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.
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.
Dear Kyle,
Chill out dude, there's nothing to be stressing about.
I completely get it, you've always been under a hell of a lot more pressure than any of the rest of us have ever been. I mean my parents are just happy that I have a job and soon I'll no longer be living with them. One less mouth to feed am I right?
But seriously dude, it fucking hurt to discover you didn't think you could say anything to me. I mean yes we have completely different pressures in our lives, but I always felt we were on the same wavelength. I mean you're the only person I've mentioned my long term plans to, but I guess I was wrong? You're still my best friend though.
Karen is doing real well by the way and Liane said she could come visit whenever she wants. She graduated top of her class and she's real excited about starting High School next year. Hopefully I'll save enough money in the next four years to at least help with College, she'll hopefully get some scholarships right? She says hi and hopes England is treating you well.
Token's party was pretty sweet, I had an amazing time, and I am sure you did too. Token has been acting a little funny though, he's been very flirty over the last week. Did you guys break up before you went over?
Feel free to Skype me anytime, I will always make time for you, plus my boss is pretty relaxed.
And dude, I will not be talking to Eric about anything related to you. Ike's already been talking his ear off, you don't need anyone else giving him more ammunition.
Hope to hear from you soon.
Kenny.
P.S. Next time send me a real email, I'm not as smart as you but I can definitely understand more than you clearly believe I do.
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Chapter Five - Touch
After the previous nights shift Kyle had expected his first Friday evening to be less eventful, but boy was he wrong. Friday afternoon was filled with late work lunches, and those who had decided to take an afternoon off. An hour into his shift as the red head was wiping down tables a familiar dark figure entered the pub, it was Christophe. For the first time since meeting the french man Kyle actually took in the others appearance.
He was tall, six foot three at least, he had stern chiseled features, his strong chin was covered in coarse stubble. From a distance his eyes looked dark and his messy brown hair stuck up at all angles. He was dressed in a long black coat, black pants and a green sweater.
Kyle made a half motion to wave at the familiar man, stopping himself when his hand had only reached halfway. The gesture went unnoticed, Kyle breathed a sigh of relief. He finished wiping down the table and then headed back towards the bar, collecting an empty glass on the way. He returned the glass to the dishwasher, waving politely to the kitchen staff before collecting the clean glasses and carrying them to the beer taps.
He chatted to Patricia, she was a fellow red head with a mouth like a toilet who was one of the other bar staff. Kyle chuckled at her not so gentle jokes as he put the clean glasses under the counter. After a few minutes the familiar smell of nicotine and tobacco wafted towards him. He placed a hand on either side of the bar and raised his head just above the counter.
'Hello,' the familiar French voice purred, sending a shiver up Kyle's spine. 'Are you hiding from me? Should I be worried or flattered?'
'Nope,' Kyle said, popping the P. 'Just putting some glasses away. Did you want to order a drink? I'm sure Patricia-' Kyle glanced over, his colleague had disappeared. 'I'm more than happy to help, just let me finish up here.'
'Sure,' the other man said, the grin was clear in his voice. 'Take your time.'
Kyle quickly finished placing the clean glasses beneath the counter, he grabbed the now empty tray and stood up. He nodded at Christophe and turned to make his way towards the dishwasher. He placed the tray back where it belonged and took in a deep breath, plastering a smile across his face he walked back towards the French man.
'So what can I get you?'
'A pint of bitter,' Christophe smirked at him. 'Thanks.'
'I'm Kyle by the way,' He grabbed a glass and began to pour. 'Kyle Broflovski.'
'You mentioned that last night,' Christophe grinned. 'And I am Christophe. Christophe DeLorne.'
'Y-yes,' Kyle laughed nervously. 'I remember.' Kyle finished pouring the pint and placed the glass in front of the taller man. He forced another smile before ringing up the total. 'That will be-'
'Here,' The french man interrupted, passing Kyle a ten pound note. 'Keep the change.'
'Thanks,' his eyes grew wide. 'A-are you sure?'
'Why do I make you so nervous?' Christophe questioned, slowly raising the pint to his lips and drinking.
'It's not you,' Kyle began, lying through his teeth. 'Something weird happened to me today. It's just thrown me off.'
'I see.'
The other man slowly raised his right arm and scratched the back of his head. Kyle watched as the sleeve of his jacket slowly slid down his wrist, revealing the top of a black circle tattoo. He looked up and for a moment Kyle's eyes locked with Christophe's, his breath caught in his chest. Eventually Kyle broke the stare and looked away blushing.
'When is your lunch break?' Christophe questioned him, he had clearly noticed Kyle's glances at his wrist. 'Or dinner break I guess?'
'It depends on how busy it gets,' Kyle murmured. 'I've been taking it in two half hour blocks. One at six thirty and another at nine.'
'If I came back at nine would you have your break with me?'
'I don't know,' Kyle blushed. 'I-'
'I think we need to talk,' Christophe said sternly, taking another long sip of his beer. 'And I think you know why.'
'I-I'
'Look,' Christophe slammed down his glass. He rolled up his right sleeve revealing a circle identical to Kyle's. 'This wasn't here until last night, it appeared after I met you. And I am sure you have one just like it.'
'I don't,' Kyle squeaked, rolling up his own right sleeve. 'See!'
'Try the other arm,' Christophe smirked, leaning in close. 'I dare you.'
Kyle bit his lip before slowly rolling up his left sleeve. The small dark circle contrasted brilliantly against his pale skin. The taller man looked down, he looked entranced by it.
'Fine,' Kyle said darkly, quickly covering his wrist again. 'I'll take my full break at nine, then we can talk.'
Christophe smirked at him, slowly he picked up his pint glass and then gulped down the remainder of his beer. He nodded at Kyle before walking towards the exit.
'See you then,' He called over his shoulder.
'See you then,' Kyle replied, before laying his head down on the counter with a silent scream. He had never felt more alive than he had in the past ten minutes. He was so screwed.
–
Kyle,
Though we are glad to hear that you are doing well we would really like you to reconsider returning home. We have contacted Stanford and they said due to your academic record they would be more than happy for you to start with them sooner than initially planned, we have attached their late admissions details. You know we will have no issue paying for any late admissions fees that my occur due to your deferral.
We are glad you have found yourself employment and someone to watch over you. We hope your hunt for accommodation is easy, but be careful. London is a big city and you don't have any friends or family over there. Large cities can be overwhelming and you've never been one for crowds.
Your Saba sends her love and wants to know what address she can send your Chanukah gift to. She's also asked if you want the family Menorah, we told her you wouldn't but she's insisting you celebrate properly even if you are away from your family. She also asks if you can send her a postcard or two. I am not sure why she's asking as you will definitely be home for Chanukah, but you know I like to humor her.
Call us soon, we miss you.
Mom and Dad
–
At five to nine Kyle felt a fluttering feeling in his stomach, his palms started to sweat and his hands began to shake. Kyle looked up at the entrance to the pub, Christophe had arrived. He nodded at the young red head who nodded back.
'Hey Patricia,' Kyle called out to his co-worker.
'Yeah Kyle?' She answered back.
'I'm going to take my break,' He continued. 'Will be back in an hour.'
'All good,' Patricia said, walking over. 'If you see Isaac tell him to come over and help out with the bar.'
'Can do,' Kyle flashed he a bright smile and then made his way over to Christophe. 'Uh... Hello?'
'Hello yourself,' the french man chuckled. 'Did you want to stay here or go somewhere else?'
Kyle looked over his shoulders. Patricia was grinning at him, her eyebrows waggling and her hands had formed two thumbs up. Kyle smiled back and shook his head before turning back to Christophe.
'I'd rather not have an audience,' Kyle smiled up at the taller man. 'Somewhere else?'
'Where would you like to go?'
'I've been here for less than two weeks,' he rolled his eyes. 'Surprise me.'
'Okay,' Christophe smirked at him. 'Follow me.'
He held open the door to the pub and gestured Kyle to walk through, he smiled back at the taller man and headed outside. Christophe began to walk away, he looked back at the short red head and motioned to follow.
'Wait,' Kyle spluttered, racing to catch up. 'My legs are no where near as long as yours.'
'That is because you're tiny,' the french man laughed. 'You're at least half a foot shorter than me.'
'I'm not short,' the red head scowled back. 'Everyone is just tall.'
'In here,' Christophe motioned, holding open a door to a brightly lit cafe.
Kyle stepped into the cafe, the taller man followed close behind him. A petite blonde waitress with bright green eyes waved at them and gestured for them to take a seat. Christophe stepped around Kyle and headed towards a table at the rear of the cafe. After they had booth slid comfortably into their seats the blonde waitress handed Kyle a menu.
'Your usual Tophe?' the waitress beamed.
'Of course,' The french man smirked at her. 'Did you need some time to look at the menu?'
'Uh...' Kyle trailed off, the words on the printed page blurred together. 'I'll just have what he's having.'
'You sure?' The waitress questioned. 'I can come back-'
'It's all good,' Kyle smiled at her. 'I'm all for trying something new.'
'Two serves of ricotta pancakes with strawberries and marscapone then,' The pretty waitress jotted down their order. 'It'll be ready soon.'
'Thanks Jess,' Christophe smiled at her before turning to Kyle. 'So what happened?'
'What?' Kyle frowned.
'With the circle?' the french man questioned. 'When did you realize you had the circle on your wrist? Any ideas what happened?'
'My friend Stan saw it when we were skyping this morning,' Kyle began, running a hand through his red curls. 'I thought it was pen or accidental or something. When I couldn't remove it I may have freaked out a little. One of my friends, Emily, mentioned soul markings or something like that... I just don't know... No idea how it appeared there though. When did you notice it?'
'Similar to you. My girlfriend Jess,' He nodded to the blonde waitress. 'Noticed it this morning in bed. After I gave you that cigarette I had a strange scratching sensation on my wrist, hence why I sought you out...'
'Oh...' Kyle murmured, he raised his wrist up and showed it to the french man. 'What happens when you touch your circle?'
'It tingles,' Christophe frowned. 'Though it hurt when Jess touched it this morning.'
'Yeah,' Kyle agreed. 'When Emily touched mine this morning it hurt too.'
'She was the one who mentioned soul markings?'
'Uh... Yes?' the red head squeaked.
'What's a soul marking?'
'Well,' Kyle began, unsure where to begin. 'According to fan fiction they occur when two people are soul mates.'
'Fan fiction?' came the skeptical tone.
'Yeah, sounds ridiculous right?' Kyle groaned, rubbing his forehead. 'I was-I AM still hesitant to believe it myself, but then you have to have the same mark on your wrist and with Emily telling me I was going to meet my soul mate I-'
'Emily told you what?'
'When I first got the job Emily and I celebrated,' Kyle continued, his thoughts spiraling. 'She decided she was psychic and did a tarot reading for me. She said I was going to meet my soul mate.'
'Right...' Christophe frowned. 'You know this sounds ridiculous?'
'Trust me,' he sagged back in his seat. 'I know how this sounds. I wouldn't believe me.'
'It's not that I-' The other man paused. 'Just let me process this. I just don't know what to say or-'
'Sorry to interrupt,' the waitress, Jess, smiled. 'I have two serves of ricotta pancakes with strawberries and marscapone for you.'
'Thank you,' Kyle smiled back as she placed the plates of hot food in front of them.
'You're welcome,' she nodded. 'I'll leave you to it.'
Kyle looked over at Christophe who had already began shoveling fork fulls of pancakes and strawberries into his mouth. Kyle grabbed his knife and fork and proceeded to cut a slice of his pancakes and feed them to himself. As the warm pancake entered his mouth his eyes closed and a soft moan escaped.
'Good huh?' The other man smirked.
'God yes,' Kyle beamed.
'Best ricotta pancakes I've ever had,' Christophe laughed.
'I have to agree,' Kyle smiled. 'So what now?'
'Honestly? No idea.'
'Me neither...' Kyle paused. 'Does she know who I am?'
'Kyle,' Christophe paused, he frowned at the shorter man. 'I don't really know who you are.'
'Maybe we should take some time to get to know each other then?' he pursed his lips. 'Forget the weird tattoo thing for now.'
'Perhaps we can continue our conversation from earlier?' Christophe agreed. 'Why are you here American?'
'Why are you here Frenchman?'
'Ah ah,' the french man smirked. 'I asked first.'
'Fine,' Kyle smiled. 'I'm from a quiet mountain town in Colorado, South Park? I'm sure you've heard of it.'
'South Park?' Christophe frowned. 'I have in fact, both Gregory and I spent some time there during our childhoods.'
'Oh really?' a small smiled formed on his face. 'It's nice to hear that someone knows it for something other than its reputation-'
'For being bigoted?' the french man scowled. 'I know exactly how bigoted that "quiet" mountain town can be.'
'Uh oh,' Kyle flushed, nervously picking at his food. 'What did we do to offend/anger/insert other thing here you?'
'When I was about ten years old my mother followed Gregory's father to that town,' Christophe began, his voice shaking. 'Things were okay for a bit, then our parents split. I remained in home school, Gregory went to the local public elementary school. Then the Terrance and Phillip movie was shown at the local cinema, I am sure you remember that monstrosity.'
'Uh...' Kyle suspected he knew where this was going, he was unsure he would like the outcome.
'Some of the students at the elementary school became obsessed with the movie,' He continued, his scowl deepening with every sentence. 'The parents of South park Didn't like that, one of them took it too far and started a war with Canada. I'm sure you're old enough to remember that happening.'
Kyle's face grew red, he really wasn't liking where this was going.
'Eventually Gregory formed a group of students who wanted to end the war and rescue the war criminals Terrance and Phillip. They were too stubborn to let him do it so Gregory advised them to come and see me. Foolishly I agreed to help, I ended up getting attacked by Guard Dogs, I could have sworn I died. There was a bright light and next thing I knew I was fine, not bleeding, not hurt, nothing.
'Soon after that my mother decided that South Park was not the place for her and her. With nothing to keep her there we quickly relocated back to France. As you can imagine I have no desire to return to that god forsaken town.'
'Uh...' Kyle's head started to spin, his breathing started to become short and forced. 'Shit-'
'Kyle,' Christophe's eyes went wide, he grabbed Kyle's left hand.. 'Calm down, just breathe.'
'I-I-' the red head gasped. 'I can't.'
'I am so sorry,'the french man whispered. 'I didn't mean to tell you something so personal.'
'S'Okay,' Kyle gasped. 'It's not-not-'
'Listen to my voice Kyle,' the french man soothed. 'Breathe in slowly, hold, breathe out slowly.'
Kyle did as instructed and focused on his breathing. In and out, in and out. He remembered Token's old trick of counting to four, breathe in one two three four, breathe out one two three four. As his breathing began to calm Kyle looked up at the man opposite him.
'Th-Thank you,' Kyle murmured, eyes red and puffy. 'I don't usually have panic attacks.'
'It's okay,' Christophe soothed. He was stroking the underside of Kyle's left wrist, circling the all too familiar circle that had etched it's way on the inside of his arm the night before. 'I'm sorry I told you that story-'
'Don't be,' Kyle sighed, enjoying the feel of Christophe's hand against his. 'I guess it's my turn to share... My family moved to South Park before I can remember... Mom wanted to escape her family, and my father has always done whatever she wants, he adores her. In preschool I met all the children I would spend my life growing up with, things were easy, simple. At least they were until we reached third grade.
'Maybe things weren't always as simple as I remember, the town has always been a little strange. But when I was eight things got really strange, and then really crazy. I remember the year we went to war with Canada, how could I not? My mother started that war.'
'Kyle,' Christophe frowned, his brown eyes huge with worry. 'I-'
'She's always been like that,' Kyle forced a small smile. 'Fiery, opinionated and strong. So when my friends and I started regurgitating what we heard from Terrance and Phillip she went absolutely mad. My friends and I started the resistance movement and Gregory sent us to you.'
'I think I remember,' Christophe murmured. 'I remember you-'
'You died in my arms,' Kyle said, his voice softer than a whisper. 'And then we just left you there. I am so sorry.'
'What happened then?' Christophe urged, his voice panicked. 'How did I survive.'
'My friend Kenny,' Kyle continued. 'He sacrificed himself. In return for his soul, all of those who died in the war would live. All the dead woke up full healed as though nothing had happened. My mother though to this day still refuses to admit to her mistakes, that maybe she rushes into things without thinking them through.'
'Kyle,' Christophe released his hand. 'I just-'
'She's the reason why I left,' he moved his hand to his lap. 'She has my entire future planned out, and I just couldn't handle it. So I ran, to London.'
'I understand,' the french man murmured. 'My mother she-'
'Christophe I-' Kyle interrupted, he glanced at the clock on the wall. 'Shit, I have to get back to work.'
'Kyle wait!'
'Sorry,' Kyle called back, bolting out the door. 'My treat next time.'
Kyle rushed towards the bar and bolted in the door. He waved to Patricia before finally stopping to catch his breath. His left wrist was itching again, Kyle absentmindedly scratched it before finally heading back to work. Tomorrow he could process what had happened this evening, it would all be better in the morning.
–
Kyle,
You do whatever you need to do to make yourself happy.
I will try and keep your mother's temper in check and continue to convince her you are doing fine.
I would love to come visit you, I will try and convince your mother that we spend spring or fall break over there with you. If I could I'd try for Chanukah but I'm sure you realize what I lost cause that would be.
If you need anything at all email me at work, I'm forwarding you some money to assist with living expenses.
Much Love,
Your Dad
Review please? They feed my soul.
