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.

Sorry for the long hiatus, unfortunately life happens. But luckily it is still being written and is near finished. So here is another chapter for you to enjoy.

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,

It is always wonderful to hear from you, I am glad to hear that your parents are visiting at the moment. I have good news on that front, I have managed to convince Eric to come to London with me over Christmas break! We will only have a week, but still, it is a week we will get to spend with you. I know Eric is not your most favorite person in the world, and you are not his, but he has promised to be on his best behavior. And I know you both secretly miss each other, even if you wont ever admit it.

Unfortunately Kenny is busy with work and is unable to take the time off. I am sure money was a factor, though Eric would have paid for his ticket, but you know Kenny. He is very prideful when it comes to receiving gifts from his friends.

I did not ask Stan if he wanted to come, as I have mentioned previously our relationship is not doing very well at the moment. Stan has been flinging himself at every woman who seems remotely interested, but he is happy which is the main thing. I just wish he did not tell me of every liaison he has had since we left for College, it is rather degrading.

But anyway, I will email you once we have booked our flights. I am so looking forward to seeing you in person, I miss you so much. Enjoy having your family there.

Your friend,

Wendy

P.S. I know your mother can be a bit of a handful, but it is only for two weeks, even less now! Don't stress, she will be gone sooner rather than later.

Chapter Thirteen – Freelance

It was three AM, Kyle could hear his younger brother snoring quietly next to him. The red head was having difficulty sleeping, his family had been there for almost three days and he was becoming anxious. He slid out of bed, carefully trying not to disturb the blankets or wake his brother. He decided to head downstairs and grab a glass of water. As he padded down the stairs he heard the frantic whispering of his housemates.

'Absolutely not Gregory,' Christophe hissed as Kyle made his way to the doorway of the kitchen. 'I will not let you involve him in this.'

'He's good Christophe,' the blonde man insisted. 'He is excellent with a handgun, he easily picked up basic defense, and he completed the obstacle course on the first run through. It's like he was born to do this kind of work.'

'No,' The Frenchman scowled. 'He is not another one of your pet projects, I do not want him involved in our line of work.'

'Shouldn't we leave that up to him?' Gregory questioned, stamping his foot. 'He should get a say in it.'

'Gregory,' Christophe groaned. 'He doesn't want our life, no one wants our life.'

'Why not?' Gregory continued, he began to pace the kitchen. 'You get to travel the world, experience different cultures-'

'Get shot at,' Cristophe interjected. 'Kill people, help bad people succeed and good people fail-'

'-meet rich and powerful people-'

'-live in horrible conditions-'

'-get access to the finer things-'

'-starve yourself as you have no access to food for a week-'

'-get paid ridiculous amounts of money-'

'-risk your life and those of your loved ones-'

'Maybe instead of arguing,' Kyle stepped through the door, his arms crossed in front of his chest. 'You let me figure out things in my own time.'

'Kyle,' Christophe began, his brown eyes open and pleading. 'Sorry to have woken you.'

'It's fine,' Kyle smiled, watching has Gregory halted his pacing. 'Just grabbing a glass of water.'

The red head padded over to the cupboard where the glasses were stored, he opened it up and grabbed a glass. He shut the cupboard gently and walked over to the sink. He filled the glass and then took a large gulp of water, his housemates watched in silence.

'Are you going to say anything?' Kyle asked, raising an eyebrow. 'Or are you going to continue to argue over me?'

'Maybe you can talk some sense into him,' Christophe scowled at Kyle before heading back upstairs.

'So...' Kyle trained off, her drank some more of his water. 'What's up?'

'Really,' Gregory's brow furrowed. 'That's really what you're going to ask me?'

'Gregory,' Kyle ran a hand through his red curls. 'What do you want me to ask you?'

'I want you to ask about what Tophe and I do for a living,' Gregory scowled. 'I want you to want to train with us, to work with us.'

'What?' the red head took a step back. 'Why?'

'You're a natural?' the blonde continued. 'Maybe it has something to do with your Soul Bond with Christophe.'

'Huh?'

'I've been researching,' Gregory resumed his pacing. 'Especially after what happened in Turkey-'

'You were in Turkey?'

'-when Christophe's markings were damaged when yours was. It looks like once the bond was completed you began drawing energy from one another. You may have noticed a heightened awareness for Tophe's emotional state, with training you'll be able to sense what state he is in. It's all rather fascinating.'

'I see.'

'The markings themselves are fascinating as well,' Gregory continued. 'It appears that they are a mirror image of one another, that the two of you are a mirror image of each other.'

'What?' Kyle raised an eyebrow. 'That doesn't make sense.'

'Pretty much you two reflect the best and worst in each other, you have been drawn together for centuries. You will live, love and die together in this life and you will in the next.'

'So why do you want me to work with you?' he bit his bottom lip. 'Wouldn't I be detrimental to you both?'

'Together you and Christophe would be unstoppable,' Gregory grinned. 'You'd be able to succeed, to draw strength from the other when wounded, to protect each other. Do me a favor and think about it? You being trained together may save your lives.'

'I'll think about it,' Kyle nodded, yawning. 'I'm heading back upstairs.'

'Have a good night Kyle,' Gregory smiled.

Kyle excited the kitchen and slowly made his way upstairs, he reach his boyfriends bedroom and knocked on the door. He could hear movement behind the door, eventually after a few minutes Christophe allowed Kyle into his bedroom. Kyle pressed a small, quick kiss into the taller mans neck and then locked the door behind him.

'Can I sleep here tonight?' Kyle whispered, his emerald eyes pleading for the Frenchman to say yes.

'What about your mother?' Christophe asked, he hopped back into his bed. 'I thought you didn't want her knowing.'

'Stuff it,' Kyle shrugged, he slid in beside the taller man. 'I am not ashamed of you, I love you. I want to spend tonight with you wrapped in your arms.'

'Hmmn,' the brunette wrapped those mentioned arms around the smaller man. 'I've missed you little one.'

'I've missed you too,' the red head inhaled, taking in Christophe's familiar smell. 'Night Tophe.'

'Night little one.'

Kyle couldn't take it anymore, his parents didn't understand what it was like to be young and free. So he packed a bag and ran, ran as far away as he could. He spent his days hitchhiking towards California, hoping he'd be there sooner rather than later. When he finally reached the City of Angels it was nothing like he thought it would be. He was always cold, always hungry, could rarely find shelter. Eventually he stumbled into an army recruitment office, offering himself as canon fodder for the war he had spent so long running from.

He was shipped to basic training immediately.

As he stood amongst those who were drafted he felt ill, none of them ever wanted to be there. His superior officer was a thing of beauty, with dark hair, dark eyebrows and even darker eyes. Kyle felt as though his body was on fire every time the man looked at him, he always wanted to reach out and touch him. He pulled himself back, he would always pulled himself back.

A sharp alarm broke Kyle from his dream, he groaned and then turned it off. He snuggled into the warmth of his boyfriends larger body, he was never leaving bed until he absolutely had too.

'Kyle,' Christophe murmured in his ear. 'We should get up now.'

'No,' Kyle pressed a kiss into the taller mans neck. 'Don't want to.'

'You sure Kyle?' The Frenchman asked. 'You sure you want to have that conversation with your mother?'

'Yes,' Kyle smiled up at his boyfriend. 'I love you.'

'I love you too Kyle,' Christophe smiled, he pressed a kiss into the red heads curls. 'Go back to sleep then.'

'Yes,' Kyle closed his eyes. 'Sleep...' It felt like moments but soon there was a loud banging on the door. 'Wha?'

'Kyle,' he heard his little brothers voice come through the door. 'Mom and dad are downstairs, they asked me to get you up.'

'Go'way Ike,' Kyle shouted back. 'Sleeping.'

'Kyle,' Christophe began. 'Maybe we should get up.'

'Nope,' Kyle smiled back at him. 'Never leaving this bed again.'

'Sorry Ike,' the Frenchman shouted. 'He wont move.'

'I'll send Mom,' Ike yelled back.

'Bugger off Dude,' Kyle snapped. 'Let me have some more sleep, I had an exhausting evening.'

'Ew,' his brother blanched. 'Too much info dude.'

'Not like that,' the red head flushed. 'Just let me sleep in okay?'

'Fine,' Ike continued. 'But I'm not coming up again.'

'I'm never getting up again,' Kyle retorted.

'Have fun then,' Ike smirked.

'Ugh,' Kyle flopped back into the bed. 'Sleep?'

'Sleep.'

Kyle,

It's great to hear from you! It's been a while. Don't sweat the lack of contact, that's my fault too dude. Distracted by the Road Trip then starting College, it takes two right?

I'm glad you have someone visiting you, sorry it isn't me. I am hoping to scrounge enough money by Spring Break to come and visit, but it's tough. College is harder than initially thought, loads of parties, hot girls, rushing, etc.

Christophe is one of your roommates right? Do you have a thing for him dude? You talk about him a lot.

The road trip was mostly awesome, we missed you though. Wendy never came through on the friends with benefits thing so I was stuck sharing a tent with Kenny and Cartman, it was super lame. We got to see come wicked places, I've attached a couple of photos for you to have a look at.

When are you free to Skype? We should start those up again, chat regularly.

Miss you also.

Stan

Eventually Kyle dragged himself out of bed, had a quick shower and took himself downstairs. Ike was sitting at the kitchen counter drinking a cup of coffee and playing on his laptop.

'You shouldn't drink that,' Kyle smirked, stealing his cup and taking a sip. 'Where are Mom and Dad?'

'They left to go buy food,' Ike shrugged, snatching the cup back off his brother. 'Or they may have dragged Gregory out to show them something. Wasn't really paying attention.'

'Smooth dude,' the red head chuckled, he grabbed some bread and popped it in the toaster. 'So when did you want Christophe and I to show you around?'

'Do you have time?' Ike raised a dark eyebrow. 'I mean sleeping is far more important-'

'Quiet you,' Kyle scowled at his younger brother. 'Seriously though, when suits?'

'How about today?' Ike asked. 'I mean it's almost ten, there will be a train soon.'

'Sounds good,' the red head smile, his toast popped. 'Would you mind making my toast while I chase up my boyfriend?'

'Sure,' he rolled his eyes. 'Just hurry up.'

Kyle shrugged his shoulders before heading back upstairs ans into Christophes room, he could hear the shower running. Kyle knocked gently on the bathroom door.

'Christophe,' he called. 'Are you okay to explore the city with Ike and I?'

'We can do that,' the Frenchman responded. 'Give me half an hour to finish up here and have some breakfast?'

'Think you could make it fifteen?' Kyle asked. 'Please?'

'Fine,' the Frenchman groaned. 'Only if you make me breakfast.'

'Toast okay?'

'If that's all that is on offer-'

'Yep'

'It's fine.'

'Thanks dude,' Kyle chuckled. 'See you downstairs in a minute.'

Kyle ran back down the stairs and into the kitchen, he placed another couple of slices into the toaster then proceeded to devour his breakfast. Christophe followed soon and ate his toast plain and un-buttered.

'Gross Dude,' Ike made a face.

'Your brother said he was making me breakfast,' the Frenchman shrugged. 'I am not going to insult his cooking by telling him it's bland and tasteless.'

'Hey,' Kyle laughed. 'You pinched it before I could butter it!'

'It was just sitting there,' the taller man shrugged. 'It was beckoning me with it's toasted plainess.'

'Then don't blame me,' the red head rolled his eyes. 'Now hurry up we've got to get going.'

'See what I have to put up with, Christophe moaned as he turned to Ike. 'Bread with no butter, being pushed around-'

'Shut up,' Kyle chuckled. 'Lets go.'

'How was your day boys?' Sheila asked as she dished out potatoes onto plates for dinner.

'It was wicked Mom,' Ike grinned. 'We headed into town and went to the London Dungeon, which was awesome. They had live rats in the waiting area!'

'What! What! What!' Sheila slammed down her serving fork. 'What do you mean they had live rats?'

'They were in cages Mom,' Kyle sighed rolling his eyes. 'They were pretty cute.'

'Yeah Mom,' Ike groaned. 'Don't freak out.'

'I wasn't freaking out,' their mother raised an eyebrow. 'I was just voicing my concern.'

'Uh-huh,' Ike raised his eyebrow back. 'Anyway, the London Dungeon was awesome, so much fun. The we went to the actual tower of London which was kinda boring-'

'Did you see the crown jewels?' Sheila interrupted. 'You father and I would like to go there and see them.'

'Naah,' her youngest shook his head. 'Just the princes tower and the armor display. Kyle said we'd probably go again with you. After the tower we did the London Bridge Experience, which was kinda fun and kinda lame, would have been better with more people. And we finished with Madame Tussaud's.'

'Sounds like an action packed day,' Sheila beamed. 'Did you thank your brother and Christophe for organizing it?'

'Yep,' Ike smirked. 'How was your day.'

'It was marvelous actually,' she finished serving dinner. 'Gregory took us to Hampton Court Palace, it was absolutely wonderful.'

'Did need a hand carrying everything?' Kyle questioned as he grabbed a couple of plates.

'That would be wonderful thank you,' She smiled at him. 'Ike can you grab your father and the boys?'

'Sure Mom,' Ike nodded before he turned around and bolted up the stairs.

'So Mom,' Kyle continued as he placed the full plates on the table. 'How was Hampton Court?'

'It was absolutely beautiful,' Sheila began, her face animated. 'The building itself is fascinating, the grounds were spectacular, they had actors in historical garb playing Kings and Queens of England. It was fun, have you been?'

'No,' Kyle frowned. 'Between work and work, I have little time to be a tourist. But I have seen a lot of the city itself.'

'Have you been to the theater yet?' Sheila asked, watching as the rest of the household filed slowly into the dining area. 'Seen any shows?'

'Not my thing Mom,' the red head pulled a face. 'But I'd love to take you if there's anything you'd like to see.'

'I'd love to see Phantom of the Opera,' Sheila began, smiling. 'The theater is magical Kyle, I remember when Randy convinced your father to take me to Wicked, it was a wonderful night.'

'Musicals may not be your thing Kyle,' Gregory smiled as he sat down. 'But you should try "The Woman in Black" one of the best plays I've ever seen.'

'Really?' Sheila pressed her lips together. 'Maybe we could go as a group?'

'I'll buy tickets for tomorrow evening,' Gregory continued. 'My treat.'

'Excellent,' Gerald laughed. 'Everyone dig in.'

The next evening they stood outside the dingy Fortune Theatre, the six of them shivering in the cold. The play had turned out to be a Gothic Horror based on the novel by Susan Hill, it was definitely a different piece of theater.

'Well that was-'

'Awesome!' Ike interrupted his mother, he was practically bouncing up and down. 'I think I jumped out of my seat a million times. And the actress who played the Woman in Black? Absolutely amazing!'

'I really enjoyed it,' Gerald smiled at his wife. 'It was certainly a different, engaging piece of theater. And it only had three actors! I have never felt so engaged.'

'Me too,' Kyle chuckled. 'Though I jumped quite a few times, I loved it. The tension just built and built and built, it was definitely something.'

'I'm pretty sure the girl next to me was clutching her knees to her chest,' Christophe joined in. 'She was almost as scared as the woman who shrieked during the first act.'

'Yes,' Sheila began, her face almost as red as her hair. 'I guess we all enjoyed it.'

'You okay Mom,' Kyle asked, an eyebrow raised.

'Yes,' his mother nodded. 'I'm fine.'

'See what I meant,' Gregory beamed at the group. 'One of the best pieces of theater I've ever-' Gregory paused, he was looking at a figure in the distance. 'Kyle, I think it's time you get your family home for the evening.'

'Gregory?' Christophe questioned, he turned to look at whoever his friend was looking at. His face went white. 'Please Kyle, you should head home now.'

'Why Christophe?' Kyle hissed, clutching his boyfriends arm. 'What's wrong?'

'Rankins,' Gregory said softly, Kyle's heart sped up. 'An old friend of ours, we're just going to say hi. Don't worry Kyle, we'll follow you home after a drink or two.'

'Kyle?' His mother asked as she raised an eyebrow.

'Just an old friend of theirs,' Kyle forced a smile. 'Come on guys, lets get home.'


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