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...
I will be in New Zealand for the next fortnight, so updates may be few and far between. But again, this will be finished, about halfway through now.
Please review and let me know what you think.
Jew,
Talk to your brother, he's getting on my nerves.
Plus a bunch of us are about to go camping and none of us want him tagging along.
He misses you.
Cartman
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Chapter Six – Lightening
That evening Kyle dreamed of lightening. He dreamed of thunderous crashes which rolled through his brain. He dreamed of the haunting screams of men dying, the sound of bullets flying, of explosions and of blood. The world was ending in a fiery haze and he couldn't stop it.
And then the dream changed. He dreamed of a man with dark hair and startling brown eyes, a man with spirals tattooed down his right arm. The man took Kyle's face in his hands and kissed him deeply, Kyle reach up and twisted his fingers through the man's silky locks and kissed him back. The kiss sent a hot shiver down his spine which curled at his groin.
When Kyle awoke he was harder than he had ever been in his life. He could feel the man's hands running over his body, caressing him gently, he could still feel the mans grip on his left arm. Kyle rubbed his bleary face, noticing dark etchings on his left wrist. The markings had spread.
'Shit,' Kyle murmured to himself.
He took a deep breath and glanced down at his wrist. The circle had blossomed into something more intricate, a spiral had begun to loop out of the circle. Kyle traced the new patterns on his wrist, the warm tingles that flowed down his body made his groin ache.
He couldn't take it anymore, he hopped out of bed and quickly grabbed his things from his trunk. He rushed to the bathroom and jumped into the first free shower he saw. Images of his dream flashed in the back of his memory, dark hair, a chiseled chest and spiraling tattoos. He bought himself to completion quickly and silently, chocking back a moan as he came over his hand. He washed himself off quickly before heading back to his dorm.
He put his things away and sat on his bed slowly collecting himself. Finally he raised his left wrist and examined it properly. The spiraling design was beginning to make it's way further down his wrist towards his elbow appearing to grow before his eyes. Kyle grabbed his phone and took a photo of it, he sent it to Emily.
Wow. - E
Do you have Gregory's number? - K
Nope. But Chuck might. Why? - E
I think I need to talk to Christophe. - K
I think you do too. Let me see what I can scrounge up for you. - E
Thanks – K
Your Welcome. Meet me downstairs in an hour. - E
–
As Kyle opened the door to the hostel cafe, he was met with a sense of trepidation. Sitting at the counter was Emily and another slightly familiar head of blonde hair. Gregory.
'Kyle,' Emily smiled, waving. 'Over here.'
Kyle forced a smile and a gentle wave at his friend before making his way towards her. As he took the seat next to Gregory he was presented with a steaming black cup of coffee. Kyle flushed red and smiled at Emily in appreciation.
'Kyle,' The young Brit smiled at him, he offered Kyle his hand.'I'm Gregory, we met the other night.'
'Yeah,' Kyle accepted the offered hand and shook it. 'I remember you, you are a fantastic musician dude.'
'Thank you,' Gregory smiled.
'I was just telling Gregory that you were interested in learning French,' Emily winked at him. 'And you briefly met Christophe who you noticed was French and were wondering if he could help you out.'
Smooth Emily, Kyle thought as he forced himself to nod along in agreement.
'Uh... Yeah,' Kyle flushed. 'I bummed a cigarette off him after work the other night. We got to talking and he told me if I planned on visiting France I should brush up on my High School French.'
'I see,' Gregory smiled. 'Why not do a night course or find a qualified tutor?'
'Um...' the red head gulped, biting his bottom lip. 'I'm not familiar with anyone in the area?'
'You can't use the internet?' he raised his eyebrows. 'Google French tutor's in London?'
'I hadn't really thought about that,' Kyle gulped, he flushed red.
'Look,' the blonde man smirked. 'Christophe is an attractive guy, but he's not easy to be around. He has more issues than anyone else I have ever worked with. And trust me, issues come with our line of work. Plus he has a girlfriend, they've been together for a couple of years and you don't look like a home wrecker. Are you?'
'N-No,' Kyle jumped, running a hand through his hair. 'It's not like that. I just thought he was a nice guy who seemed to like me. I'm new to the city and would like to learn French, he did mention was a shame I hadn't kept up with it... He was decent to me, that's all.'
'Oh,' Gregory frowned. 'Just because you want a friend I'm not just going to hand over his number you know.'
'No, I wasn't expecting that,' Kyle shook his head. 'I was hoping you could pass my number onto him and if he was interested in tutoring me or just going for a beer to give me a call. Or text me! No pressure.'
'Sure,' the blonde Brit smiled, he pulled his phone from his pocket, unlocked it and handed it to Kyle. 'I can do that. Just enter your details in for me.'
'Thanks,' he returned Gregory's smile. He entered in his number, followed by his name and as an after though added "American" in brackets. 'Again, Thanks.'
'No problem,' Gregory said as Kyle passed him back the phone. 'You know I can't guarantee anything-'
'I know,' the red head flushed red. 'But who knows. Maybe I'm exactly who he wants to talk to right now.'
'Give me a sec,' Gregory's fingers flew over the keys. '"Red headed American from the Bludgeon asked me to pass on his details to you." There you go, the rest is up to him. Just be warned, he never checks his phone.'
'Thanks again,' Kyle smiled. 'Much appreciated.'
'Well enough about Christophe,' the Brit slammed his hand on the counter making the other two jump. 'Drink your coffee and tell me about yourself.'
'Sure,' Kyle laughed, taking a sip as commanded. 'I'm Five foot eight, have red hair, Jewish, eighteen, Gemini, anything else you want to know?'
'Well that was a little general,' Gregory smirked at him. 'How about what brings you to London?'
'Escape mostly,' Kyle began, the conversation was second nature to him now. 'Small town, smart kid, too much pressure, decided to live my own life before living my mothers version of it.'
'Makes sense,' Gregory sipped his coffee. 'And since coming here do you regret it?'
'Nope,' Kyle grinned. 'I haven't felt this free in ye-' Kyle's phone chimed. 'Huh.'
Kyle reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. "One New Message" the screen read, Kyle unlocked his phone and opened up his messages.
This is Christophe, thanks for getting Gregory to pass your details through to me. - C
'It's Christophe,' Kyle flushed, he quickly added Christophe into his phone. 'How do a spell DeLorne?'
'Upper case D,' Gregory began, his mouth slightly turned down. 'Lower case E, Upper Case L, lower case O-R-N-E.'
'Thanks,' Kyle beamed at him, before sending the Frenchman a response.
No problem, I figured I didn't get a chance to last night. Sorry for running out on you. - K
I understand. - C
Last night was overwhelming. - C
Agreed. When are you free to talk again? - K
When are you off work? - C
Sunday's and Monday's – K
I'm free Sunday evening. - C
Works for me, where should we meet? - K
Meet you at your workplace at five. - C
Sounds great, see you then. - K
K - C
'Awesome,' Kyle smiled, pocketing his phone. 'Sorry about that, I know it was rude.'
'No problems,' Gregory smiled. 'French Lessons are a go?'
'We're meeting up on Sunday.'
'You'll have this French thing mastered soon,' Emily beamed, clearly trying to re-insert herself into the conversation. 'Now how about we celebrate with something sweeter than coffee.'
'I'd love to but not at the moment,' Gregory finished his coffee before rising. 'I have to be going. Always a pleasure Emily.' The aforementioned girl beamed at him. 'And Kyle, just remember what I said. Be careful.'
Kyle traced the new design on his wrist before looking the blonde boy dead in the eyes.
'I will.'
–
Ike,
I am so sorry I haven't written to you sooner, I had no idea where to begin or what I wanted to say.
I am sorry I just up and left without telling you, I just couldn't stay there anymore. I felt suffocated. Mom had my entire life planned out for me and I don't want what she wants for me, I want to live my own life. So I left, ran to another country. And that left you alone with Mom and Dad, I hope they haven't been too terrible to you.
I should have said something to you, let you know what I was planning and helped you prepare for the inevitable fall out.
God, I am such a self centered prick. You probably think I am the worst brother in the world right now and you would be right.
And I am sorry you couldn't come to me with how you're feeling, or to Stan or even to Kenny, that you had to go to Cartman. I hope he hasn't been to terrible to you, or insulting and has actually helped you come to terms with everything that is happening over there.
I am missing you like crazy, hoping to convince Mom and Dad to visit sooner rather than later, would love to see you. Feel free to call me anytime, day or night. If I don't answer I'll be at work and will call you back as soon as possible.
Love you younger brother.
Kyle
–
'Dum da dum blurp dum da dum blurp.'
Kyle groaned as his Skype tone began to ring. It was Sunday, his day off and yes it was almost ten in the morning, but Kyle deserved a sleep in. 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 hoped back into bed, snuggled into the blankets and answered the call. 'Hello?'
'Hi Kyle,' Token's face appeared. 'How is everything going?'
'Its going really well Token,' Kyle beamed, happy to see the other mans face. 'I am so happy to see your right now. How are you?'
'Worried and stressing out about you,' He snapped. 'You were supposed to call me after your shift ended on Friday remember? You had a panic attack and scared me shitless? You never called me Kyle.'
'Uh...' Kyle gulped, his face turning white. 'Oh shit Token,' he flushed. 'I am so sorry.'
'You're sorry?' Token snapped. 'Sorry doesn't cut it Kyle. You had a panic attack, and I couldn't be there to make sure you were okay. You said you'd call, and when you didn't I thought something had happened.'
'I-I'
'If it wasn't for the fact that Cartman received a read receipt from you I wouldn't have known that you were okay,' Token fumed. 'I had to find out from Cartman. Cartman Kyle!'
'I'm sorry,' Kyle ran his hand through his hair. 'Somethings came up and I-'
'What is that,' Token said coolly, interrupting the red head.
'What is what?' Kyle asked, confused.
'That black thing on your wrist,' Token scowled at him.
'Uh...' Kyle looked down at his left wrist. 'Well... You see...'
'Unbelievable,' Token looked murderous. 'While I was here worrying about whether you were alive or not you went and got yourself a tattoo. A tattoo Kyle? What the fuck.'
'It's not what you think it is,' Kyle began. 'You know I'm not good with needles. I just-'
'You don't even want to know what I think of you right now Broflovski,' Token glared daggers at the red head. 'You know what, I don't care anymore. Clearly this forced separation and break up is a good thing, I'm honestly glad. If your mother had her way we'd be at Stanford together and I would have had to put up with your shit there.'
'What?' Kyle whispered. 'Token please. Just listen-'
'Have fun Kyle,' Token snapped. 'And don't bother calling me. I'll email you if I'm ready to talk to you again. Bye.'
'Token I-' Kyle gasped but it was too late, the other boy had already hung up. 'Shit.'
–
Kyle's fight with Token had put him in a foul mood. He was fuming as he waited for Christophe and their meeting at five. He had arrived ten minutes early and proceeded to think back on his conversation with his now extremely ex boyfriend. He had been so preoccupied with the Christophe situation he had completely forgotten all about Token, and now he had no idea if the other boy would speak to him again.
'Hey,' a familiar voice sent a shiver down the red head's spine.
'You,' Kyle growled at the taller man. 'This is your fault.'
'What are you on about?' Christophe frowned. 'What is my fault?'
'You distract me,' the other man's voice was calming him, Kyle felt the anger start to die down, but he didn't want to let that happen. 'You are a distraction. I was supposed to call Token back after my shift on Friday, I forgot because all I could think about was you! Now he is furious with me and doesn't want to talk to me.'
'Token?' Christophe frowned. 'Your boyfriend?'
'Ex Boyfriend,' Kyle sighed, running a hand through his red curls. 'We had a friendly break up but now, now he doesn't want anything to do with me. I just... Gah! I'm just frustrated with myself you know? Like right now I want to be angry with you, but I can't.'
'I get it,' Christophe frowned. 'Surprisingly enough I do.'
'It's just... Whenever I am with you everything becomes so simple,' his voice broke. 'All I can focus on is you, everything else just melts away. Even before we had met I noticed you, when you were standing in the alley I was drawn to you. You are the one thing I can see so very clearly, and it scares the hell out of me. And I don't know what to do.'
'Kyle, I-'
'Gregory told me to leave you alone, that you were happy. Now I realize I can't, ever since I met you all I can think about is you, I dream about you,' Kyle continues realization dawning. 'It's only been three days and you occupy my waking thoughts. I thought I could come here today and just get to know you, but I feel like I already do. I feel as though I've always known you. I thought I could do this, just come here and learn, be your friend. But I can't, I'm already into deep and we've just met, I can't do this to you or to myself.. Thanks anyway.'
Kyle turned on his heal and fled.
'Kyle,' Christophe shouted. 'Wait.'
Kyle continued to run, his breath caught in his chest, tears streaming down his face. Suddenly he felt someone yank his left wrist, it was the taller Frenchman. Kyle glanced down to see that Christophe had instinctively grasped Kyle's left wrist with his wright, their matching marks pressed against each other. It was euphoric.
'Wait,' Christophe drew the smaller boy closer, his hand still firmly clasped around Kyle's arm. 'It's not just you. I feel it too.'
'I can't do this Christophe,' Kyle yanked his arm away. 'Go home to your girlfriend and forget about me. We'll both be better off in the long run.'
Kyle turned and walked away leaving the taller man standing looking broken behind him. As he walked further and further away from him his wrist began to ache, he stopped and looked down to see spirals of color begin to bloom down his arm. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He felt a hand upon his shoulder.
'You don't get to do that,' Christophe snarled at him. 'You don't get to make that decision for the both of us. I left Jess on Friday evening, after our meal in the Cafe, she didn't care we weren't that serious anyway. I have never opened up to anyone the way I opened up to you, it was hard but it felt so right. I feel as though I have known you for my entire life.'
'Christophe,' Kyle murmured stepping closer to the Frenchman. 'I-'
'You say you dream about me?' Christophe continued, reaching out a hand to stroke Kyle's cheek. 'Since the moment we first met all those years ago you've haunt mine. Your perfect curls, your freckles which are patterned across your face like stars, your evergreen eyes... I just need to-'
Christophe lifted Kyle's chin up and closed the space between them. As their lips met Kyle's entire world shattered into a million pieces and then built itself around Christophe. Kyle had never felt anything like the kiss between himself and the taller man. He reached up to thread his fingers through Christophes soft brown hair and deepened the kiss. When they finally pulled apart Kyle's face was flushed as his lips were red.
'I-I-' Kyle began, his heart racing.
'Shhhhh,' Christophe pressed another gentle kiss to Kyle's lips. 'Come back to mine? Please?'
'I,' Kyle paused, his heart was thumping. 'Yes, yes I will.'
'Good.'
The brilliant smile Kyle received from Christophe filled him with warmth, he knew he made the right choice.
Please let me know what you think.
Another reminder I'm currently in New Zealand, so updates may slow but I am still writing.
