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 has been written as part of Nanowrimo 2015. It will be finished, 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.

Please review and let me know what you think.


Kyle,

Just a quick email to let you know I've arrived safely back in South Park.

My parents send you their best wishes are were glad we got to spend some time together before I headed off to College.

It was an interesting week Kyle, I learned a lot about you, about myself. I will always care deeply for you Kyle, but for now I think we should limit our contact. You're settling into a new relationship and I need to fall out of love with you. Maybe find someone of my own.

I know we can remain good friends, but for the time being I ask you not to contact me. I will send you an email once I have healed enough to talk. I will miss you Kyle Broflovski.

Your friend,

Token

Chapter Twelve – Family

It was a chilly October morning, Kyle and Christophe were standing in the arrivals lounge at Heathrow International Airport waiting for the red heads family to step through the gate. Kyle had received a message thirty minutes ago stating that they had landed safely, butterflies of excitement and nerves had filled his stomach. Christophe took the red heads hand with his own and was slowly rubbing circles on the back of it calming him down.

'Kyle,' A familiar voice called out through the flood of people. 'Hey Kyle!'

A huge grin broke out on the red heads face as his younger brother ran towards him dragging a suitcase behind him. Kyle let go of his boyfriends hand and ran towards his little brother, a tear escaped from one of his emerald green eyes. He hadn't realized just how much he missed him.

'Ike,' he grinned widely as he swept his younger brother into a hug. 'I can't believe you're here dude.'

'Me neither,' Ike laughed as they pulled away. 'It feels like an age since I last saw you.'

'Where are Mom and Dad?' Kyle asked looking for his parents.

'Mom is having a vibrant discussion with a Customs officer,' Ike rolled his eyes. 'They'll be through soon. Who's tall, dark and scowly?'

'That's Christophe,' Kyle flushed red. 'He's one of my housemates.'

'Uh huh,' Ike clearly didn't believe him. 'Housemate with benefits?'

'Shut up,' Kyle laughed, shoving his brother. 'Maybe he is more of a boyfriend.'

'That was quick,' Ike laughed, running a hand through his black hair. 'Don't worry, I wont say anything to Mom. Come on and introduce me.'

'Sure,' Kyle grabbed his younger brothers hand and dragged him towards the taller man. 'Christophe,' Kyle grinned at the Frenchman. 'This is my younger brother Ike.'

'Bonjour,' Christophe smirked, shaking the Canadian's hand. 'Lovely to meet you.'

'He's French Kyle?' Ike cackled. 'Nice to meet you too Christophe, be nice to Kyle here he's the baby in the family.'

'Hey!' Kyle glared. 'You're just smarting because I towered over you for most of our lives.'

'Not anymore short stuff,' Ike laughed. 'I'm three inches taller than you now.'

'Kyle,' Another familiar voice shouted. 'Ike? Where are you?'

His mothers familiar red beehive stood tall above the crowd. She was wearing the same outfit she had worn for years, a neatly pressed navy blue jacket on top of a white blouse. Her purple skirt swished around her gray tights and black flats. His father who was more casually dressed followed her, he dragged both of their suitcases behind him.

'Mom,' Ike shouted, he jumped up and down and waved a hand. 'We're over here!'

'Kyle!' Sheila beamed stalking towards them all. She scooped her eldest son into a firm hug, she stroked his red curls and kissed his cheek. 'I have missed you so much Bubbe.'

'I've missed you too Mom,' Kyle mumbled, returning his mothers hug. She released him and then it was his fathers turn to hug his son. 'I've also missed you Dad.'

'It's good to see you son,' his father hugged him quickly and then broke apart. 'Who's this?'

'This is Christophe DeLorne,' Kyle smiled. 'He's one of my housemates. He was lucky enough to be able to borrow a car from a friend so we could pick you up from the airport. Otherwise we would have been taxiing or braving the underground.'

'It's good to meet you son,' Gerald offered his hand to the brunette. 'Thanks for taking time from your day to come and collect us.'

'No problem sir,' Christophe shook the offered hand. 'It's lovely to meet you all.'

'A Frenchman,' Sheila fanned herself. 'Oh my.'

'Our other roommate is British,' the Frenchman chuckled. 'The three of us make an interesting combination.'

'I'm sure you do,' his mother blushed, Ike made gagging motions behind her back.

'Wanna grab something to eat?' Kyle interrupted. 'Or would you prefer to go straight to our apartment?'

'It's been a long flight Kyle,' his father smiled. 'I think we'll head to yours and maybe grab a light dinner after we've settled.'

'Sounds good Dad,' the red smiled. 'Lets go.'

'Christophe,' his mother grabbed the Frenchman around the arm. 'Tell me about yourself.'

'Well Mrs Broflovski,' he began coolly. 'You'll have plenty of time to question Gregory and I when we get home.'

'But-'

'Sheila dear,' Gerald rolled his eyes. 'Leave the boy alone. You'll have two weeks to harass him.'

'Gerald!'

'Mom!'

'Mom,' Ike groaned. 'Come on, I want to see where Kyle is living.'

'Ike-'

'Come on Mom,' Kyle grabbed his mother and wrenched her away from his boyfriend. 'Lets go.'

'Gregory,' Kyle shouted as he unlocked the front door to their apartment. 'We're here.'

Christophe had dropped them at the front of the apartment building and had sped off. He was going to drive around for a couple of minutes before parking the car in the garage. Kyle had lead his family up two flights of stairs before they reached the third floor.

'Kyle?' Gregory called, his voice echoed down the corridor. 'What time is it?'

'About five,' Kyle shouted back. 'You better be presentable.'

'Give me a sec,' the British man groaned. 'Show them to their rooms, I'll be down soon.'

'Well that's what Gregory sounds like,' Kyle chuckled rolling his eyes. 'Bedrooms are upstairs, Ike close the front door behind you.' Kyle lead his family up the staircase and showed them his room where Ike would be staying and then lead his parents to the sparsely furnished guest room. 'Get unpacked, freshen up and then head downstairs when you're ready, I'll make a pot of coffee.'

'Thanks Kyle,' His father smiled warmly. 'We'll be down shortly.'

Kyle headed back downstairs and went to the kitchen, he put the large kettle on the boil and then made his way to the lounge room. He collapsed on one of the couches with a groan.

'That bad already Kyle?' His blonde housemate questioned.

'It's fine,' the red head shuffled over to let the Brit take a seat next to him. 'Mom felt up my boyfriend, Ike is way too smart for his own good and Dad is pretending to be oblivious. So feels just like I never left South Park.'

'Family is family,' Gregory smirked. 'Hopefully you'll never meet my father, he's a character. And don't get me started on Giselle.'

'Giselle?'

'Christophe's mother,' Gregory shuddered. 'Let's just say she's a little bit insane, it's where Tophe gets it from.'

'I heard that,' the Frenchman scowled, slamming the front door behind him making them jump. 'Don't you dare talk about my mother that way!'

'Why not,' the blonde Brit smirked. 'You do.'

'But that's different,' Christophe scowled. 'Just like Kyle loves to complain about his family but would hate it if you said something nasty about them. You're the only one who welcomes criticism about your bastard father.'

'Whose father is a bastard?' His mothers voice floated down the stairs.

'Not mine Mom,' Kyle shouted back. 'Gregory is having a whinge about his father threatening to cut him off again.'

'Oh,' Sheila said walking into the lounge room, he eyes raked over the blonde Brit. 'Gregory Wilson I presume?'

'Yes,' Gregory beamed, he offered his hand. 'I own the building, charmed to meet you.'

'I see,' the red headed woman raised an eyebrow, letting the blondes hand fall. 'And what do you do for a living?'

'I'm currently studying at University,' Gregory beamed, not letting Kyle's mothers slight phase him. 'I'm doubling majoring in Criminology and Anthropology.'

'So your father bought the building?'

'Well no-'

'What bout you Christophe?' Sheila turned to the french man, brushing the blonde off. 'Kyle mentioned that you owned the apartment?'

'He was mistaken,' Christophe forced a smile. 'I rent just like he does.'

'Kyle mentioned you fitted the apartment out yourself?' the red headed woman inched closer to the Frenchman.

'That was all Gregory,' Christophe smiled stepping backwards slightly. 'I just helped in finding the tradespeople to do so. He has excellent taste.'

'I can see that,' Sheila pouted. 'Now where are my husband and other son?'

'Right here Sheila,' Gerald walked into the room. 'Ike will be down in a moment, he's snooping through Kyle's things.'

'That boy,' Sheila shook her head. 'What am I going to do with him?'

'All good Mom,' Kyle chuckled. 'Since he's going through my things you wont need to right?'

'What! What! What!' Sheila spluttered. 'What are you saying Kyle?'

'It's all good Mom,' the red head smirked. 'I lived with you for eighteen years, I know you like to make sure I'm not getting into trouble.'

'Well Kyle I-'

'S'all good Mom,' Ike beamed as he entered the room. 'Apart from lube and condoms he's pretty boring. I'm Ike by the way,' He offered his hand to the blonde Brit. 'You must be Gregory? It's great to meet you, Kyle said you own the building? Investment property? That's what I'd like to have one day.'

'Nice to meet you Ike,' Gregory chortled, returning the enthusiastic handshake. 'I do own the building, my mother left me her inheritance when she passed away. As soon as I turned eighteen I used the money to purchase a series of buildings with a friends. Most of them are used as investment properties, but we do have some buildings just for storage.'

'That's so cool,' Ike grinned. 'How many properties do you own?'

'Ike that's enough,' Gerald smiled, he also held his hand out to Gregory. 'Gerald Broflovski, nice to meet the man who's letting our son rent from him.'

'Kyle's been wonderful sir,' the blonde shook the older mans hand. 'He's even looked after the apartment when Christophe and I traveled out of the country.'

'Do you travel a lot?' Sheila raised an eyebrow.

'Not at all,' Gregory continued. 'Christophe and I have known each other since we were quite young, we visit his mother occasionally. You may remember her Giselle DeLorne?'

'Doesn't ring a bell,' Kyle's mother smirked.

'She worked in the Mayor's office in South Park for a spell,' Gregory sighed. 'Back when our parents were living together.'

'And what does your father do?'

'This and that,' he shrugged his shoulders. 'I'm not sure actually, he never really tells me.'

'Hmmmn.' she raised an eyebrow. 'Do you ever go out of your way to ask? Or do you just talk to him when you need something?'

'Gregory,' Kyle smiled. 'Why don't you help me make everyone coffee?'

'Gladly,' the blonde winked before turning and leading Kyle into the kitchen. 'Thanks.'

'You're welcome,' the red head winced, he ran a hand through his curls. 'As I've said she can be a bit intense.'

'What are you plans for them tomorrow?' the taller man questioned.

'Nothing,' Kyle raised an eyebrow. 'Tomorrow is a day of lazing, watching Netflix, adjusting to the timezone, going for a walk around the city. Why do you ask.'

'I'd like to take you to our office,' Gregory smiled. 'I think the three of us will need to let off some steam tomorrow.'

'Thank you Christophe,' they heard Sheila cry. 'It would be lovely to have a tour of the area tomorrow, especially as you know the area so well.'

'Maybe just the two of us?' Kyle winced.

'Sounds good,' Gregory chuckled. 'Has she noticed your markings yet?'

'No,' Kyle whispered, rubbing his covered wrist. 'I hope she wont find out for a while.'

'I wont tell if Christophe doesn't,' the blonde smirked.

'What a brilliant tattoo,' Ike's voice floated in from the lounge. 'Where did you get it from?'

'I'll maim him if he says anything to her.'

Stan,

So Mom and Dad have been here for less than twenty-four hours and they're already driving me insane. Mom has been quite handsy with Christophe, I have no idea why. It's really weird and creepy, Dad is ignoring it. As far as I am aware they're not having an issues, maybe it's a midlife crisis thing? Can someone have more than one?

Ike seems to be doing really well. Christophe and I will be taking him out for a day or two to show him the darker side of London. We'll be doing the London Dungeon, a Jack the Ripper tour, the London Bridge Experience, and of course the Tower of London. Apparently Madame Tussaud's Scream chamber is good if you can brave the crowds so we may do that as well.

Christophe is loving the planning aspect of the family visit. He hasn't really has the chance to do anything touristy as he has spent most of his life in and out of the city. Come to think of it I haven't really done anything touristy either...

How was your road trip anyway? You never really told me anything about it, can't wait to hear all of your stories. How is College going? I'm assuming that's why things have been so quiet recently?

I am sorry I haven't been in contact much at all. After being released from Hospital I spent a month sulking before I realized I probably needed to pull my head out of my ass, talk to my friends and go back to work.

I completely forgot that I hadn't really spoken to any of you.

Anyway email or Skype me soon? I'm missing you terribly man.

Cheers,

Kyle

The office was a thirty minute drive out of the city to the outer suburbs. Kyle watched as tightly packed buildings became slightly separated and eventually suburban. Finally Gregory pulled into a long drive way in front of a warehouse, he drove the entire way down and parked around the back of the building.

'Well this isn't as secure as I thought it would be,' Kyle wondered aloud as he stepped out of the car.

'This building is mostly used for training and conferences,' Gregory smiled, locking the car behind him. 'No point securing a building multiple people know the location of, all our sensitive files and equipment are stored in the vault at the apartment.' Kyle followed Gregory into the building, he could hear gunshots in the distance. 'Hmmmn, you may get to meet one of Christophe and my business associates.'

'I'm looking forward to that,' Kyle smirked as he followed the taller man through the building. 'It's always good to learn new things about the people you're living with.'

'Don't joke about those things here Kyle,' Gregory snapped. 'We take things very seriously.' He handed Kyle a pair of earplugs. 'Put these in to protect your eardrums from the noise.'

'Sorry,' the red head blushed, inserting the ear plugs.

'All Good,' Gregory smiled. 'Now lets see who is using our building without permission.'

'Greg mate,' a voice called out as they walked through the door of the firing range. 'Why are you always such a bloody spoil sport?'

'Anthony,' Gregory shouted. 'You didn't tell us you would be here today.'

'I never tell you,' the man, Anthony, fired several shots before putting down his gun and taking off his ear muffs. 'Why do you always get cranky?' He walked over his eyes flicking over Kyle's body. 'Who's this then?'

'Anthony Ryan,' Gregory said formally. 'This is our housemate, Kyle Broflovski.'

He was taller than anyone Kyle had ever seen, he loomed tall over Gregory and Kyle, he would be close to seven feet tall. He had strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes, a scar ran down the right side of his face, through his cheek and over a pointed nose.

'Call me Tony,' the man offered Kyle his hand. 'You're the one who pissed off the Rakins?'

'The Rakins?' Kyle asked, he shook the mans hand.

'The men who attacked you?' Tony shook his head. 'Lead by Theo Rakin? Well he probably wasn't there, but he would have paid them.'

'I was going to tell you today,' Gregory's cheeks went red. 'Sorry.'

'No that's fine,' Kyle frowned tightly. 'You said you'd keep me informed.'

'So what are you both doing here?' Tony smirked. 'Tim will be round this afternoon if you're sticking around.'

'I want to see Kyle shoot,' Gregory began. 'Then we'll do some basic hand to hand-'

'Sounds like my kinda day.'

'And maybe we'll let him loose on the obstacle course,' Gregory chuckled. 'But only if we have time.'

'Lets get him on the range then,' Tony cackled. 'I wonder if he could even stand upright holding a gun.'

'I've fired a Glock before,' Kyle scowled. 'Just tell me what I need to do.'

'You can borrow my Baretta,' the taller man chuckled. 'I'll just go load it for you now.'

'Do I need to go over basic firearm safety with you?' Gregory asked, he handed Kyle a safety vest a smirk plastered across his face. 'Or do you just want to go for it?'

'I'll just go for it,' Kyle grinned, he shrugged on the vest and put on some earmuffs. 'I may be a bit rusty though.' He walked over to where Tony was standing. 'So what do I need to do?'

'Hit the target at the end of the range,' he handed Kyle the Baretta. 'The safety is on, need any help let us know.'

The Baretta felt heavy in Kyle's hands, it had been a while since he had held a gun let alone shot one. He held it firmly in both hands and eyed the target at the end. Feeling confident he clicked the safety and shot three times, he turned the safety back on and placed the weapon on the bench in front of him.

'Too much for you son?' Tony smirked.

'Just want to see how I did,' Kyle returned the smirk. 'Gregory, how do I bring the target in.'

'Right here Kyle,' The blonde walked over and pressed a button, drawing the target towards them.

'See,' Kyle pointed to his target, two of the three had hit the center of the paper mans chest, the third had hit his neck. 'Told you I'm out of practice.'

'Again,' Gregory unhooked the paper target and inserted another one. 'Try again.'

Kyle raised the gun and eyed the target as it moved back, once again he removed the safety and fired three bullets. This time when Gregory bought the paper target forward he had fared much better, he had hit the paper man twice in the chest and once through the forehead.

'Much better,' he smiled to himself. 'My mother always taught me to shoot twice in the chest, once in the head, more likely to kill that way,' he explained. 'She used to tell me I was a good shot.'

'She 's certainly right,' Tony laughed. 'You surprised me boy.'

'Hmmn,' Gregory frowned. 'I need to call Christophe.'


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