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.
Kenny,
I'm not quite sure what to say here, I am feeling incredibly guilty for not mentioning anything to you sooner. Sorry for keeping you out of the loop, it hadn't occurred to me that I haven't said anything to you since the graduation party. Until Stan mentioned you in his email.
I am so sorry.
I was so caught up in myself I didn't really consider you guys I guess.
Hope your graduation night went well, mine certainly did in that regard. In more ways than one.
Let me know when you are free to Skype.
Kyle
P.S. Please for the love of God do not talk to Cartman about my emails. I really don't want him spamming me with his crap again.
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Chapter Four – Markings
'Dum da dum blurp dum da dum blurp.'
Kyle jumped awake as his Skype tone began to ring, the others in his room started to groan in pain. It was three in the morning and he had only just gotten to sleep after getting home from work. He ignored the scowls and dirty looks his room mates were giving him, he took a deep breath before throwing off his blankets. He made his way to his trunk and grabbed his laptop.
'Dum da dum blurp dum da dum blurp,' It rang again.
Kyle grabbed his key card and made his way out of the room. He padded towards the small kitchen area, preying he didn't wake anyone else up. He placed the laptop down on a table, opened it up and answered the call.
'Hello?' He mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
'Kyle!' Stan's familiar voice came brightly through the speakers. 'Hey man, you said this was a good time to call?'
'Hi Stan,' Kyle grumbled, fighting the urge to smack his head on the table in front of him. 'An hour ago would have been a good time to call, I'd just gotten to sleep.'
'Sorry dude,' The other boy blushed sheepishly. 'We can do this another time if you want. I can call back later? Or earlier?'
'Nah,' Kyle shook his head and forced a weak smile. 'I'm up now aren't I?'
'That you are,' Stan chuckled, lacing his fingers together and cracking his knuckles. 'It's good to see you dude.'
'You too,' Kyle grinned at his best friend. 'So how have things been since I left?'
'Well things have been weird,' Stan began. 'I mean Token and you both disappeared so everyone just assumed you guys were having way too much fun in the bedroom. When Token emerged hours later he said you were tired and to leave you be.'
'He would have dropped me at the airport by then,' Kyle smiled fondly.
'Yeah, he kept your secret real well,' Stan muttered, rolling his eyes. 'I think Ike isn't taking your departure well, he was the one who told Cartman what was happening, that you had left.'
'I didn't know,' Kyle began. 'I thought-'
'I think he just needed someone to talk to. Your parents went a little nuts,' he continued, shaking his head. 'Or at least your mother did. She went all over town trying to work out who was the one who drove her boy away, not sure if she's admitted to herself that she may have been the actual cause. Apparently Token's family received a good scolding.'
'He mentioned that in his last email.'
'He seems to be doing well though, slowly adjusting to your absence, but I guess we all are. Not going to lie though dude. It was weird when you didn't pick up your phone, you always pick up your phone.'
'Sorry about that,' Kyle apologized.
'Don't be dude,' Stan brushed him off. 'I mean it was weird not getting to talk things out with you about Wendy, but I talked to Kenny. For such a man whore he was quite insightful.'
'Oh?'
'He's not encouraging me to screw my way through my college campus or anything like that,' Stan continued. 'But to think long and hard about what I want and what Wendy wants. I mean it's much easier to start fresh and not have to continue a long distance relationship, just because she's what I want now doesn't mean she's who I want in the future. She'll always be one of my good friends but we've never really dated other people, maybe it's time to start before we get married to young. After College if we still want to be together we can approach a relationship with a bit more wisdom and experience under our belts.'
'True.'
'Sorry,' Stan blushed. 'That went a bit deeper than I was intending...'
'All good dude,' Kyle brushed him off. 'I need to start racking up good friend points.'
'That you do,' the other boy winked. 'I'm pretty sure you used up all of your points leaving town without telling anyone.'
'Sorry-'
'Don't apologise, it's all good, Stan chuckled. 'Enough about things here though, I mean how have you really been dude?'
'It's been great Stan,' Kyle began, running his hand through his hair. 'I have no idea where to begin. As soon as I boarded the plane from Denver to New York it was like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I mean it was so freeing to finally be out of South Park. And London is absolutely amazing, granted I haven't seen nearly enough of the city, but I'm learning my way around. It's nice to be here with zero expectations placed upon me, unlike home where I just felt smothered.'
'I get that man,' Stan beamed at him. 'And how's work? What are your coworkers like?'
'It's fantastic,' Kyle began, raising a hand to rub sleep out of his eyes. 'Charlotte, my boss, is incredible. She and her sister, Emily, are both so full on, It can be a little overwhelming at times. The pub is fantastic, it-'
'Sorry to pause you there dude,' Stan interrupted smirking slightly. 'When did you get a tattoo?'
'What?' Kyle asked, eyes growing wide. 'You know I'm squeamish, I absolutely hate needles, last time I was immunized I almost feinted. You know I'll never get a tattoo, that would be insane. I can appreciate them on others, but not on me.'
'What's that then?' Stan continued to question.
'What?'
'On your left wrist,' Stan pointed through the web cam. 'That black circle thing.'
Kyle raised his left wrist and frowned. Etched on the inside was a small, plain black circle. Kyle rubbed at it with a finger, nothing.
'Must be some pen or something,' Kyle muttered. He licked his finger and attempted to rub the marking off again, still no luck. 'Huh.'
'Is it just a circle?' Stan asked, he was unable to see the mark clearly through the web cam. 'A circle isn't worth the amount of pain your mother will put you through when she sees that.'
'I didn't get a tattoo,' Kyle snapped, continuing to rub. 'I have no idea what it is.'
'Stop rubbing at it,' Stan shook his head laughing. 'Leave it for now and wash it off when you shower tomorrow.'
'Sounds like a plan,' Kyle agreed, he glanced at the time on his laptop. 'Dude I need to get to bed.'
'No problems,' Stan smiled. 'How about same time next week?'
'How about you call an hour earlier?' Kyle smirked at the other boy. 'You'll catch me just before I head to bed. I wont get woken up in the middle of the night again and my room mates wont want to murder me in my sleep.'
'Sorry,' Stan blushed. 'I can do that. But if you are murdered I will avenge your death.'
'Good to know,' Kyle chuckled.
'Bye Kyle,' The other boy laughed back. 'Talk to you next week.'
'Bye Stan.'
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The next morning Kyle awoke with a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, like butterflies churning. He rolled out of bed and grabbed his things from his locked trunk. He grabbed his key card and headed for the shared bathrooms. Luckily there was a stall free, Kyle padded over and hung up his things before turning the taps on. He tested the water and then stepped into the shower.
As the warm water cascaded down his body he raised his left wrist, the small black circle looked so dark against his pale skin. He traced it gently with a finger, the gesture sent sparks all the way through his body, pooling at his groin. Kyle moaned slightly before quickly turning the shower down so it was cold. Sleeping in a shared dorm made it difficult to get off, and Kyle had never been an exhibitionist. He quickly finished his shower and got dressed. He returned to his dorm and dumped his stuff, he grabbed his phone and sent a quick text to Emily.
You at work? - K
Sure am. What's up? - E
You like mysterious things, ever heard of a mystery tattoo? - K
Did you get drunk and do something you regret? - E
No, I just have a mysterious mark on my wrist.- K
Just get your cute arse downstairs and show me. There's a free coffee in it for you if it's in an embarrassing location. - E
Kyle rolled his eyes.
Be there in five. - K
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'That's really quiet boring,' Emily groaned, her hands were clasping Kyle's left wrist. 'I was expecting a sexy nurse or something equally exciting.'
'Yep,' Kyle agreed. 'A circle is pretty boring.'
'Only you Kyle,' she laughed shaking her head.
'What?'
'You're the only person I know who would get so drunk and decide a black circle tattoo is the height of fashion.'
'Hey,' he rolled his eyes. 'I wasn't drunk and it isn't a tattoo.'
'Hmmmn,' Emily murmured before poking Kyle's circle with her finger.
'Ouch,' Kyle muttered, he had felt a searing hot pain shoot up his arm as she touched it. 'That hurt.'
'What?' Emily questioned. 'This?' She touched the tattoo again, chuckling slightly as Kyle winced. 'If it's hurting it's probably a tattoo.'
'It doesn't hurt when I touch it,' Kyle frowned. 'It feels good.'
'Masochist.'
'I'm being serious,' Kyle continued. 'There's residual tingling every time I brush it.'
'That's weird,' She agreed. 'When did you first notice it.'
'Stan noticed it last night while I was talking with him,' Kyle began, running his free hand through his red curls. 'I didn't notice it before then.'
'Did anything unusual happen to your wrist?' Emily continued to probe. 'Do you remember it hurting at all.'
'It itched a little last night,' Kyke recalled, scratching it again absently. 'I thought it was a bug bite.'
'You have a weird memory.'
'You asked.'
'Anything happen around that time?'
'Nothing interesting,' Kyle shrugged 'I met Christophe-'
'Gregory's friend?' Emily squealed. 'You didn't tell me you spoke to Gregory again.'
'I didn't,' Kyle rolled his eyes. 'Just Christophe, he gave me a smoke and lit it for me. He may have brushed my wrist once during the encounter.'
'And after that your wrist started to itch?' her brow furrowed. 'Give me a minute.' She pulled out her phone, unlocked it, and began to type something in. 'No, unless that's a feather touch tattoo that's not what we're looking for...' She continued to type. 'Oops, apparently I shouldn't touch someones tattoo...'
'What are you looking for?' Kyle asked, bemused at the blonde girl in front of him.
'Give me a moment,' she brushed him off. 'I'm googling.' She continued to tap on her phone. 'So unless he's the second coming of Jesus or you have a skin condition I've got nothing.'
'Gee,' Kyle muttered. 'Thanks.'
'At least I tried,' Emily shook her head. 'Google is useless in this case which tells me that should not exist unless in fict- hang on.' She busily tapped on her phone, a grin broke out across her face. 'Soulmate Identifying Marks, have a look.'
She turned her phone towards him, Kyles eyes scanned the Google search results. His eyes widened and then he frowned after re-reading the first few results.
'Fan-Fiction tropes?' he scoffed, tucking a stray curl behind one ear. 'Really Emily?'
'Think about it Kyle,' She began, her smile growing wider and wider. 'I read your fortune, it said your soul mate was going to appear, you meet a mysterious man who touches you, this mark appears-'
'I think you're forgetting something,' he snapped, interrupting the girls thought flow.
'What?'
'It's fiction!' Kyle groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. 'Not even real fiction, fan fiction!'
'Kyle,' Emily continued. 'Where do these ideas come from? They don't just appear out of thin air! They have to come from something.'
'One day someone had a particularly imaginative idea and it took off,' Kyle sighed. 'It's nothing special.'
'Or maybe someone out there had the same thing happen to them or someone they knew,' She continued, ignoring Kyle's scoffs of protest. 'And people love a good romance, so it took off, but it is something based on reality.'
'It's fiction Emily,' Kyle whined. 'It is not real.'
'Then explain this Kyle,' Emily snapped, grabbing Kyle's left wrist and holding the inside of it up to Kyle's eye level. 'Look at it.'
Kyle tried to look away, but his eyes were drawn to the small back circle and for the first time he really looked at it. It appeared to be an inch across in diameter, the line that formed the circle itself was no more than an eight of an inch wide. The circle itself was perfect, as though it had been printed on a piece of paper. He wrenched his wrist out of his friends grip and then ran a finger around it, once again he felt a tingle shoot up his arm, run down his spine and end at his groin. He let out a small whimper.
'Kyle?' Emily questioned, her voice no louder than a whisper. 'Are you okay?'
'I-I' his eyes grew wide. 'I've got to go.'
And then he fled.
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Mom and Dad,
Things are going well here.
I've settled in nicely and have found decent hours at a pub. It pays well, I'm on seven pounds an hour which works out to be just over ten dollars. So I'm pretty happy about that.
Still looking for a place. Charlotte, my boss, has some feelers out. She's protective of her young eighteen year old employee who decided to uproot himself and move to England. I think you'd really like her mom.
I am missing you both and I hope I can encourage you both to come and visit me while I'm living here.
Much Love,
Kyle
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Kyle raced into his dorm room, unlocked his trunk and pulled his laptop out. He booted it up, unlocked it and signed onto Skype. He selected Token's account name and clicked the call button, his stomach fluttering as it began to ring.
'Come on Token,' Kyle muttered at the laptop, his hands shaking. 'Pick up the phone.'
He glanced at the time, it was almost twelve according to the laptop, which meant it would be almost five in the morning in South Park. Kyle grew more and more nervous as the Skype call continued to ring until finally it connected.
'Kyle?' A familiar deep voice rumbled. 'Is that you?'
'Token,' Kyle gasped, a wide grin broke out across his face. 'I am so sorry to wake you.'
'S'all good,' the other boy mumbled, rubbing his eyes. 'What's going on?'
'Uh,' Kyle's brow furrowed and he squeezed his eyes shut. How could he tell Token what had been going on when he didn't quite believe it himself, he didn't even know where to start. 'Well...' His breathing became more rapid, and he started to shake again.
'Kyle,' Token said gently. 'You're working yourself into a panic, take a deep breath and calm yourself down. You don't have to say anything, just listen to the sound of my voice. Breathe in one two three four, breathe out one two three four.'
Kyle honed in on Token's voice, listening as the other man continued to gently count. As Token walked him through his breathing, Kyle began to relax. Breathing in one two three four and then breathing out one two three four. As his breathing slowed his lungs opened and his racing heart began to calm, eventually he opened his eyes and looked at his sort of ex boyfriend.
'Hi Token,' he murmured forcing a small smile. 'I am so sorry.'
'It's okay Kyle,' Token smiled back. 'As long as you are okay.'
'I have no idea what happened,' Kyle frowned, running a hang through his short red curls. 'I haven't had a panic attack for months.'
'It's okay Kyle,' The other boy soothed, Kyle wished he was there in person. 'Maybe you were just due one. These things take time, soon you'll get to a point where it won't happen again.'
'I know...' Kyle sighed. 'It's just-'
'Difficult?'
'I feel weak,' he rubbed his forehead. 'I just hate not feeling in control.'
'Was there anything in particular that set this one off?' Token questioned. 'Anything stressing you out at all?'
'Well... I...' Kyle breathed in deeply and then exhaled. 'Just something weird and confusing happened. Is happening,' he corrected. 'And I just feel like it's out of my control.'
'Can you take back control?' the other boy pushed. 'Is there a way you can find more control? Or manipulate the situation?'
'Maybe. I-' Kyle jumped, his phone started to vibrate and ring loudly. 'Shit Token, I have to go to work.'
'Okay Kyle,' Token smiled. 'Call me when you get home.'
'You sure?' Kyle whispered. 'I'll be fine.'
'Kyle,' Token began firmly. 'This is the first we have spoken since you moved, I'd like to be more awake next time. I miss you, call me.'
'I love you,' Kyle smiled.
'Love you too.'
Kyle shut down the laptop and breathed a sigh of relief. All he had to to was get through one shift, he could collect his thoughts and just maybe everything would be okay. Token would work it out after all, he always had.
Finally feel like I'm getting somewhere.
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