i wrote this, thinking that it would be all happy and cute, but i was wrong... somehow my idea got warped when it was travelling from my brain to my fingers, but... oh well

i don't actually know how good i am at writing somewhat tragic/depressing stories, but i'm sort of pleased with how this turned out.

no slash this time 'round, only Krysalis and Kenny. and Michael Bublé. his songs are magnificent

so, 1. i don't own South Park, 2. i own Krysalis, 3. i don't own Michael Bublé. but i will soon own his CDs...

Kenny smiled, watching his Scots-Irish beauty sway and twirl around her living room, the sounds of Michael Bublé softly playing in the background. Her lithe figure, seeming even thinner because of her loose clothing, moved almost gracefully, a sight that warmed Kenny's heart. Her eyes were closed, so she was unaware of the blonde boy watching her from the doorway.

And watch her, Kenny did. He looked her over, from her black and red chullo hat - she refused to be without it, these days – to her sock clad feet. Chuckling softly, he noticed how the baggy black shirt fell almost to her knees, covering most of her red-plaid flannel pants. To this day, he could remember the first time he had seen her wear his clothes, and how deeply in love he was, and still is. Standing at the stove, humming a nameless tune as she flipped pancakes, her hips swaying alluringly – he remembered it all. Walking out shirtless to the sight, and feeling as if he'd fallen in love with her all over again. The pancakes had grown cold, but the two remained unaware, an unsuspecting Krysalis lifted into strong arms and carried into a room, hushed words bringing a deep blush to her cheeks.

A loud coughing interrupted his thoughts, and he frowned at the sound, heart filling with pain when he saw he bend over slightly, wiping droplets onto her shirt. Undeterred, she began to dance again, albeit slower, her stubborn attitude refusing to back down.

Kenny saw her wince every so often, holding a hand against her ribs, but never stopping her slow dance. His eyes watering, he smiled sadly, letting his backpack fall to the carpeted floor as he walked towards her, gently gripping her waist in his hands. She jumped, startled, but then sighed, leaning against him for support, her back pressed firmly against his chest. Kenny let his chin rest on top of her head, the two swaying slowly as the song ended. In the silence, the sounds of their breathing, one heavier than the other, sounded louder than normal, and a burden weighed even heavier on Kenny, the boy understanding that their time was short. Another song began to play, ridding Kenny's mind of the depressing thoughts, if only for a few minutes.

"L…" Kenny sang softly, smiling against Krysalis neck. "Is for the way you look at me."

"O," Krysalis whispered, unable to speak any louder. "Is for the only one I see."

Kenny gripped her tightly around her waist, placing light kisses behind her ear. "V – you're so very, very extraordinary," spinning her, Kenny found himself staring into her tired green eyes, the two swaying slowly side to side. "E – I love you, you're the only one I'll ever adore."

Krysalis smiled, her aches forgotten as she was held by the boy who didn't care if she'd spent hours making herself presentable. Standing with him, dancing to Bublé, all of her worries and cares dissolved, the two lovers unaware that this marked their last dance together.

.:.-.:.

With tears streaming down his face, Kenny stepped up to the open casket, staring down at the woman who would forever hold his heart. Placing his warm hand on her cold one, Kenny dropped to his knees, ignoring the sounds surrounding him. His hand trembling, he slowly placed the vibrant orange and red lily on her chest. Maneuvering it beneath her hands, so she appeared to be clutching it, Kenny smiled slightly, reaching up to stroke her cheek.

"L…" he murmured, ignoring the hands on his back. "Is for the way you look at me…."