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 week, 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.


Hi Mom and Dad,

Just wanted to let you know I've found an apartment in the city, it is in an old industrial complex. It is a rather large apartment, two stories and is owned by the other residents. I will be leasing from them directly.

It is a unique apartment as they fitted it out themselves, with the appropriate tradespeople of course. The bottom floor is open plan, the kitchen, dining and living areas occupy the space. At the back of the apartment is a spiral staircase which leads to a secured walkway, there are five or six rooms along the walkway. There is shared laundry facilities in the basement of the apartment complex, no separate charges, it's all included I checked.

I'll be sharing with two men around my own age. Gregory Wilson and Christophe DeLorne, they used to live in South Park for a bit actually. Charlotte, my boss, knows both of them rather well and would be happy to write to you and vouch for them. In fact, I'll organize for her to send you something in the next day or so. I'll be moving in this coming Sunday, I'll send you an email once I'm settled.

Say hi to Ike for me.

Cheers,

Kyle

Chapter Eight - Moving

The start of Kyle's week passed relatively smoothly and quickly, surprisingly enough he found found an enjoyable routine to his days. Getting up, going for a jog, have a shower, get ready for work, work, back to the hostel and then sleep. The next day he would get up and begin his routine again. Before he knew it Thursday had arrived and with it another "Open Mike Night". Just as the previous week Emily bounded into the pub and wrapped her arms around Kyle.

'Kyle!' She squealed. 'A little birdy told me you found an apartment!'

'And by a little birdy,' the read head began rolling his eyes at the blonde woman. You mean your sister told you.'

'Yes,' Emily laughed. 'Is it true you'll actually be moving in with Gregory Wilson?'

'And Christophe,' Kyle smiled at her.

'Yes yes,' She dismissed him. 'Him too.'

'You don't have to be rude,' the red head chided. 'He is my soul mate after all.'

'Well yes,' Emily laughed. 'But Gregory is just so gorgeous with his blonde hair and his broad shoulders and his-'

'You realize they're closer to me in age right?' Kyle interrupted, he ran a hand through his red curls. 'I mean they're twenty and you're-'

'I know,' Emily smiled. 'He's still a cutie. It's a look don't touch without his explicit permission kind of hotness. Either of them playing tonight?'

'Not that I am aware of,' he shrugged.

'Good,' the blonde girl said. 'Because I'm a little worried about you Kyle.'

'Why?' Kyle asked, raising a single eyebrow. 'Because Gregory's not my type?'

'No,' Emily frowned, her voice serious. 'I just think that you and Christophe may be moving too fast too soon.'

'What do you mean?' the read head asked.

'You met Christophe what?' She began, her hands were playing with a coaster. 'A week ago, now you're moving in with him? You're eighteen Kyle, this is pretty serious stuff. If it's about finding somewhere to live you can stay with me until you find a place.'

'It's not,' Kyle frowned. 'If it was just about finding a place I would have payed for an extra week and lied to my parents about finding a place. It's just what happened, they needed a new roommate slash house sitter, we wont be sharing a room or anything like that. They go away so frequently for work it's easier if they have another roommate who can house sit for them. So really I wont see them most of the time.'

'Wont that make things worse?' She asked. 'What happens if you develop and attachment and something happens to them? It'll break your heart.'

'You don't think I know that?' Kyle snapped. 'You don't even realize how real a possibility that is, but both Christophe and I need this.' He let out a sigh. 'You were right you know, soul mates are real and he is mine.' He looked at her and forced a small smile. 'So I guess I have already developed an attachment. Whoops.'

'You're serious aren't you?' She whispered, a small frown appeared on her face. 'Shit... I never quite believed in soul mates, even when I was preaching the concept for you. It's fantasy. But then-' She grabbed his left wrist and raised it between them. 'Look at this, this is beautiful. And if I hadn't seen it change and grow myself I would have never believed it. It scares me Kyle.'

'It scares you?' he laughed bitterly. ' You know what I dreamed about last night? Christophe and I fighting beside each other, Christophe getting shot and dying, I felt as though my heart was dying. The best bit? It was during the French Revolution, we were in period clothes and all. I guess you were right about the past lives bit too.'

'Oh...'

'Emily,' Kyle sighed. ''Just leave it please. I get what you're saying and I agree with you-'

'Then don't move in with them!'

'But I need to do this,' Kyle murmured. 'Christophe and I both do. So please, leave it be.'

He looked at his friend one last time and then turned on his heel and fled. His heart felt heavy and his breath was short. He didn't want to lose any friends over Christophe, but he didn't realize exactly how ready he already was to do so. In the back of his mind all that mattered was Christophe, and that scared the hell out of him.

Moving day came quickly, thanks to a good word from Emily the hostel refunded Kyle five days of accommodation. At fifty pounds it wasn't much, but every little bit helped. Kyle had easily repacked his belongings into back into his suitcase, he hadn't purchased anything for himself since arriving other than food.

A warmth spread through his chest as he took one last look at the eight person dorm, he smiled before gently closing the door behind him. He headed down the stairs, dropped his key card at reception and headed out the front door.

Christophe and Gregory were waiting for him out the front, a sleek black SUV parked behind them. Christophe walked over to Kyle and placed a gentle kiss on his lips before bending down to grab the shorter mans suitcase.

'I can carry that myself you know,' Kyle scowled at him, flushing red.

'I know,' Christophe smirked at him. 'But you're our new room mate, we have to make a good impression.'

'Oh ha ha,' the red head rolled his eyes as Christophe opened the passenger door and slid Kyle's suitcase across the back seat.

'Get in,' Gregory laughed at the two. 'We need to get back before Tim arrives.'

Kyle climbed into the back of the large SUV and closed the passenger door behind him. He saw Emily waving at him through the glass window of the cafe, he flashed her a smile and waved back. They slowly headed into the busy London traffic.

'So is there a particular reason why we're driving rather than taking the underground?' Kyle asked. 'The underground would be much faster.'

'You need to know how to get into the vault,' Gregory began, indicating and turning left. 'The best way to show you is to take you there first and work our way backwards.'

'Okay...' the red head frowned. 'But still, driving?'

'If you ever want or need to drive,' Christophe began with a chuckle. 'You need to know how to get in and out of the garage, it's a bit tricky.'

'Understatement,' Gregory said, his voice playful. 'It's incredibly tricky.'

Kyle started out the window, has he watched the city go by he realized that he hadn't actually gone out to explore the city since he had arrived there. He had been there for three weeks and he hadn't seen a show, visited the Tower of London, or the London Eye, or had done anything remotely touristy. Kyle made a mental note to spend sometime exploring the city on his next days off.

'Listen up Kyle,' Gregory said stiffly. 'You'll need to pay attention here. Each of our cars has a special button under the wheel, I'll show you where it is once we've parked. See that brick wall ahead?' Just as the older man had stated, straight ahead was a brick wall, it looked as though they were going to drive straight into it. 'That's our garage door, once you're within a couple of metres, hit the button and it will open.'

Just like clockwork the wall shook and broke into two parts. The two parts slid backwards and opened into a large underground structure. As Gregory drove through the structure the walls slid closed behind them, they locked together with a dull thud. As they slowly made their way through the garage they passed several other car models, all black. Finally Gregory parked the car, both men unbuckled their seat belts and hopped out, they motioned to Kyle to follow.

'Come on,' Gregory muttered. 'Hurry up here so I can show you.'

Kyle unbuckled his belt and hopped out of the car, closing the door behind him. He quickly joined Gregory at the drivers seat, the blond man forcefully grabbed his wrist, Kyle winced slightly at the pain. He felt the taller man guide his hand beneath the steering wheel, Kyle felt a little nob jutting out.

'All you need to do is twist the nob to the right and press down,' Gregory gently twisted Kyle's hand, showing him the motion. 'See easy? It will only work if the car is out the front of the garage, the door will automatically open on the way out. Now follow me, Christophe will bring your bag to your room.'

The blonde boy appeared to race away, Kyle rolled his eyes and then jogged towards him. Gregory threw a smirk at him as he lead the red head to a large steal door. He pressed his thumb to the pad and whispered something into the speaker. The large steal door groaned, as the door opened a laser burned away any trace of the blonde mans thumbprint. Gregory entered the open door and mentioned Kyle to follow.

'So this is the vault,' Gregory began as he gestured to the large room. 'As you can see in front of us are shelves holding our various intel files and job notes. To the right is the weapons section, it houses everything from automatics to sharps and blunt force weapons. There's a panic room within the vault at the back, there's telecommunications separate to the rest of the building and food supplies for several days, you should need to use it. Now come here, we need to enter your data.' Gregory walked Kyle over to a large computer and pointed to a thumb pad similar to the one outside.

'I'm just drawing your entry up now,' Kyle saw his name and his last school photo pop up on the screen. 'There we are can you please press your thumb against the pad.' Kyle did as he was told, a blue light scanned his print. 'Now your other one.' Kyle did the same with his other thumb. 'Excellent. Either will open the door for you. Now speak into the microphone.'

'Uh,' Kyle began, his voice shaking slightly. 'What do you want me to say.'

'That will do,' Gregory smirked. 'The lock will be encoded to your voice. You'll need to press your thumbprint to the pad and speak into the microphone at the same time if you need to open the vault. Your enter and exit times are recorded though you shouldn't need to enter unless there's an emergency. The panic room itself is always unlocked, it locks from the inside only if you need to go in there. Any questions?'

'Not right now,' Kyle felt overwhelmed.

'Everything you need to know is in a pamphlet on your bed,'' the blonde Brit smiled. 'It can be a little overwhelming at first, or that's what I've been told. Now follow me.'

Kyle followed the Blonde man out of the vault, he noted the door closed automatically behind them. Gregory lead him around the side of the vault to another brick wall. The brick wall had a thumbprint scanner similar to the one that opened the vault. He gestured to Kyle to use it, Kyle pressed his thumb to the scanner, the door groaned and then slowly slid away. They walked up a flight of stairs which entered the apartment just below the spiral staircase which lead to the floor above.

'As I said,' Gregory grinned. 'Easier if we show you backwards. Pretty much the door to the garage is unlocked on this side, but you'll need to be keyed to the thumbprint scanner to access the apartment. The three of us are the only ones who have access to the vault.'

'What about your former sitter?'

'Her data has been erased from the system entirely,' Gregory continued. 'On your bed you'll find a set of keys, one for the security door and one for the Apartment door. We're Apartment 2B, though the other apartment doors are fake, we actually own the building outright. Feel free to head upstairs, your bedroom is the one at the end of the row, all our rooms have an en-suite attached. Any questions?'

'Where's the laundry?' Kyle asked, a gentle smile graced his lips. 'Christophe mentioned it was in the basement?'

'Down the same flight of stairs we just used,' Gregory flushed red. 'The opposite direction to the vault, don't stress there's no special lock for it. Anything else?' Kyle shook his head. 'I'll let you get settled in.'

Kyle proceeded up the stairs and made his way down the walkway through to his new room. He opened the door to find Christophe snoozing on a twin bed, he poked the sleeping man.

'Wha?' He groaned before rubbing his eyes. 'Hi Kyle, hope our roommate wasn't too dramatic.'

'He was fine,' the red head smiled. 'So this is it?'

Kyle eyed his new room, it was about the same size of the dorm he was sharing previously. The twin bed was pushed against the corner opposite the main door, there was a desk in one corner and a small television in the other. There were two doors on the right side of the room.

'The right one is a walk in wardrobe,' Christophe began, he hoisted himself up from the bed. 'The left is your bathroom.'

Kyle took one last long look around the room before turning and grinning at the Frenchman, he was finally home.

Dearest Kyle,

I am feared that I may have slipped through the cracks during your current adolescent drama and rebellious phase. I am very disappointed Kyle.

And yet, I find myself incredibly impressed with you, you finally grew a spine. Bravo! I am glad you have found a way out of South Park on your own terms and not your mothers.

Things in South Park have not been the same since you were last here. I know you keep in regular contact with Kenny and Stan, but they both miss you very much, and though it may surprise you, Eric has also been missing your presence. I know it is strange, but the town has been a much sadder placed since you left.

I miss you terribly, I miss our study sessions, our vibrant discussions, our even more vigorous arguments and our joint appreciation of Chris Evans' six pack (Yum!). And though I had prepared for the distance which would come between us due to our studies it now feels so much harder. You are in London, in Europe, you are not just a train ride away anymore. It could also be my overwhelming jealousy contributing to my feelings of desperation, I wish I could have seen you before you left though I completely understand why you chose not to tell anyone.

As you have undoubtedly heard Eric, Stan, Kenny and myself are about to go on an extended camping adventure together, it will be good for us. I am very nervous going, and I wish you were coming along for the adventure. I will have a tent to myself the entire time and will not be sharing with Stan, no matter what he has convinced himself of. It is hard remaining friends with your ex boyfriend, I am sure you're very familiar with the concept.

Token is very angry with you and about the tattoo you have supposedly thrown him off for. But he doesn't hate you, he just feels that you don't miss him as much as he misses you. You and I are both aware that that is false, eventually he will come around, I promise. And if he doesn't he is clearly not worthy of you and I know you will find someone who is.

I hope to hear from you sooner rather than later Kyle. Write to me regularly.

Your friend,

Wendy

Kyle had spent the afternoon unpacking his few belongings into his large walk in wardrobe, he barely made a dent in the space. Even his en-suite was the size of a small bathroom complete with a combined bath/shower. He had never lived in such luxury before, even in South Park he had to share with his brother.

Dinner that evening was a quiet affair, they had ordered some Chinese from the local takeout and uncorked a bottle of wine. Kyle was surprised at how relaxed the three of them were together, it was as though they had known each other their whole lives. Well Christophe and Gregory had, or at least that's how it seemed from all the stories they were telling.

'When our parents were living together Christophe used to hoard apples. If I had an apple he would scream at me, sharing was not in his vocabulary.'

'Gregory used to build a fort out of a sandpit. Not in the sandpit, out of an entire sandpit. He would specifically build walls so high they'd use all the sand. None of us were allowed to touch it for he had claimed the land for England.'

'When our parents stopped living together he started blaming God, never really stopped.'

'I once managed to convince Gregory that women had just a bum hole and a pee hole, he didn't learn the difference until his first proper girlfriend. Boy was he embarrassed.'

'We used to make bubble beards and eyebrows and played "The Little Mermaid". We both wanted to be King Triton because he was bad ass.'

Back and fourth they went all night, Kyle even interjected some of his own stories from growing up in South Park.

'Stan, Kenny, Cartman and I once purchased a sports watch and were sent an Ethiopian kid. We named him "Starvin Marvin" of all things. He ended up taking his village to another planet.'

'Do you remember the Singer Lorde? She became popular almost a decade ago, she was seventeen? Turns out that was Stan's dad.'

'Wendy loves to antagonize Cartman in the best ways. She has beat the shit out of him multiple times, outsmarted him at every turn, they're still great friends for some reason, mutual respect I guess.'

They laughed at each others stories and drank another bottle of wine before Gregory called it a night. He made his way to the stairs, turned to wink at the boys and then made his way upstairs and into his bedroom. This left Kyle and Christophe to sit in comfortable silence.

'So...' Kyle trailed off, his face flushed red. 'You okay with me living here?'

'Kyle,' The Frenchman rolled his eyes. 'I wouldn't have asked otherwise.' They shared a small smile. 'Come downstairs and have a smoke with me?'

'Sure,' Kyle responded forcing himself to stand out.

He followed Christophe out the front door, down the stairs and through the security door for the building. The brunette pulled a packet of cigarettes, opened them, and handed one to Kyle. A lighter quickly followed and soon the two men were smoking beneath the dim lamp light.

'So is it true the other apartments are fake?' Kyle questioned, using his spare hand to brush a curl behind his ear.

'What?' Christophe chuckled, taking a drag of his cigarette. 'That's what you want to know?' Kyle nodded his head. 'The Apartments on the first floor aren't entirely fake, they're just incredibly small compared to our own, we use them for storage. The other apartment on our floor has a small cupboard behind it which we don't use at all. The apartments on level three don't exist at all, the doors are drilled into the wall.'

'Aren't you worried?' Kyle asked. 'I mean don't people notice that you and Gregory are the only ones regularly in and out of the building?'

'Gregory usually uses the Garage,' Christophe smiled gently. 'I usually use the front door, occasionally a moving truck rocks up to remove some of our things, we like to donate old furniture to charity. But otherwise it's a building down a dark alley, people tend not to pay attention.'

'You guys really value your privacy don't you?'

'We need to in our line of work,' Christophe frowned, he took another drag from his cigarette. 'It's not just our lives we are protecting, it's our friends as well. And yours.'

'Am I not a friend,' he raised his cigarette and slowly placed it in his mouth. 'I'm feeling a little put out now.'

'You know you're special little one,' the Frenchman purred, stuffing out the remainder of his cigarette not caring about the wasted tobacco. 'You don't need me to tell you that.'

'Sometimes a guy needs to know he's pretty,' Kyle purred, taking one final drag of his smoke before following suit and putting it out. 'You do think I'm pretty right?'

'Kyle,' Christope stepped forward and cupped Kyle's face in his hands. 'I think you are beautiful.'

When Christophe pressed his lips against Kyle's, the smaller boy melted. He bought his hands up and rested them on the taller man's waist. Eventually they broke apart, matching grins on their faces.

'I think that's going to be my favorite part of living with you,' Kyle murmured before he pressed another kiss against Christophe's lips.

'Mine too,' The Frenchman returned his small kiss. 'Wanna head upstairs?'

'Yes,' the red head wanted that so very much.

Christophe took the red heads hand in his own, unlocked the security door and began to lead him upstairs. Every so often they'd stop and press gentle kisses into each others mouths and whisper sweet nothings into the others ears. After what felt like forever they finally made it into the apartment and shut the door behind them.

'Your bed or mine?' Christophe purred.

'Don't care,' Kyle's breath hitched. 'Yours. Yours is closer. Will Gregory be able to hear us in yours?'

'No,' Christophe pressed a kiss into Kyle's jaw, and then his neck. 'Rooms are all soundproofed.'

'Then yours,' Kyle groaned. 'Hurry.'

They quickly made their way up the spiral staircase, finally they found themselves in Christophes room. Kyle had barely anytime to close the door behind him before the taller man's hands were on his waist, pulling him towards the bed.

Kyle was dragged on top of Christophe's larger form. He grinned wickedly before slowly moving his hands beneath the taller boys shirt. He felt the defined muscles on Christophes belly and flushed, he wasn't sure what the Frenchman would think of his lithe body. Kyle quickly removed Christophe's shirt, his soon followed.

'Beautiful,' Christophe murmured running his hands over Kyle's chest and down his sides. 'Absolutely beautiful.'

'So are you,' Kyle murmured, kissing his way down Christophe's chest. 'So beautiful.'

He looked up at Christophe, his emerald green eyes meeting the french man's beautiful dark brown ones. He slowly undid the taller mans zip and pressed a gentle kiss against the hardness hidden by newly revealed boxers.

'Are you sure?' The french man murmured.

'Yes,' Kyle smiled wickedly before he finally went to work proving to Christophe just how sure he was.


I have the next two chapters written. I just need to do a re-read and then I'll upload.

I'll post one tomorrow morning and one in the evening hopefully.

Please review!