I'm late. And I'm awfully sorry about it. I've been up to my neck in homework now, and since I spent my weekend at the Harry Potter premier I haven't had any time to write.

SO. I'm having my story right now. ALSO, I was looking at my last chapter and my disclaimer never popped up. So I'm writing it just straight out on my document, I've decided to fill in what I wrote last chapter that never got up here.

"Hello everyone, this is my first story on , and honestly, this was a request I was given a while ago that I am finally working on. It's half-heartedly done, so things aren't really meant to be entirely accurate. Not to mention, this is South Park so anything can happen really. But I'm just planning to give fair warning, so I don't want people to really expect certain things like "Well this is what actually happened in ww2." Etc. Etc. This was the request. So I'm doing my best. I don't know EVERY detail about ww2, so cut me some slack.

But what this pretty much has to do with, is the whole South Park gang is put a little behind in time, so they can experience the World War 2. I'm not sure if I'll actually finish, just cause it's not turning out so good (I think.) I'd rather have the situations to be more accurate but alas, I suppose I'm too lazy to go open a book or spend my time looking on the internet for some certain situation that occurred.

However, I hope it is enjoyed. It's mature for swearing, the war, the drama, the sexual content and so on and so forth.

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park. South Park and the characters are owed by Matt Stone and Trey Parker."

I lay in the cot. It was uncomfortable. I wrapped myself in the shabby blanket that was too thin to keep anything warm. I had asked to leave just a little while ago, say about fifteen minutes and so far I haven't been able to fall asleep. I wanted to clear my mind. Of the war and especially of Cartman.

But here I am, lying in the cot, which feels as if I'm lying on a board; thinking about the war and thinking about Cartman. I can't help it. I blame him. He has a knack for invading my brain lately. And as the days go on it's only becoming more and more bizarre having him in my mind. I've never spent so much time in my life thinking about one person, not since I met this cute little bushy haired girl by the name of Rebecca who I met in my elementary years, however she ended up brutally breaking my innocent and young heart by turning into a, well, err, prostitute. But that was different. I had a crush on little Rebecca. I don't have a crush on Cartman. I have a deep hatred for Cartman. Completely different, don't you see? You see right? But alas, he's coming into my mind without even thinking of knocking. Then again that is Cartman. Since when is he one to knock? Never, that's when. Oh. I'm kind of getting side tracked. He's been putting thoughts into my head. Cartman that is. And they are odd thoughts too. Of course, you must remember the incident in class… and I won't lie when I say that's the worst. I've thought about him in yes, that way. But it's not my fault. Why would I want such disgusting thoughts of that fat ass?

I don't.

I really don't.

But I'm not denying that I have them. But I stand by what I said last time, I'm not gay! And I don't understand why I had an image of that, let alone any images of him at all.

I sighed. "This is ridiculous." I frowned to myself, and turned on my side, facing the wall, "A Jewish boy would not have gay feelings for a Nazi-wannabe boy." Right? I thought. It only makes sense after all. I'd have to be absolutely mental to be feeling in such a manner. I'd be thrown into the loony-bin as soon as possible.

I shook my head, and sighed. Time to actually sleep, I thought. I closed my eyes slowly, working as hard as I could to calm myself and shake the thoughts out of my head. Soon enough, I found myself drifting away.

There was no dream. It was black. Sounds depressing. But in reality, it's a hug relief. I'm tired of my weird dreams. I opened my eyes slowly. I had a good sleep. One of the best sleeps I've had in a long while. I knew because the sleep in my eyes were practically holding together my top and bottom eyelashes together. I uncurled my toes. It was a sweet sensation that grew from toe to head. The tiny warm shivers rose from my toes to my legs, to my torso, neck and head. Nothing was here to bother me. Nothing popped up in my dreams to disturb me. The sleep only felt like endless hours. I felt warm and comfortable despite being stuck in the tiny hard-as-a-rock cot and covered in only a thin itchy sheet.

I rolled over and saw something, someone I was not expecting. My eyes grew wide. It was Cartman. Sitting in a chair, hunched over, hands in his lap, legs spread apart, hands tightened together. He was watching me sleep? What for, I thought? He was staring aimlessly, like he didn't even notice that my eyes were wide open, my mouth was agape, I opened it up wider ready to shout for a nurse, or someone in the office to come and rescue me from the monster.

He realized I was awake when only a breath, a gasp escaped my lips prepared to scream. He retaliated, got out of his seat quickly and clumsily and threw his arms in the air reaching towards me.

"HE-" He wrapped his fat, grubby hands around my mouth preventing me from saying anything else.

"Ack!" He yelped. "Shut up, Jew!" I turned red. What was he doing? Was he going to do something to me? Maybe I really am dreaming now. It's sad. He's holding me down on the bed. He looks panicked. I probably look panicked as well. I struggle, but he's too big for me. I don't want to admit anything but he is actually much stronger than me, "Listen…" He says in a hush tone, I wiggle my legs by that doesn't help by much. He's sitting on them. "HEY! I have to apologize to your Jewish ass."

"WHMP?" I ask. I'm completely muffled but he nods as if he understands. He's apologizing? Did I hear right? Why on Earth? Even if he had to come in to say sorry, he would never. He has too much dignity to apologize to a Jew. I'd scoff if I could, but I can't. He lowers the hand that's covering my mouth, I don't say anything. I look around the room. I look at the door. My only escape. There are no windows just that door. That one door, I wish I could throw the tub of lard of me and just run.

I have no idea what Cartman is even playing at? What is going on in his mind exactly at this moment? Why is he even listening to a teacher?

"W…." I manage to let out, his hand teaches, I know he thinks I'm going to attempt to shout, "What are….you getting at, psycho?"

"Principal Victoria wants me to say sorry to you." He answers calmly.

"And you… you're actually going to listen to her?" He nods, "I don't believe you!" I bark back, he rolls his eyes and chuckles, I wiggle again, but it's useless.

"Oh, Kahl… why would I come in to say sorry?" He asks me. I hesitate underneath him.

"To…to mess with me, you jerk!"

"Of course! What else would bother Kahl more than me saying my apologies," His eyes turn down to me and his lips curve into a smile, "than me not actually meaning it?"

I grit my teeth, it's so STUPID! But of course it actually bugs me. It's Cartman. He continues to flash his wicked grin.

"I acted as innocent as possible, pleading I wanted to see my dear friend KAHL," He emphasizes on my name. "And apologize for my rude remarks today. It went on for a few moments, but finally, she believed that I was surely honest about it and let me come to see you. However… you were asleep…" His smile got less wicked as he went on, but he looked back down at me and it grew again slowly, "So I drew on your arm."

He got off of me, and I panicked. I didn't know what he used to draw on me but I knew what he might have drawn on me and I bolted up and pulled up both my sleeves, there was nothing, he was lying. I turned over to him.

"Kahl…" He looked back at me; I breathed slowly, "I'm sorry…" He said as innocently as possible. It drove me nuts. Such an honest sounding reply and he didn't mean it at all. He meant complete opposite of it. I ran at him yelling and hit him in the jaw, he didn't expect it, he grabbed my wrist, an angry but satisfied look on his face, and he held my hands back.

Just then Principal Victoria came in, probably from my screaming and held us apart.

"ERIC!" She shrieked, "I thought you were coming in to apologize! You seemed so honest too." Disappointment appeared across her face. Cartman looked down sorrowfully.

"I…I did." He replied in that baby and sweet voice he used to use as a kid to get away with anything, "But Kahl called me a N…N…Nazzzzziiiiiii… and hit me real haaaaarrddddd." He whined.

"WHAT? No I didn't… I mean I hit him but I…"

"Kyle?" Principal Victoria lowered her glasses and looked sternly at me, "Did you call him one?"

"No!" I shouted back angrily, glaring at Cartman.

"Kyle?" She repeated in that shrill voice, "Did Cartman apologize?"

"Well… err…" I looked at her now, with a confused expression, "He did… but he told me before he wouldn't mean it to bug me and I got mad and… well I hi-"

"Kyle… Eric came in and told us that he honestly felt really bad about hitting you, I'm sure he didn't say such a thing. Just because of what happened today, you shouldn't hold a grudge."

I was shocked. Who wouldn't hold a grudge about something like that? It's just rude with what's happening and what I am, and she's telling me to just get along with him as if we were once best friends who let a silly comment get the best of us. NO! This was different. This was something serious. Not…. Not what she's making it seem like.

"Yeah… Kahl. I felt really baaaa-aaaad." He wailed. I felt disgusted.

"Now listen you two, I'm going to need to send you two home, maybe you can reflect the incidents that had happened today and come to a healthy decision on how you two need to treat each other and your friends. Not only is this hurting each other but it's hurting those around you."

I looked at her with a grimacing look. I seemed appalled. Both of us, going home. We live in the same general direction just a few blocks apart from each other and I have to go home with him. Cartman seemed very amused. A smile grew on his face.

"You're right, Principal. I must learn to treat others in a much more respectable manner." He said sweetly. She smiled and glanced at me with a cross expression.

"Yeah… Same." I grumbled.

"Good." She nodded and led us both out of the nurses and her own office. For the whole time plastered across my face was a terrible expression and only Cartman looked pleased. Pleased to be walking home with me, the ability and opportunity to bug me. It was awful. My day was going to absolute hell. Going home. Odd images. Cartman playing with my emotions today, first just plain rudely and now jokingly while still being able to keep it in that same level of rudeness.

I didn't look back at the Principal and I attempted to avoid any eye contact with Cartman, I just walked off to the front doors avoiding anybody. I got out, down the steps, fast-walking, my steps going as fast as they could without running, hoping I caught a better head start than Cartman, but he copied my footsteps. Followed out the door quickly, went down the steps. For the while, he didn't talk to me. He just stayed a couple steps behind me. I expected him to talk soon. But he didn't. I didn't look back. Didn't want to, though it was tempting, it was also frightening, what he would start. I just looked forward, growing tense as my steps carried further.

Then he spoke, "KAHL!" I stopped. I stood there. Didn't move, didn't look back, I was standing at the curb now, of course, I thought. He waited until we were at least a block away until he wanted to talk with me. I gulped. How could I have been so stupid? Here I was worrying. He caught up to me and pushed me in the back. I stumbled a bit before turning my gaze back towards him. He grinned.

"For a day…" I began, "For a day, can't you just leave me alone. What do you gain out of this?"

"Pleasure."

"…What?"

His cheeks turned beet red and he stuttered at first but his reply was a murmur, "Not…sexually, you stupid Jew."

"I knew that." I barked back, "Why would you? I meant to say why? Why do you get pleasure out of seeing my life being ruined?" I was almost tearing up again, but I forbid myself from doing so.

"Same reason Hitler does! All his life Jews ruined his life! He got jealous sometimes of what they got and what he couldn't! It's time there gone you curly-headed ass!"

I laughed, "What Jews ruin your life? Who the hell are you jealous of?"

"What? I didn't even mention jealousy!"

"WHAT? Yes you did, you dumb-ass!"

"No I didn't." He stated, I didn't fight back. Who knew how long that would last. How long he would convince me I didn't hear what I heard. "Only ONE Jew has ruined my life. You, Kahl!"

"Pfft. You're so fucking stupid Cartman; I've never once ruined your life. You've been ripping on me since the day we met."

He held up a fat finger to my nose, "AH YES!" He shouted, "Then… back then, I did hate Jews. But I hate you more than ANYTHING! Because YOU ruined my life!" He spat shaking his pointer finger in front of my face; I swatted at it and laughed.

"You're so pathetic and immature." I said seriously. The tears that were ready to leak out of my eyelids didn't come; this whole conversation just seemed silly. "I didn't do a thing to ruin your life, as I once stated nor have I tried. I don't know what exactly goes on in your mind Eric Cartman, but it's completely ri-" He looked at me with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open, he swung his hands on my shoulder and grasped on tightly, "Ow-!" I winced. He closed his eyes and his whole face looked scrunched up like he was thinking too hard.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT, JEW!" He shouted and spat again, his annoying voice rang through my ears.

"What?" I cringed. "Call you what?"

"Call me by my first name!" He exclaimed, his face still distorted and his eyes still tightly closed shut. I wiggled out of his grasp and stared him down.

"Er…sorry…" I replied.

"What?" He opened his eyes looking startled, "Don't apologize, asshole!" He now looked in rage. I smiled. Now me apologizing and meaning it seemed to bug him like him apologizing and not meaning it but me. It was amusing and I couldn't help but to continue to smile, right now, of all times I was the one in control. Not Cartman. I was the one who did all the mind games and the picking on. Not Cartman. "Wipe that damn smirk off your face, Jew!"

"Why? Does it bug you?" I sneered happily.

"Yes, it does, and if you know what's good for you, you'll stop!"

Call me crazy for messing with a Nazi-wannabe, but I flaunted that smirk, I waltzed around in front of him showing off that smile. The fury he was giving off was growing and growing by the second. He hated it. His face was as red as a tomato now, and I was happy. So my smile grew, grew into a wide toothy grin. It probably brought him over the top cause next thing I remember was I was on the ground, and below my chest was really starting to hurt. I gasped for breath; it was the hardest thing to do; breathing.

He winded me. Hit me really hard there too. I glanced over my shoulder still gasping as hard as I could to see an enraged Cartman storming off back home.

It's a shorter chapter. I'm sorry, but I like and dislike how it turned out. :P These two fighting is kind of fun to do, I hope it turned out alright.

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