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 will be in New Zealand till Sunday, 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.
Kyle,
Can you please send me a response to this email as soon as you receive it? One minute you were looking at us, the next we were spinning across the floor, it was rather terrifying. I am worried about you and need to know you are okay.
As you are probably already aware I called Token the minute we lost our connection with you. Please forgive me, I was scared and he was the only one who would be able to make the flight quickly.
I am now resolved to come visit during the year, I will try and convince the others to join me.
Stay safe,
Wendy
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Chapter Ten – Relation
At exactly seven am Christophe and Gregory walked through the door of Kyle's room, the Blonde Brit gently closed the door behind him as the Frenchman rushed to his boyfriends side. Christophe pressed a gentle kiss to Kyle's forehead before dragging one of the ugly green chairs to Kyle's bedside. He placed a hand on top of the red heads and gently stroked his wrist.
'How are you this morning little one?' Christophe smiled at Kyle. 'Feeling better?
'I'm good,' the red head flushed, he smiled back at the Frenchman. 'Still sore, still a bit tired, do you know when they'll discharge me?'
'No word yet,' Gregory said, his smile grim. 'We can't stay for long, the police will be coming to interview you shortly.'
'Oh,' Kyle frowned. 'You wont stay till then?'
'We can,' Christophe smiled. 'He's just being paranoid.'
'If we stay here they'll search your room before they interview you,' Gregory continued, ignoring the Frenchman. 'They are unaware that we are back in the country and I for one would like to keep it that way.'
'Why does it matter if they search my room?' Kyle asked.
'I want to record your conversation with the police,' Gregory continued. 'It means we will need to hide a recorder-transmitter in the room, and possibly a scrambler. It means that you'll only need to tell the police what happened and you wont need to repeat it to us.'
'You don't have to do that,' Christophe scowled at the Brit. 'I'm sure Kyle will be more than happy to tell us what happened.'
'I am,' Kyle piped up.
'I am sure you are,' Gregory continued. 'But we wont know what the police know unless we record it.'
'I could tell you what they ask me,' the red head raised a brow at the blonde.
'I would prefer that you didn't have to,' The Frenchman frowned. 'It would make things easier on you if you weren't actually involved with us.'
'I am already involved,' Kyle snapped. 'I was involved the moment five armed men broke into the apartment and attacked me.'
'Exactly,' The blonde Brit sounded exaserbated.. 'Hence why I want to record your conversation, distort any recordings they attempt to make and try to figure out who attacked you.'
'By tampering with an ongoing investigation,' Kyle rolled his eyes, he then ran a hand through his red curls. 'I'm not sure I am comfortable with that.'
'What do you think we do Kyle?' Gregory growled at him. 'I know you asked Christophe not to tell you anything, but this information could save your life and ours.'
'Really?' Kyle whispered, Christophe grabbed his hand and squeezed it.
'It really could,' The Frenchman whispered.
'Then do it,' Kyle said, running his free hand through his curls. 'On one condition.'
'What?' Gregory snapped.
'That you involve me in what's going on,' Kyle continued. 'I don't want to know anything to do with your missions, I just want to know what's going on here and now. What's going on with me, with the men who attacked me and why. Okay?'
'I'm happy with that,' Christophe nodded, bringing Kyle's hand up to his mouth. He placed a kiss on the back of his wrist. 'Gregory?'
'Fine,' Gregory sighed. 'I'd also like to train you in self defense and how to use a firearm.'
'I can shoot a gun,' Kyle smirked.
'Really?' Christophe's eyebrows shot up.
'Yes really,' Kyle laughed. 'Have you met my mother?'
'He has a point there,' Gregory chuckled. 'So can I plant the bug and scrambler?'
'Plant them,' the red head nodded. 'I'll take it from there.'
–
'Kyle Broflovski?'
Two police officers stood at the entrance to his room, both were male and dressed in basic blue uniforms. The older one had a face which looked as though it had been through a lot, deep frown lines were etched into his face. He had dirty brown hair and sunken blue eyes. The younger officer was classically handsome, blonde hair, blue eyed, chiseled features. He had a lovely smile plastered onto his face, though it was clear he was forcing it.
'Yes?' Kyle asked, refusing to move.
'My name is Officer Stanley,' The older officer moved forward, he was followed closely by his colleague. 'And this is my colleague Officer Richardson, we're here to record your preliminary statement.'
'Of course,' Kyle forced a smile. 'What do you need from me?'
'We're going to ask you a series of questions pertaining to the incident you were involved in the other evening,' Officer Stanley continued, his voice was calm and collected. 'All you need to do is answer them truthfully. Can you do that?'
'Sure,' the red head nodded. 'I just want this over with.'
'I'm sure you do,' Officer Stanley smiled kindly. 'My colleague will just do a brief sweep of the room to check for electronic interference, once we have the all clear we'll start the recorder and proceed to questioning you. Is that okay'
'Sure,' Kyle smiled. 'Why do you need to check?'
'My superiors have asked us to,' Officer Stanley said stiffly. 'Due to some of the people that may be involved in this case they believe your room may have been bugged. It's just a precaution, nothing to worry about.'
Kyle watched nervously as Officer Richardson pulled a device from his pocket and proceeded to scan the room. Gregory had hidden the recorder in Kyle's hair, beneath his bandages, he knew the police wouldn't check there unless Kyle was suspected of involvement in a crime. Officer Richardson didn't bother checking the ceiling where Gregory had specifically his the scrambler, he concentrated on the furniture.
'All clear Stanley,' Officer Richardson flashed another smile. 'We're good to go.'
'Kyle,' Officer Stanley removed a recording device from his pocket and turned it on. 'Can you tell us what happened the night you were attacked?'
'I was Skyping with my friends,' Kyle began, running a hand through his red curls. 'I heard this loud thump. Initially I didn't think anything of it, perhaps it was one of the neighbors, but then I heard it again. I unplugged my laptop and picked it up, I know it sounds silly but I felt safer being able to hear my friends voices. I made my way down stairs and I heard the thump again, I could see the doors shake. Then suddenly the door flew open and there were men rushing through the door.'
'How many men were there?' Officer Stanley questioned
'I counted five,' the red head answered.
'Can you describe any of them?' Officer Richardson asked.
'I got an okay look at one of them,' Kyle responded. 'I believe he was the leader. He was taller than me, well built, had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. His voice sounded rough, as though he was purposefully speaking that was to hide his voice, think Batman.'
'Batman?' Officer Richardson raised an eyebrow.
'Like the actors do in the Batman movies,' Kyle raised an eyebrow. 'You know Christian Bale? Batman Begins "I am Batman?"'
'Moving on,' Officer Stanley chuckled. 'What happened after the men rushed in?'
'I tried to run away,' the red head continued. 'One of them shouted to grab me, they caught me by the collar of my pajamas, I was yanked back. My laptop skidded away from me, one of the men grabbed it and broke it. I was able to wriggle free again. The same man shouted "catch him don't let him get away", then I was tackled. One of them smashed my face into the floor and then they forced me to stand. The leader asked me if I worked for The Herring or The Mole.'
'Do you?' Officer Richardson asked.
'I had never even heard of them before that night,' Kyle scowled.
'What happened then?' Office Stanley soothed.
'The leader said he would ask me again nicely,' Kyle continued, his voice hitching. 'He said if I didn't answer he'd have to try a different form of persuasion.' Kyle lifted his left wrist up and showed them his markings. 'He asked me again, I told him I didn't work for them, that I didn't know who they were. He pressed a knife against my tattoo, he said he was going to remove it, I panicked and yanked my arm away forcing him to slice it. It gave me the chance to escape, I ran downstairs and locked myself into the panic room. I called Emergency, heard a loud bang, heard the sirens, left the panic room so everyone could find me.'
'That's quite a tale Mr Broflovski,' Officer Stanley smiled at him. 'You are lucky to be alive. Now we have a couple more questions if you are up for it.'
'Anything I can do to help,' Kyle returned the officers smile.
'Do you know these two men?' Officer Richardson asked. He handed Kyle two large photo's, one was of Christophe the other was off Gregory.
'Yes,' Kyle frowned. 'Christophe DeLorne and Gregory Wilson, I rent a room from them.'
'Do you know where they are right now?'
'Out of the country on business,' Kyle continued coolly. 'Pretty much I am a live in house sitter, I don't see them often as they are away a lot.'
'How do you get in and out of the apartment?'
'I have keys?'
'Is that a question?'
'No,' the red head frowned, 'It's a fact.'
'How did you get into the safe room?' Officer Richardson pressed.
'I opened the door and ran through,' Kyle answered.
'How did you open the door?'
'Thumb print scanner,' Kyle frowned. 'What do you want from me?'
'Your housemates are wanted for questioning in regards to this incident,' Officer Stanley said, his voice was stiff. 'We just need to determine how involved you are with them.'
'I know their names and I have dinner with them a few times a week,' Kyle snapped. 'And I've been sleeping with Christophe,' he winced internally and sent a silent apology to his lover. 'Anything else you want to know?'
'That will be all for now,' Officer Stanley raised an eyebrow at him. 'If we require anything further is there a number we can contact you on?'
'Has anyone been able to retrieve my mobile?' Kyle asked. 'I can give that to you but I wont help until I have it back.'
'The building has been emptied,' Officer Richardson growled. 'So why don't you answer the question.'
'What?' the red heads eyes went wide. 'What do you mean emptied?'
'The apartments we could get into are empty,' Officer Stanley said, his mouth turned into a frown.
'What about me things?' Kyle asked, a note of panic in his voice. 'My passport and money was in my room?'
'I'm sure everything will turn up when your room mates do,' Officer Richardson scowled. 'He wont be discharged for a few days yet, we can list the hospital as the contact number for the time being.'
'Officer Richardson,' Officer Stanley snapped. 'You're stressing Kyle out, just leave it for now.'
'Fine,' Officer Richardson muttered. 'Is there anything else we need or can we go?'
'Kyle,' Officer Stanley turned to the red head. 'When you see your housemates next please let us know, otherwise if you need anything at all do not hesitate to contact us.' The policeman gave Kyle a business card. 'We'll see you later Kyle.'
'Bye Officer Stanley,' Kyle smiled. 'Officer Richardson.'
Kyle watched as the two policeman left the room and closed the door behind them He breathed a sigh of relief. Now all he had to do was wait for Christophe and Gregory to return.
–
Mom and Dad,
Don't panic, I've been in an accident and I am currently in the hospital. Just a few broken ribs, nothing too serious.
I will let you know when I'm discharged.
Much love,
Kyle
–
Kyle heard a knock on the door of his room.
'Kyle,' a familiar voice called, it was Token. 'Are you awake?'
'Hi Token,' Kyle answered. 'Come in.'
Kyle watched as the other man opened the door, made his way through and shut it behind him. He grabbed one of the horrible plastic couches and dragged it towards Kyle's bed. He sat down and then rested his hands on Kyle's bed, Kyle could feel their warmth through his blankets. The sat in silence listening to one another breathe in and out, watching each others chests rise and fall.
'So...' Kyle began, running a hand through his soft red curls. 'How are you enjoying London?'
The red head watched as Token turned his head, green eyes met brown. Token's eyes looked dark with anger, his mouth was drawn into a tight frown.
'Really Kyle,' Token scowled. 'That's what you want to ask me?'
'What do you want from me Token?' Kyle asked dejectedly.
'What do I want from you?' his voice shook with anger. 'What do I want from you? What the fuck has happened to you Kyle? You leave the country and get involved in highly illegal activities?'
'What?' the red head exclaimed, his eyes wide. 'That's not what happened at all?'
'What happened then?' Token snapped. 'Christophe and I had a chat, you had only been in the country for two weeks when you met him and you moved in two weeks later.'
'Christophe and I connected,' Kyle defended. 'We got along really well, we still do. He and Gregory needed someone to house sit while they were away from work, I needed a place to live. That's why I moved in with them.'
'I noticed you both got matching tattoos,' the other man sneered. 'Did you decide that he was the love of your life, you needed to get matching tattoos?'
'It wasn't like that,' the red head continued, he showed Token his left arm which was still wrapped in a bandage. 'They just appeared one day.'
'Bullshit.'
'Do you remember when I had the panic attack and I called you?' The other man nodded. 'A black circle had appeared overnight, this black circle.' He pointed to the circle on the inside of his left wrist. 'I couldn't get it off, I panicked and called you. That happened the night after I met Christophe.'
'Are you trying to tell me he magically tattooed you?'Token snorted.
'No,' Kyle shook his head. 'Each time I met Christophe it got bigger, when we kissed for the first time this happened.'
Kyle slowly undid the bandage which was securely wrapped around his forearm. As the layers were slowly removed, flashes of blues, reds, greens, and yellows appeared ton spill across his forearm. When the bandage was finally removed Kyle's markings were displayed in their full glory, he rotated his arm slightly so the other man could see the flecks of silver and gold scattered throughout. Kyle's eyes widened in suprise, there was no scar from when he was sliced open, just the beautiful swirling pattern.
'You can touch it,' Kyle held his arm out to the other man. 'It's not slightly raised like a tattoo, it's all me, my skin.'
Kyle winced in pain as Token ran his long fingers down Kyle's arm.
'Am I hurting you?' Token asked, his voice soft.
'Not intentionally,' the red head sighed. 'It just hurts when someone other than myself or Christophe touches it.'
'I'm sorry,' he withdrew his hand. 'So what does this mean for us?'
'Token,' Kyle began, his voice shook 'I thought we had broken up-'
'That wasn't a real break up,' Token snapped. 'And you know it. It was just a twelve month break so neither of us would feel guilty about having sex with other men while you were overseas.'
'I know,' the red head looked down at his mark. 'But we still broke up, and then I met Christophe and-'
'And what?' Token growled. 'You've met someone else and have fallen out of love with me? I get it Kyle, I really do. But that doesn't mean that I have to be okay with it, and I am really not. I need time to fall out of love with you, I need time to mourn our relationship, and if I have to hate you to do that then so be it.'
'Token-'
'Just leave it Kyle. I'll see you when you're next in South Park.'
Kyle felt a tear escape and roll down his cheek as his former lover left the room, slamming the door behind him. The little part inside Kyle that would always love Token shattered into a million pieces and the tears began to stream down his face. There was nothing he could do, he just had to sit and wait for something to happen. And he hated waiting.
–
Christophe and Gregory strode into the room as Kyle was halfway through eating lunch. Christophe walked over and sat in the chair beside Kyle's bed while Gregory busied himself locating and removing the scrambler he had placed earlier during the day. Kyle forced a grim smile at the two men before finishing his sandwich.
'What's wrong little one?' Christophe asked, his accent sounded thick.
'Token stopped by just before,' Kyle mumbled, drinking his juice. 'He's really not happy with me.'
'I'm sorry,' Christophe raised a hand and stroked Kyle's curls. 'Is there anything we can do to help?'
'I just-no,' Kyle shook his head. 'I'm just stressing about things that are out of my control.'
'Aha,' Gregory's voice came from the background. 'I've got it.'
'I know you'll listen to it but I should warn you,' Kyle began running a hand through his curls. 'The police are looking for you.'
'Oh we are well aware of that,' Gregory flashed a smirk. 'The recorder is also a transmitter.'
'Oh,' the red head frowned. 'Christophe, I am sorry-'
'Don't be,' Christophe shushed him, stroking his hair. 'It's none of their business what we do together, I know we are more than an easy fuck to one another.'
'I'm glad of that,' Kyle flushed. 'Otherwise I would have some grovelling to do.'
'Oh I didn't say that I wouldn't punish you for that.'
'Enough,' Gregory snapped. 'Now I am sure Kyle has some questions for us.'
'Yes,' Kyle bit his bottom lip. 'What the hell happened to the apartment.'
'As soon as we realized something had happened,' Christophe began, he reached for Kyle's hand and took it in his. 'We called one of our colleagues over here to initiate lock down. This involves changing the locks and deleting your thumbprints from the system.'
'We do this so the police can't access our files,' Gregory's mouth was tight, he stood stiff with his arms crossed in front of him. 'We're currently in the process of setting up base in a new location, it should be completed in the next few days.'
'So what happened to my things?'
'They have been retrieved,' the blonde Brit continued. 'They will be read for you to go in your new room in our new base of operations, but if you're concerned we can bring them to you.'
'That's fine,' The red head forced a smile. 'I trust you both. How often do things like this happen?'
'You mean are you at risk to be attacked again?' Gregory asked, Kyle nodded. 'It's unlikely. We had been living in the previous apartment for three years, prior to that we lived with out families.'
'So this is the first time then?'
'First time people actually broke inside and attacked,' Gregory scowled. 'We're tightening our security measures in our new location, I will not let this happen again.'
'When do you think I'll be released?' Kyle turned to Christophe. 'I am so sick of sitting here and waiting.'
'Soon little one,' Christophe kissed his forehead. 'Soon.'
Next chapter Kyle will get out of hospital. Token will return bigger and better than ever!
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