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...
The OC's are just to help with the plot, they will fade out as Kyle becomes more involved with Christophe and Gregory's actions.
Please review and let me know what you think.
Kyle,
So for the past week I've been texting you like crazy hoping to hear from you, especially as you had something you wanted to discuss with me the day after graduation, and there's no response, nothing. And then Eric Cartman tells me you're in London.
What the fuck man. I mean I have to find out from Eric Cartman that you somehow made your way to London? He was literally rolling on the floor laughing his ass off, he was reveling in the fact you were gone, there will probably be an anti-Kyle shrine erected in his backyard by the end of the week
Why didn't you tell me sooner? Or let me know that you wanted to talk about something serious? You know important doesn't exactly mean life changing in my head. Without even being in the country you're making me feel like a real jerk. The guy who didn't know his best friend was so unhappy he needed to leave South Park. If you told me maybe we could have gone together for a bit?
I mean thanks for the email dude, but you know I never read these things. It wasn't until it clicked in my head that you may have actually sent me an email I bothered to have a look. A week after you left I checked my email.
Anyway sorry it took me so long to respond, it's been a long week. Wendy and I broke up, and I think it's for real this time. Surprisingly enough I am okay with it. We both want to see other people at College and not feel guilty about it. Does that make me a bad person?
I guess not many people have had the sort of long term relationship I've had with Wendy. I mean we've been together since third grade, maybe it's time to move on? For real this time? I just feel that she's it for me, and I'm sick of feeling this way. Hopefully meeting and dating new people far away from her will fix it.
We're still planning on spending the summer break together, we'll do the friends with benefits thing for the next few weeks. Her suggestion, not mine. We're also planning on having one last big farewell, we're going camping together, somewhere on the east coast. Somehow Cartman and Kenny caught wind, so they'll be coming to. Just the four of us.
Wish you were here too.
Seven hours time difference huh? So it's like 8pm here so 3am there? Probably not a good time for you then. Have you got a job? Maybe once we're both working we can figure something out.
Write again soon, promise I'll check it regularly.
Stan
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Chapter Three – Connection
Kyle's first couple of shifts were incredibly uneventful. Charlotte had started him out on a Tuesday afternoon, wanting to ease him into things while there wasn't many customers around. He learned how to pour the perfect pint, which taps were most popular and therefore would likely to need rotating sooner, how frequently to scour the pub for empty glasses and how to handle basic food orders. His hours would be Tuesday to Saturday from three thirty pm till twelve thirty am with an hour for lunch. He was marked as a casual employee rather than full time, Charlotte apologized for this, saying it worked out better for her as she couldn't really afford payed leave. She did promise him if he wanted to take a break to travel for a bit there would always be a job waiting for him when he returned. Kyle was cool with that.
Wednesday he was rostered on with Daniel, a burly man only a few years older than Kyle. He was dark skinned and had a sense of humor to match. He shadowed Kyle and offered assistance when he saw the boy was struggling. They got along rather well.
Wednesday was when he really learned the lay out of the pub, he could tell which floorboards dipped a little and where the holes in the carpets were. He had learned that one the hard way, when he tripped over and fell flat on his face, Daniel's deep laugh booming across the room. Luckily he wasn't carrying anything breakable then, the last thing he wanted was a trip to the hospital because he couldn't keep up with his own feet.
And then Thursday happened.
Kyle had just finished wiping down the tables after the post dinner rush. It had just turned eight o'clock when Emily ran through the door and threw her arms around the red heads shoulders. She was dressed in a short black skirt, a purple shirt which red 'Show me Grape' and short black boots.
'Kyle!' She squealed, the excitement was radiating off of her. 'How are things going?'
'Well it's only been what?' Kyle raised an eyebrow. 'Three days? So I can honestly say things have gone pretty smoothly, apart from some spectacular moments of clumsiness. Ask me again after I have worked here for a few weeks.'
'Bah,' Emily dismissed. 'Chuck says you're doing well enough. For a first timer.'
'Thanks,' a grin blossomed across the red heads face. 'Good to hear that. I've been a bit nervous, never worked in a bar before. Pub! I mean in a pub.'
'It's fine Kyle,' Emily laughed. 'You'll wrap your head around such a difficult Brittish term soon. You excited for tonight?'
'What's on tonight?' He questioned.
'Open mike night,' Emily groaned at him as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. 'Don't you read the posters in the bathrooms?'
'Uh,' Kyle blushed, his mind wandered. He remembered rough dates and times mentioned, but it all blurred together in the back of his mind. 'Clearly not?'
'So obviously Thursday's are open mike nights,' Emily sighed. 'But tonight is extra special. Tonight hot eye candy is performing.'
'Hot Eye Candy?' Kyle teased, slightly curious. 'Is that a band?'
'No,' Emily grinned, flushing slightly pink. 'Just a gorgeous hunk of blonde sex, aka Gregory Wilson, aka the man I will marry some day.'
'Okay,' he laughed. 'What does he play?'
'Keyboard,' she sighed. 'He writes his own compositions and plays them every other Thursday. Some night's we're lucky and he'll play us something new.'
'That does sound cool,' Kyle smiled. 'What are the other acts like.'
'I don't know,' Emily shrugged. 'I tend to leave after he finishes.'
'Have you ever spoken to him?' Kyle rolled his eyes. 'Held a proper conversation?'
'Sure!' Emily answered. 'I've said hi, hello, that was great-'
'So no then,' he teased.
'Yo, Howdy,' Emily continued, her eyes glazing over. 'that was good, awesome keyboard-'
'Emily!' Kyle laughed. 'So when are you going to talk to him?'
'I don't know,' Emily waved him off. 'When he's looking desperate? I can swoop in and charm him with my good looks.'
'Sounds likely,' he smirked.
'Quiet you,' Emily smacked him lightly. 'I reckon I have more luck with the men than you do jailbait.'
'Hey,' Kyle scowled, a pount playing on his lips. 'I'm legal.'
'Barely,' Emily sung, reaching out to pinch his cheek. 'Anyway, watch that space.' She pointed to the stage. 'Watch me work my magic.'
Kyle flicked her with the dirty wash rag, she pocked her tongue out at him in response. She sauntered over to the edge of the bar and reached behind it and not so subtly grabbed something from behind it. A Microphone. She proceeded to make her way to the stage, her hips sashaying from side to side, she was drawing the attention of all the male patrons. Finally she reached the stage, she stepped up and then whipped around, the background noise lowered to a hush.
'Ladies and Gentlemen,' She began sweeping her arm across her body. 'Welcome to Thursday Open Mikes at The Bludgeon, my name is Emily and tonight as my sister is busy tormenting poor lost souls, I will be your host. So it is my extreme pleasure to introduce you to our first performer of the evening, Brandon Fletcher.'
The crowd politely clapped as a short man with tight black curls made his way to the stage. Emily passed the microphone to him, he politely introduced himself before beginning his set. Emily threw a wink at Kyle and he went back to work.
He roamed around the pub collecting empty glasses, smiling politely at the clientele and humming along to the gentle strums of the performers guitar. A couple of people eyed him like a piece of meat, a couple of hands wandered, but nothing Kyle couldn't handle.
'Kyle,' he heard someone, Daniel, shout his name. 'Can you help at the bar.'
Kyle nodded and headed towards the dishwasher, he gently placed the empty glasses inside before turning to head towards the bar. Within moments he was taking orders and pulling drinks, it was beginning to feel natural. He had just finished pouring a more complicated order when Charlotte motioned him over.
'Just a heads up,' She smiled at him. 'Performers drink for free.'
'I get it,' Kyle chuckled to himself. 'They provide us with entertainment, we provide them with sustenance?'
'Got it in one,' Charlotte laughed. 'Most of them will be honest but if you're not sure just ask one of us.'
'No probalo,' Kyle winked. 'Always happy to help out a struggling musician-'
'Would you mind helping me out then,' A posh voice interrupted him. 'I'm also a poor struggling musician to add to the stereotype.'
'Gregory,' A french accent hissed. 'Stop begging for scraps, grab me a pint and I'll be at the table.
Kyle turned around in time to see a tall figure with messy brown hair retreat into the background. In front of him was a blonde man, not much taller than Kyle himself. He had blue eyes, a wide smile and two gorgeous dimples. He was wearing a pale orange button down with gray slacks, Kyle could see why Emily was smitten.
'Sure,' Kyle smiled politely. 'What can I get for you?'
'An American,' Gregory smiled. 'Two pints of bitter please.'
'No problem,' Kyle smiled at him, reaching for two pint glasses. 'Your friend also a musician?'
'Yes,' Gregory replied. 'Occasionally I can convince him to get up and perform with me, tonight I'll try my luck again.'
'Here you go,' Kyle finished pouring the pints and handed them to the other man. 'On the house.'
'I see Charlotte has taught you well,' Gregory laughed.
'We're all highly trained here,' Kyle laughed. 'Anything else I can help you with.'
'Not at the moment,' the other man smiled. 'Hope you enjoy the show.'
'I'm sure I will,' Kyle smiled before he moved onto the next customer. 'How can I help you?'
'Two pints of the pear cider,' The client responded.
Kyle began to pour the pints, he noticed a familiar shape in the corner of his eye rushing towards the bar.
'Oh My God,' Emily squealed, barging her way to the front. 'Sorry,' She turned to Kyles customer and apologized. 'This one's on the house.'
'Can you actually do that?' The customer responded coolly.
'Sure I can,' Emily smiled. 'It's my sister's pub. Kyle, give the man a free drink.'
'He ordered two,' Kyle rolled his eyes.
'Give the man two free drinks,' Emily declared. 'Honestly Kyle, I don't need to explain everything.'
'Here you go,' Kyle smiled. 'On the house.'
'Thanks man,' The customer muttered before turning away. 'Next time keep your girlfriend in check.'
'Not my girlfriend,' Kyle shouted.
'Yeah,' Emily agreed, crossing her arms across her chest. 'He's not nearly good enough for me.'
'Hey!' Kyle laughed. 'Watch what you're saying there.'
'So anyway,' Emily said, changing the conversation. 'You spoke to Gregory? Isn't he dreamy?'
'Sure did,' Kyle smiled. 'And I guess he is a little easy on the eyes.'
'Wait till you hear him sing,' She giggled, her cheeks tinged pink. 'He's so amazing.'
'I'm sure he is,' Kyle rolled his eyes. 'When's he on?'
'After Brandon finishes,' She checked her watch, her eyes opening wide. 'Which is in another ten minutes, far to long too wait.'
'How about you go say hi then,' he smirked at her. 'I dare you to.'
'I will,' Emily sighed. 'As soon as I am ready.'
'Emily,' Charlotte snapped, making both her sister and Kyle jump. 'Stop distracting Kyle and go make yourself useful.'
'But Chuck,' she whined.
'Go!'
'Bye Kyle,' Emily sulked away.
'Let me know if she keeps annoying you,' Charlotte frowned. 'Sometimes she just doesn't know when to stop.'
'It's all good,' Kyle chuckled. 'I have to stop getting distracted easily.'
'Look at her,' Charlotte murmured, both turned their gazes towards her younger sister. 'She looks like she's about to float away.'
Kyle watched as Emily paced back and fourth in a tiny circle next to the stage. She was fanning herself with her hands, her lips were moving quickly as though she was trying to psych herself up for something. She was clearly nervous and panicking.
'Or spontaneously com-bust,' he laughed shaking his head. 'One of the two.'
'This is why I don't like her coming in,' Charlotte rolled her eyes. 'She get's so antsy. Not sure why I keep agreeing to let her host these things.'
'She's just in love,' Kyle said, a grin spreading across his face. 'With that Gregory guy, she's nervous about introducing him. You're really doing her a favor, she has a mad crush on the guy. Thanks to you now she's forced to share his personal space occasionally.'
'Hmmn,' Charlotte hummed, twisting her pony tail around her finger. 'Take a break, do the intro for her if needed, just get her to calm down before she does something stupid and scares customers away.'
'You got it boss,' Kyle raised his hand in a mock salute. 'Heading over now.'
Kyle made his way around the bar and towards his shaking overly excited friend. He honestly did not understand why she was so worked up over someone she barely knew. She looked up, smiling as she noticed him walking towards her, she waved slightly. He nodded, pointed at himself, made a walking sign and then pointed at her. She smiled and gave him a big thumbs up. When he finally arrived she hugged him laughing.
'I thought I was distracting you,' She grinned. 'What will my sister say?'
'Your clear distress was distracting your sister more,' Kyle rolled his eyes at her. 'Just chill, you'll be fine.'
'I know,' Emily frowned. 'It's just-'
'Thanks everyone,' Brandon's voice interrupted her, followed by some enthusiastic clapping. 'You've been fantastic.'
'Shit,' Emily spluttered, her arms flailing. 'That's my queue.'
'Go get em,' Kyle laughed as he watched his friend stumble up the stairs, finally reached the microphone and remove it from the stand.
'Brandon Fletcher everyone,' Emily grinned, clapping loudly. 'Give him another round of applause, it takes of lot of guts to get up here and sing.' She paused until the clapping died down. 'Our next artist is a regular, do treat him right tonight and make him want to come back. Introducing Gregory Wilson.'
A round of thunderous applause burst forth, almost shattering Kyle's ear drums. Gregory flashed a brilliant smile as he made his way through the parting crowd to the stage. As he made his way up the stairs he waved slightly to the audience and then finally took the microphone off Emily and placed into into the stand in front of the chair.
'Thanks Emily,' Gregory smiled at her. 'Always a theatrical introduction with that one.' The audience laughed. 'So tonight I'll start with a special song dedicated to one of my childhood adventures. The Resistance.'
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My dearest Kyle,
It is so good to hear that you are safe and sound.
I'm glad your parents didn't react too badly, though I should tell you your mother stormed over here demanding an explanation from my parents. Lets just say my parents aren't too happy with me spending that money on you, but at least they understand my reasoning. As you are well aware even though they give me a reasonably large allowance to spend at my digression, they prefer for me to tell them if and when I spend it.
Things in South Park have been quiet since you left. I'm still working at the library shelving books, they're definitely missing you there. No one else recommends or donates as many books to the library as you did. They send their best wishes. I'm not sure how much longer I'll stay here though, Mom and Dad want me to start looking at apartments near Stanford. They are not comfortable with the idea of me staying in a dorm, even though that's what normal college students do. I'm trying to convince them to let me stay in the dorm for at least my first year and then move into a share house or something. They just don't get it. I know they earned all this money to give me a better future, and they do love splashing it around, but I just want to be normal. Have a normal education and not be the rich kid on Campus, I'm sure there will be enough of those already.
I hope Stan has told you (have you been in contact with him yet?), Eric Cartman has been unbearable, he's pretty much told every single person in town where you are and what happened with your parents. I have no idea how he finds out all this information, I am almost convinced he has your house wired or something. He's such a conniving person, I have no idea what Wendy see's in him. I can't wait till we're all in different states I may finally breathe easy.
Let me know what hours you are working, we'll organize a time to talk face to face.
Missing you,
Token
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Kyle slowly wiped down the tables and packed away the chairs. Once he was finally done he nodded to Daniel who was counting the till and made his way to the backroom to collect his backpack. He then returned to the bar, throwing a small wave at the older man before heading out the back door.
He noticed a dark figure at the exit of the alley, he slowly walked towards them, avoiding eye contact. As he passed the figure he was hit with the strong scent of tobacco and nicotine, he breathed it in deeply releshing in the familiar smell. He snuck a quick glance at the figure, it was Gregory's friend.
'Hey,' He said, eying the taller boy. 'Mind if I bum a smoke?'
'Sure,' The other boy lazily drawled. 'Here.' He reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of cigarettes, he slowly drew one out and handed it to Kyle. 'Do you need a light.'
'Yeah please,' Kyle nodded, holding the cigarette out as the other boy pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit the smoke. 'Thanks.'
He raised the smoke to his lips and proceeded to draw in the nicotine. As his lungs filled with the familiar warm sting of vapor he spluttered slightly, the larger man proceeded to hit him lightly on the back causing Kyle to jump slightly. He let out another cough before flashing the man a small smile.
'You are welcome,' The larger man smirked. 'Christophe.'
'Kyle,' He offered his hand to the other man. 'Thanks for that.'
'No problem,' Christophe replied, shaking the smaller mans hand. Kyle's wrist tingled as one of the larger man's fingers accidentally grazed the soft flesh. 'First cigarette?'
'No,' Kyle shook his head, another grin played at his lips. 'I'm really more of a social smoker, just haven't had one in a while. You?'
'I've been addicted since I was eight,' The larger man began, he took another drag of his own cigarette. 'My lungs are probably as black as asphalt.'
'Not the worst way to go right?' Kyle shreugged his shoulders. 'Non smokers die every day.'
'My favorite saying,' The other boy smiled. 'So what brings an American to London?'
'What brings a Frenchman to London?' Kyle responded.
'You picked up on that?' Christophe raised an eyebrow. 'I thought I'd ditched the accent a while ago.'
'I used to study French,' Kyle shrugged. 'Don't remember a word of it.'
'That's a shame,' Christophe laughed. 'As much as I hate French it is a beautiful language.'
'The language of love right?' Kyle smirked, finishing his Cigarette. 'Well, see you around.'
'Wait,' Christophe said causing Kyle to pause and turn around. 'You never answered my question!'
'You never answered mine,' Kyle called back laughing. 'Next time.'
'I will hold you to that,' the other man shouted as Kyle rounded the caller.
Kyle smiled to himself as he made his way back to the hotel, absently rubbing against the spot on his wrist as he walked. If he had bothered to look closely at it he would have noticed a small black line beginning to etch itself onto his skin.
Finally getting somewhere, no we can commence with the plot.
Please review and let me know what you think.
Thanks to those who have so far.
