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.
Cartman,
You have absolutely no right at all to get involved in mine or my brothers life. Stop trying to assert yourself in everyones business, it wasn't cool when we were eight and it definitely isn't cool now. Frankly my family is none of your business so piss off.
If Stan, Wendy or Kenny want to invite Ike along on your road trip that's their business. And if he wants to go, I wont stop him.
I miss him too, and I have told him as much.
Enjoy the rest of your summer. Don't email me again.
Kyle.
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Chapter Seven - Strike
The walk to Christophes' apartment took longer than it should have. Granted every so often either Kyle or Christophe would yank the other towards them and press a gentle kiss on the opposites lips. Both men were grinning like idiots by the time Christophe had finally opened the apartment door and they stumbled their way in.
'So I see you didn't listen to me,' A familiar voice began. 'I am very disappointed in you.'
Both men turned to see Gregory's familiar form lounging on the couch. He was reading something in a manilla folder, a red pen in hand. He was glaring at the two men as though they had interrupted something rather important.
'Gregory,' Kyle flushed. 'I-'
'He's not talking to you Kyle,' Christophe scowled. 'I thought you were out today.'
'I was,' Gregory said coolly. 'But I had a feeling you were going to do something stupid. And low and behold-'
'Shut it,' Christophe snapped, his french accent sounding particularly strong. 'Kyle make yourself comfortable. And you, get your feet off the couch, you know I hate that.'
'It's my couch,' the blonde Brit smirked making no effort to move. 'Aren't you going to introduce me?'
'Oh ha ha,' Christophe stalked into what appeared to be a kitchen. 'Why don't you make yourself useful.'
'You see Kyle,' Gregory turned to him, putting down the folder and pen. 'This is why the English and the French can't live together.'
'So you guys live together?' Kyle began shuffling awkwardly from side to side.
'Live together and work together,' the blonde Brit smiled at him. 'We own the property, our line of work can be rather lucrative. Come and sit down, it's weird if you're just standing there.'
'Uh...'
'Sit down Kyle,' Christophe smiled at him. 'If he tries anything I'll shoot him.'
Kyle flashed a quick look around the apartment before proceeding to sit down. The living space was surprisingly large, the entryway opened onto a combined living and dining area, towards the back of the apartment was a spiral staircase which led up to a walkway which had several rooms leading off it. To the left of the living space was a small kitchen, several plants of sorts lined the window sill above the sink.
'So Kyle,' Gregory smirked. 'French lessons huh?'
'Well...' the red head flushed. 'I do need to brush up on my French.'
The blonde Brit raised his eyebrows and wggled them suggestively. It was clear he didn't believe a word of what was coming from the red head's mouth. In the background Kyle could hear Christophe mouthing off.
'Let me see it then,' the blonde Brit scooted closer to the small red head. 'Christophe said you had the same mark as he did so show me.'
'You knew?' Kyle blinked. 'Why didn't you say anything?'
'I wasn't sure if Emily knew anything,' Gregory continued. 'I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable. Will you show me?'
Kyle slowly nodded before rolling up his sleeve. The marking had become an explosion of color spiraling upwards from that initial black circle. Kyle could see flecks of gold and silver entwined around greens and blues, it was truly a marvel to behold.
'Jesus,' Gregory muttered. 'Tophe?'
Christophe hastily moved towards them carry two cups of hot tea. He turned his right wrist towards him blonde room mate, his pattern matching Kyle's exactly. Gregory's eyes darted back and forth between the two identical patterns.
'Well,' the blonde Brit muttered. 'That escalated quickly.'
'Do you think they'll keep growing?' Kyle whispered, picking up one of the offered cups of tea and drinking.
'I don't think so,' Gregory frowned. 'All our research indicates this will be your final pattern.'
'Thank God,' Kyle breathed a sigh of relief. 'My mothers going to freak out when she sees this.'
'Shiela Broflovski?'
'Yes?' Kyle squeaked as the blonde man grabbed a manilla folder from the coffee table and threw it at Kyle. 'What's this?'
'Your mother's dossier,' Gregory smiled. 'Shiela Broflovski, fifty two years of age, five foot five. Dyes her hair with Loreal Paris Colour "Babylon" on a monthly basis. Has lead multiple campaigns against comedians Terrance and Phillip, she once succeeded in having them taken off the air. She founded 'Mothers Against Canada" and lead the war effort during the Canadian American war.' He continued to read, smirking at Kyle. 'She married Gerald Stone, two years her junior who took her name after they married twenty two years ago. She has two sons, one adopted, Ike Broflovski and yourself Kyle.'
'What?' Kyle looked at Christophe. 'What is this?'
'Don't look at him,' Gregory snapped. 'I was the one who ordered the file.'
'Why?'
'I did warn you to stay away Kyle,' the blonde Brit shrugged. 'Or I at least thought you'd learn more about Christophe before jumping in, I definitely wasn't going to let him enter another relationship blind. Especially after he mentioned that you were from South Park.'
'You remember me?'
'Not really,' Gregory frowned. 'South Park was just another town my father dragged me to.'
'I don't really understand what's going on here,' Kyle frowned running a hand through his soft red curls. 'I mean what do you want me to say here?'
'We're mercenaries Kyle,' Christophe scowled. 'I was planning on telling you once we got to know each other better, but today didn't exactly go the way I planned.'
'Mercenaries?' Kyle raised an eyebrow, his face flushed red.
'So back in South Park?'
'We weren't playing games,' Gregory continued, clearly frustrated. 'You all clearly were, but we weren't. Christophe here probably wouldn't have gotten hurt if it wasn't for the fact that one of your friends had a crush on my girlfriend at the time.'
'That's not exactly what happened,' Kyle frowned. 'We wanted to help save Terrance and Phillip.'
'And you got my best friend killed in the process,' the blonde Brit snapped jumping to his feet.
'To be fair,' the Frenchman interjected. 'I got better.'
'My friend Kenny saved him,' Kyle shouted. 'He sacrificed his afterlife to resurrect the dead.'
'I checked out your little story,' Gregory scowled, picking up another dossier and throwing it at Kyle. 'Kenny McCormick is alive and well, currently residing in South Park.'
'What?' Christophe swerved to look at Kyle. 'He's alive?'
'That's completely irrelevant,' Kyle shrugged. 'He spent a few months in hell before finally resurrecting again.'
'Again?' Christophe frowned. 'He's died before.'
'Multiple times,' Kyle shrugged. 'Kenny's parents were part of the cult of Cthulu prior to conceiving him, they were three for the booze. They don't remember much but every time Kenny dies his mother gives birth to him again. We didn't find out that this was happening until we were much older, and I still don't quite believe it. Part of the magic I guess is no one remembers when we dies.'
'That is-'
'Unbelievable right?' the red head continued. 'Just like soul mates right?' To be fair, I've probably seen and been involved in more unbelievable shit in my lifetime than you two have combined.'
'I find that highly unlikely,' Gregory scoffed.
'Try me.'
'Enough,' Christophe interjected, glaring at his flat mate. 'Does it really matter? From what we have seen in South Park ourselves and from what we have heard from others the town seems to get itself into all sorts of trouble.'
'Well then,' Gregory scowled at his flat mate and rolled his eyes. 'It's clear I am not wanted here. I'll be in my room.'
Kyle watched as the blonde man slowly raised himself off the couch and made his way to the kitchen. He made a show of making himself a cup of tea before slowly making his way up the spiral staircase, along the walkway and too his bed room. He slammed the door behind him.
'Gregory was always did like to sulk,' Christophe frowned up at his flat mate before turning to Kyle. 'So... I guess he really killed the mood?'
'Yeah,' Kyle chuckled, tucking a loose curl behind his ear. 'So what now?'
'Honestly,' the french man sat down beside the red head. 'I don't know... I guess... What are your current plans?'
'At the moment?' Kyle murmured. 'Nothing. In the next week or so I have to find a place to live. Sooner rather than later-'
'Move in here,' Christophe interrupted. 'We have a spare rooms and plenty of space for three people.'
'I-I,' his eyes grew wide. 'Are you sure? I mean we barely know each other... Isn't this fast?'
'Probably,' the other man shrugged. 'But can you really see this going any other way?'
'Honestly?' The only thing Kyle could focus on was the man sitting opposite him. 'No I really can't. Doesn't mean we're being smart or responsible.'
'Look,' Christophe began, scooting closer to the other man. 'Gregory and I are away a lot for work, having you here means there is someone looking after the place. We'll have separate rooms, we'll get a chance to really get to know each other and thouroughly research this soul mark thing that is going on.'
'How long do you go away for?' Kyle asked. 'Days, weeks, months?'
'It depends on the job,' Christophe sighed. 'Usually our jobs last a couple of weeks, the longest has been three months, but it could end up being for far longer.'
'How often do you take jobs?'
'As often as we can.'
'So I'd be a live in house sitter?' Kyle chuckled. 'I think I can handle that. I'm in.'
'That's it?' Christophe raised his eyebrows. 'No questions about what I do? Or where I go.'
'Frankly,' Kyle sighed, biting is bottom lip. 'I don't want to know. I know it wont be as bad as anything I could imagine, or maybe it's worse. If I don't know anything it'll probably be safer for me in the long term.'
'Agreed,' Christophe smiled at the shorter man. 'So yes?'
'Yes.'
'Gregory,' Christophe shouted. 'Kyle will be moving in with us in a few weeks.'
'What?' Gregory opened his door and walked out onto the walkway. 'Couldn't hear you through the loud noise blocking music I was playing.'
'Kyle's moving in with us,' the Frenchman smiled. 'You okay with that?'
'That's a bit quick,' Gregory smirked. 'You work fast.'
'We need a new sitter,' Christophe replied. 'He's looking for a place to live, it's a win win situation.'
'Your dick had nothing to do with it then?'
'What?' Kyle squeaked.
'You're the dick,' Christophe shouted at his flat mate. 'So you're good with this then?'
'Of course,' Gregory smiled. 'When can you move in? We have a mission in a fortnight.'
'I have another two weeks paid for at the hostel,' Kyle answered. 'But really I can move in anytime.'
'Next weekend then,' the blonde man continued. 'You have Sunday's off right? Gives us a week to clean out one of the rooms for you.'
'Sounds good,' the red head beamed.
'Just make sure he knows the sitter rules,' Gregory said before returning to his room.
'Sitter rules?'
'I'll get you a copy.'
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Kyle,
It's really great to hear from you dude. You kind of left me in the lurch with Mom and Dad there for a while there. I can't lie, not very happy about that.
I honestly thought you were joking when you said you were in London, I'm sure Mom and Dad didn't quite believe it either. Mom even spoke to her contacts and found exactly what flights you took, where you transitioned and when you landed. When she went to yell at the Black's, Token said he would have provided all the info if she had asked him for it first. She just scowled at him, he's probably lucky he's not in jail somewhere for assisted kidnap or something...
Mom has calmed down a bit since you left, I think she realized there was no fighting it. She is convinced that you'll change your mind and head home soon, clearly she doesn't know her own son. I honestly can't see you ever returning home, you're going to fall in love with Europe (or someone in Europe) and spend the rest of your life exploring.
You were never going to be a lawyer like she wanted, you're not that kind of serious. You wouldn't have been happy as a lawyer anyway.
And don't worry about Eric Cartman, he's been surprisingly good for me. At first he only spent time with me to get gossip about what was happening with you, you know he hates not being in the know. I think I grew on him though, we like playing the same video games, he even gave me tips on how to speak to Sally Rogers. We're going on a date next Friday. Sally and I that is, not Cartman and me.
I'm glad you're finally out of here and starting to live the life you want. As soon as I can I'm going to visit you and you can show me the city.
Write soon,
Ike
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The rules of the house sitter turned out to be a pamphlet Gregory had put together when they had first purchased the large industrial apartment. Christophe had mentioned that previously one of their colleagues girlfriends looked after their apartment, but since he had retired and she had fallen pregnant that was no longer a possibility. Kyle had giggled when he had first been given the pamphlet to take home and read, but since he had opened it up and had a look at the contents Kyle had no idea what to think.
The rule for looking after the Apartment.
1. Never give out our address, give out the PO Box on the back of the Pamphlet. No one is to know our location without explicit vetting and approval from either of the owners.
2. You are not allowed to invite visitors or guests to the apartment without explicit vetting and approval from either of the owners.
3. No animals allowed without explicit vetting and approval from either of the owners.
4. When leaving the house ensure all sensitive items and/or material is locked in the vault.
5. When the apartment is visited ensure all sensitive items and/or material is locked in the vault. Exception: If the visitor is one of the owners Business Associates sensitive items and/ormaterial related to the case being worked is allowed.
6. If any unauthorized entry is detected, head straight to the vault and secure yourself within. Collect any sensitive items and/or on your way through to the vault. Do not risk your own safety unless specifically trained to do so.
Below is a list of the owners Business Associates:
Johnathon Bingley
Timothy Ryan
Anthony Ryan
Katrina Lamb
Rose Johnson
Below is a list of the approved visitors:
Simone DeLorne
Matthew Wilson
Margaret Saxon-Wilson
Jessica Scott
Kyle folded the pamphlet and sighed, he felt way in over his head. He had no clue what the two men were up to and had absolutely no interest in digging further, but that didn't mean that the pamphlet or living with them wouldn't make him nervous. Kyle rested his head in his hands and groaned, he had no clue what to do now. His phone chirped.
How is everything going? Pamphlet not too daunting? - C
You read my mind. :) - K
Yeah... G tends to get over involved – C
So it's not as dangerous as it sounds? - K
What? - C
Living with you – K
LOL no – C
Apart fromm one break in nothing too exciting has happened - C
Good. - K
May need to rethink things due to the use of LOL – K
LOL – C
I hate you – K
Nope. Not listening. - C
We good? - C
Yeah. - K
We're good. - K
Kyle pocketed his phone and smiled. In less than a week he would repack his suitcase and move into an actual home. He finally felt as though things were going his way. He shot off a quick email to his parents letting them know he had finally found somewhere and smiled. He then opened Skype and clicked Token's icon, he clicked call. And then he waited. And waited, and waited. Nothing. Kyle sighed and decided to try calling Stan, he opened up his friends icon and clicked to call him. Stan unlike Token, answered immediately.
'Kyle!' Stan's familiar voice made Kyles heart warm. 'How are things going dude?'
'Great Stan,' Kyle beamed at his friend. 'I finally found an apartment.'
'Cool,' Stan grinned back. 'Where is it? Is it by yourself or do you have room mates? Is it a shoebox?'
'It's in the city,' he began animatedly talking, his arms flailing. 'Don't want to tell you yet in case I jinx it. But it's in an old industrial complex, it's huge! Two stories! The bottom floor is open plan, kitchen, dining and living space, at the back of the apartment is a spiral staircase which leads to a suspended platform or walkway I guess... There are five or six rooms along the walkway. I'll be sharing with two other guys, Gregory and Christophe, they're pretty awesome and super nice.'
'That's great dude,' Stan laughed at the flailing red head. 'So glad to hear that you'll soon be officially settling down over there. How's work going?'
'So far so good,' Kyle continued. 'I mean I haven't been beaten up yet, or tried to break up a brawl. Everyone is pretty tame over here, it's pretty cool. It's got a very relaxed feel and they don't even need to try. Unlike Skeeter's at home which seems to just roll with whatever the latest trend is. Have I mentioned the legal drinking age over here is eighteen? Not twenty one? I can actually go out this evening and have a beer.'
'Jealous dude.'
'What about you dude?' the red head smiled. 'How's the road trip planning going?'
'Pretty well,' the black haired boy began. 'So far the plan is to drive out to LA, stopping at random campsites on the way, we'll spend a few days there before heading to Vegas.'
'Vegas?'
'Vegas,' Stand chuckled. 'Then head to Grand Canyon and then make our way back.'
'That's a huge trip,' Kyle shook his head. 'How long is it going to take?'
'We're giving ourselves six weeks,' Stan continued. 'It's going to be awesome.'
'Sounds like it,' Kyle sighed. 'Now I'm the one who is jealous.'
'We can be jealous together,' Stan laughed at his friend before turning quiet. 'So what's up with Token?'
'Huh?'
'Token,' Stan frowned. 'He's seemed rather out of it when I saw him yesterday.'
'Yeah,' Kyle but his lip. 'I was stupid, I stressed him and forgot to call. And he got angry at me cause he thinks I got a tattoo instead of calling him.'
'Oh yeah,' Stan grinned. 'How did the circle thing go?'
'Uhh...' Kyle raised his left wrist to show his friend. 'It got worse, but it's kinda awesome.'
'Holy shit dude,' Stan gasped, his eyes wide. 'That looks amazing, where did you get it done?'
'I didn't,' the red head groaned as he ran a hand through his curls. 'It started as the circle and kept getting bigger until it became this. But it's completely unintentional.'
'Sure dude,' Stan winked before yawning. 'I wont tell your Mom. Look man, I have to go-'
'All good,' Kyle smiled. 'Thanks for letting me call.'
'I'll talk to you Tuesday right?'
'Of course dude,' the red head laughed at his friends puppy dog eyes. 'Wouldn't miss it for the world.'
'Awesome, chat to you then,' Stan laughed before signing off. 'Bye Kyle.'
'Bye Stan.'
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