself this small joy before he finally called home to let his family know where he was. When he would face the wrath of his mother.

Kyle bought himself a large cup of black coffee, he slowly inhaled, reveling in that familiar coffee smell. It had only just turned three in the afternoon in London, he wanted to attempt to keep normal hours, to try and beat the jet lag before it set in. He had worked out it was about eight in the morning, his parents had probably not even noticed that he wasn't there. It was less than twenty four hours since he had graduated from high school, they probably assumed he had crashed at Stan's and wouldn't even expecting him home until later.

However Kyle didn't want to lie to them, he didn't want to keep this from them anymore than he already had. He knew his parents would be furious, his mother especially. Like a band aid he knew it would be better to get this over and done with sooner rather than later, before his mother had time to stew. He booted up his laptop and connected to the hostels free WiFi. He logged into Skype then took a large gulp of coffee before finally pressing the call button.

Then he waited.

'Yello,' Ike's familiar voice answered. 'What's cracking?

'Hey Ike,' Kyle smiled at his younger brother. 'Can you go get mom and dad.'

'Dude,' Ike laughed. 'How are you awake right now? I thought you'd be sleeping a hangover off at Stan's place. How wasted did you get last night?'

'Ike,' Kyle began, chuckling at his younger brother. 'I'm not at Stan's right now, can you please go get mom and dad. I'd like to see them before they head to work.'

'No probalo,' Ike said before turning around and shouting. 'Mom, Dad, Kyle's on Skype and he wants to talk to you.'

'Tell him we'll see him this evening,' Kyle could hear his mother's faint cry in the background. 'I'm making his favorite.'

'Did you hear that?' Ike rolled his eyes. 'Of course you heard that.'

'I'm pretty sure everyone in the street heard that,' Kyle laughed. 'But seriously though, grab them please.'

'Awww,' Ike pouted. 'But that's like effort. You'll see her this evening.'

'Ike,' Kyle pleaded, running his hand through his curls. 'They wont see me this evening.'

'You staying at Stan's?' Ike groaned. 'You know they were pissed when you didn't come home last night. But they accepted it because you're an "adult now"' Ike air quoted. 'You know you'll always be Mom's little baby.'

'Ike-' Kyke began. 'Please-'

'You know staying out of the house just make it worse,' Ike grinned. 'She'll get cranky if you don't come home soon. Well crankier than she already is-'

'Ike! Please,' Kyle snapped. 'I wont be home for a long time, I-I'm currently in London.'

'Dude!? London?' Ike burst out laughing. 'You can't be serious.'

'Just watch the screen,' Kyle picked up his laptop and walked it over to the hostel's window. Kyle thanked his impeccable timing as a bright red double deck-er bus zoomed past. 'See.'

'Okay...' Ike frowned, his eyes wide with shock. 'Mom is going to be so pissed.'

'I know,' Kyle moaned, sitting back down. 'Please, just go get her and dad.'

'Sure,' Ike said before disappearing from view.

Kyle continued to sip his coffee, blanching at the bitter taste. In the background of Ike's chat window he could hear muffled conversation. Mentally he braced himself, counting down to the inevitable screech his mother would let out when she realized Ike wasn't making it up. Five... Four... Three... Two... One...

'What, what, WHAT!?' Even halfway round the world his mother's scream made him shudder.

Kyle took a deep breath and then plastered a grin across his face. He listened as his mothers angry footsteps stomped up the stairs growing louder as she approached Ike's room. Finally she burst through the door and stormed in front of Ike's computer.

'Hello Kyle,' She began, her voice tense as she slowly eased herself into Ike's desk chair. 'Ike tells me you are currently residing in London.'

'Yes Mom,' Kyle began. 'I-'

'And this is when you'll tell me your younger brother has an over-active imagination,' His mother interrupted, her voice becoming sterner, angrier. 'That you couldn't have possibly found the money or the time to buy and organize an adult passport, plane tickets and made your way overseas in less than a day.'

'I applied for an adult passport the day I turned eighteen,' Kyle yelped, his face flushing red. 'I have been saving money for years.'

'So you planned this then,' she scowled. 'What were you thinking Kyle?'

'I felt trapped in South Park, I just needed to-' Kyle continued, his voice began to shake.

'Furthermore you are going to hop on another plane and head straight home,' His mother snapped, interrupting her son. 'And only once you've arrived safe and sound at home we will forget this ever happened.'

'Mom,' Kyle began, he looked up to see his father walking calmly into the room. 'I am not coming come.'

'Kyle,' His father sighed. 'Be reasonable, what about College?'

'I deferred,' Kyle began, ignoring his mothers strangled gasp. 'I'm not sure College is what I want to do with my life.'

'You're only eighteen,' his mother cried. 'We know what's best for you. That means going to College and studying towards a career.'

'Your mother's right Kyle,' his father began, laying his hand on his mother's shoulder and squeezing slightly. 'Think about your future-'

'You mean the future she had planned for me?' Kyle snapped.

'Kyle-'

'Where I trot off to law school, book in hand,' He began, his rage building steadily. 'Where I spend years studying to graduate top of my class. Did it even cross her mind that I don't want to be a lawyer?'

'Kyle,' his mother sighed. 'We just want what's best-'

'And once I am an attorney what then?' Kyle glared at the camera, before taking another gulp of his coffee. 'Get married? Have babies?'

'Well yes-'

'Did you even consider that fact that I am Gay mom?' Kyle continued, his voice growing louder. 'It's not a phase Mom. I wont be producing your grandchildren.'

'You can always adopt-'

'You never once, not once, acknowledged Token as my boyfriend,' Kyle shouted, his voice shaking with rage. 'We were together for two years.'

'Hah!' His mother cried triumphantly clinging to the single ray of hope she had. 'What does Token think of your little adventure? How could you abandon him?'

'He was the one who bought me the plane tickets,' Kyle grinned, his heart fluttered at the thought of Token. 'He encouraged me to do this.'

'What!?' his mother shrieked. 'He's such a nice boy, why would he do that?'

'He loves me Mom,' Kyle smiled gently. 'He wants me to be happy.'

'We love you,' she pleaded. 'We want you to be happy.'

'Then just let me do this one thing,' Kyle sighed, he felt his teeth run over his bottom lip. 'Please?'

'Kyle-' his mother began.

'Sheila-' his father said quietly. 'Maybe we should.'

'Mom,' Kyle begged. 'Please.'

'Sheila,' his father continued, placing a gentle kiss on his wife's ear. 'If he's worked for so long for this just let him have this. Please.'

Kyle breathed in deeply as he watched his mothers face contort. Rage, sadness, frustration and then acceptance. He let out a sigh of relief.

'Four weeks,' she chocked on the words. 'You have four weeks to give me a valid reason not to come and get you myself.'

'Thank you!' Kyle beamed, he was literally shaking with excitement. 'Seriously Mom-'

'I'm expecting weekly updates,' she cut him off, her tone firm. 'If we don't hear from you we will be on a plane immediately to collect you.'

'I understand,' Kyle agreed readily. 'I will keep you updated.'

'I mean it,' his mother said.

'I know you do,' Kyle replied, he knew she was deadly serious.

'Your father and I have to get to work now,' She sighed, forcing a small smile. 'Try and get some sleep, you must be exhausted.'

'I will,' Kyle smiled back, his was a little more genuine. 'Love you guys.'

'We love you too Kyle,' his parents replied before disconnecting the chat.

Kyle lent back in his seat and smiled. It

'So that was intense,' an unfamiliar british accent piped up.

Kyle looked up to see a pretty blonde girl standing across the room from him, she looked to be in her mid twenties. Her hair cropped into a sort pixie cut, her brow was pierced. She had a floral tattoo winding up her elbow disappearing under her batman T-shirt, her arms were crossed in front of her. She was grinning from ear to ear, flashing pearly white, incredibly straight teeth.

'Wha?' Kyle jumped, flailing slightly. 'You were listening to that?'

'Honey,' She flashed a smile at his as she walked towards him. 'I'm pretty sure half the street heard that.'

'Yeah,' He gulped. 'My Mom is-'

'Kind of loud?' She laughed, then took the seat opposite him offering her hand. 'Overbearing? I get that. Emily Reyes.'

'Kyle,' He responded, shaking her hand. 'Broflovski.'

'Nice to meet you Kyle,' Emily beamed. 'What brings you to sunny old England?'

'Escape mostly,' Kyle smiled shyly. 'Long story short, my mother has my whole life planned out for me, I felt trapped.'

'So you bolted?' She laughed.

'Yeah...'

'That's brave of you,' Her tone turned serious. 'Traveling alone.'

'Better than being stuck,' Kyle muttered. 'I could hardly breathe I felt so claustrophobic.'

'So what's your plan now?' Emily questioned. 'Now that you're free?'

'I've got a room here for about a month,' Kyle began, finishing off his coffee. 'I need to find a job and then somewhere to actually live.'

'How long are you planning on staying?' She continued to probe.

'As long as I can,' Kyle grinned. 'I have a twelve month working visa. Though I'd also like to see more of Europe while I'm here.'

'Hmmmn...' Emily hummed in agreement before locking her eyes with Kyle's. 'Can you mix a drink?'

'What?' he laughed. 'You mean like alcohol?'

'Yep,' Emily winked. 'We'll need to get you on a course as soon as possible.'

'Again,' Kyle rolled his eyes. 'What?'

'My sister manages a pub a few blocks away,' she continued, looking as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. 'She'll want you trained before she starts you.'

'Are you serious?' Kyle exclaimed. 'That would be amazing!'

'Of course I am,' Emily her grin wicked. 'She always needs more staff, they're always quitting, it's cause she's a terrible person.'

'Ah,' Kyle frowned.

'You'll be fine,' She winked. 'She's a teddy bear.'

Token,

Just a quick email to say I have arrived safely in London. Less than a few hours here and I already have a job offer so I am feeling rather smug right now.

Mom and dad reacted as expected, though Mom isn't on her way here so things went better than expected in that regard. No fleeing to another city to escape her wrath. They're giving me four weeks to show them that I can do this before they take me home.

I hope to God that this job works out so I have proof that I can make it on my own. Once I start working I'll begin to look for a flatmate or something.

I am missing you terribly and I will call you as soon as we can work out a time where we are both awake.

Love you,

Kyle

A week later Kyle had settled into life in London. He had explored the city a little, just to get his bearings, he would hold off on the actual tourism until he was settled. Emily, who it turns out worked at the hostels cafe, had taken Kyle under her wing. She had begun by dragging Kyle into completing a responsible service of alcohol course and a mixing course, two days of his life wasted. But well wasted as Emily had deemed him suitable for work and was dragging him into the doorway of her sisters bar. The bar, no pub he mentally corrected himself, wasn't as dingy as he was expecting. There was a large central bar in the middle of the room, the front of the room hard large, open windows. Against the windows were booths and tables of various sizes. On the far side of the room there was a large open area with what appeared to be a slightly raised stage.

'So what do you think of the place?' Emily smiled. 'Pretty cool right?'

'Yeah,' Kyle agreed, South Park had nothing like it. 'Pretty cool I guess.'

'Emily!' An aggressive British accent barked. 'Stop hanging in the doorway. Get inside or get out.'

'Sorry Chuck,' Emily called back, blushing. 'Just showing Kyle the place.'

'Ahh fresh meat,' Chuck called back, her laugh echoing through the empty room. 'Give me a moment and I'll come and have a taste.'

'I'm not a piece of meat,' Kyle scowled.

'Shut up,' Emily hissed back. 'And don't let her sense your fear!'

'What?' Kyle whipped his head to face his friend.

'Just ignore Emily,' Chuck laughed. 'Come here Kyle and introduce yourself properly.'

Kyle looked over to the bar, standing behind it was an identical copy of Emily. Well almost identical, Chuck's hair was long and drawn into a high pony tail and there were no apparent tattoo's or piercings Kyle could see. Emily grabbed his hand and proceeded to drag Kyle towards her sister.

'Are you-' He began.

'Twins?' Emily giggled, nudging the red head towards the bar. 'Why yes we are.'

'So Kyle,' Chuck glared at her sister before turning to the young man who was now in front of her. 'I'm Charlotte, Emily's older and far more superior sister.' She thrust a hand out for Kyle to shake, and he did so enthusiastically. 'Now Emily tells me you're looking for work?'

'Yeah,' Kyle began tentatively. 'I'm looking for anything, happy to work whatever hours I can.'

'That's great,' Chuck smiled. She pulled out a notepad and began to write. 'And Emily mentioned you've completed a bar tending course?'

'Yeah,' Kyle grinned. 'Spent the past two days learning to mix drink and serve them responsibly.'

'Excellent,' Chuck said, her pen moving quickly. 'How old are you?'

'Eighteen,' Kyle continued. 'My birthday is May 26th.'

'Awww,' She cooed, giggling slightly. 'Just a baby.'

'Shut up,' Kyle mumbled, his face flushing pink.

'Recently graduated then?' She continued brightly.

'Yeah,' Kyle said, continuing to grow redder. 'A week ago.'

'And you just decided to come out here?' Chuck frowned. 'What do your parents think? Do you have any sort of plans? How long are you planning on being here for?'

'Woah,' Kyle exclaimed, slightly startled at the questions poring from the older girls mouth. 'Calm down. Firstly at the moment my parents are not very happy with it. I have three weeks to prove to them I can get a job and find somewhere to stay, once I've done that they will calm down a little. Getting a job and finding a place, is pretty much my only plan for the moment. Eventually I'd like to see more of Europe. I'll be here for at least a year, longer if I have a reason to stay.'

'Okay,' Chuck sighed, she looked a little worried. 'I can help you with at least one of those goals, we definitely need new staff. Especially if you're willing to work nights into mornings. Finding somewhere to live may be a bit more difficult, but I can put some feelers out for you-'

'You don't have to,' Kyle interrupted. 'I can figure this stuff out for myself.'

'I get that,' Chuck began, fingering her long ponytail. 'But you're young and in an unfamiliar city. I'd prefer it if you'd let me help a little.'

'Thanks Chuck,' Kyle smiled at her. 'That's really nice of you.'

'No problems,' she grinned back at him. 'Though I prefer Charlotte, only Emily calls me Chuck.'

'Oh,' Kyle apologised. 'Sorry.'

'Chill Kyle,' Chuck, no Charlotte laughed. 'You didn't know. Emily just enjoys making me and others feel uncomfortable.'

'Hey!' Emily piped up, finally finding her voice. 'Just because I'm not involved in this conversation doesn't mean I can't hear you.'

'Eavesdropping is rude!' Charlotte sung playfully, she turned back to Kyle. 'So do you want a job?'

'Yes please,' Kyle moaned. 'I'm kinda desperate.'

'Not the worst reason someone has given me,' Charlotte joked. 'You're hired. Let me just go grab the paperwork, you can start in a few days.'

'Hooray!' Emily's voice floated into the conversation. 'Now lets go celebrate!'

Emily's version of celebrating was sitting Kyle down at his new place of employment and as soon as the pub opened, embarrassing him thoroughly in front of his soon to be colleagues. They all knew Emily and what she was like, they were all polite to Kyle and laughed off his nervousness telling him he'd be fine. Most importantly, they made him feel welcome.

He and Emily also spent the time trading stories of their childhoods and what had bought them both to London. He discovered that Emily and Charlotte were twenty five, and had moved to London from Portsmouth after their parents passed away. Charlotte had spent her inheritance on the pub while Emily was still spending hers on whatever took her fancy. Her most recent purchase was currently splayed across the table between herself and Kyle.

'Tarot cards Emily,' Charlotte had laughed, rolling her eyes and she handed them free drinks. 'Really?'

'I am an incredibly spiritual person Chuck,' Emily cooed, gathering the cards and shuffling them. 'I was just about to do a reading for Kyle.'

'Uh thanks,' Kyle began, taking a sip of the ale Charlotte had placed in front of him. 'But no thanks.'

'Come on,' Emily pleaded, shuffling the deck again. 'You're about to embark on a new adventure, what better time than this to do a reading?'

'It's pure nonsense,' Charlotte scoffed before turning to walk away. 'Don't do it Kyle.'

'Yes do it Kyle,' Emily sung her grin growing wider. 'If it really is nonsense what have you got to lose?'

'Emily,' Kyle sighed.

'Plleeaassee,' Emily begged. 'Just one little six card read?'

'No,' Kyle rolled his eyes. 'Not interested.'

'Four?' Emily continued. 'Two?

'Can you even do a reading with two cards?' Kyle questioned.

'If it's nonsense you can,' Emily smirked. 'What's the harm of two little cards?'

'Fine,' Kyle groaned. 'Two cards. Just let me shuffle the cards myself.'

'I'll let you shuffle and draw,' Emily winked handing him the deck. 'Shuffle and draw when you're ready.'

Kyle lazily shuffled the deck, then handed them to Emily. Emily placed the deck on the table and then dragged the cards into an even spread. She motioned silently for Kyle to draw his first card, he picked one from the center of the pile at random, the six of cups. He watched as Emily grabbed her tarot book and started to flick through the pages.

'Pick another Kyle,' She murmured, nodding from him to the cards. 'Can't do a reading without a complete set.'

'Fine,' Kyle muttered. This time Kyle picked a card from closer to the left side of the spread, Justice.

'Now lets see what this means,' Emily said, trying to make herself sound as mysterious as possible. 'What does your fate have in store for you.'

Kyle sipped his beer as Emily searched through the tarot book for her answers.

'Aha!' Emily cried triumphantly. 'You're going to find your soul mate.'

'My soul mate?' Kyle scoffed, raising an eyebrow.

'Your soul mate,' Emily continued, running her fingers down the edge of the book. 'Your soul bond? Whose soul is bound to yours?'

'Emily,' Kyle moaned. 'I know what a soul mate is.'

'Well according to your reading, you're about to find yours,' Emily gleamed, snapping the book shut. 'The six of Cups and the Justice card represent two souls who have come together to find harmony. It also means you were probably lovers in a past life or something.'

'Soul mates?' Kyle rolled his eyes. 'And reincarnation? Really Emily, do you really believe what you're trying to sell?'

'Of course I do,' Emily bit back. 'Don't you want to find your soul mate Kyle? The one person who completes you? Who you are meant to be with for all eternity?'

'I know people spend their lives searching for their elusive "soul mate",' Kyle continued. 'But soul mates are a myth. It is far more likely that people settle down with those they are compatible and happy with.'

'Wow Kyle,' Emily sighed. 'That's a bleak outlook. Don't you want a little passion in your life? A little romance?'

'It's a realistic view,' Kyle snapped.

'Calm down Kyle,' Emily frowned. 'I was only joking.'

'Okay,' Kyle grimaced. 'Sorry for snapping, clearly I've had a little to much to drink.'

'It's all good,' Emily giggle. 'Free beer does wonders for the soul. Besides Kyle, I bet you one day you'll meet someone who will make you eat those words.'

'I'm sure I will,' Kyle agreed. 'But they wont be my soul mate.'

'Wait and see Kyle,' Emily grinned. 'One day you will fall head over heals for someone and you will be absolutely certain that they're the only one for you.'

'Sure Emily,' Kyle smirked at her, rolling his eyes. 'Sure I will.'

Little did he know how right she was. For somewhere in the vast city of London was Kyle's soul mate, just waiting to be found.


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