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Warning: AU –Second World War
M-Rated!Contains coarse language, violent imaginary related to the context of war, and sex.
I do not own South Park. I do not own anything. I wish I was that f* genius!
Herr Cartman quickly left the office.
Kyle stood staring at the door, the violin still on his hands, not sure of what he should do now. Alfred, reading his insecurity smiled.
"I heard you playing the violin. You have a lot of talent." The butler complimented and Kyle smiled pleased while he expressed his thanks. "Considering it will take a while before they'll call you in, would you like to eat something?"
"Oh yes, please." Kyle said almost too anxiously and the butler gestured to follow him, while he gave the boy a compassionate look.
During his years of employment under the Nazi, Alfred never spoke his opinion about Hitler and his political Party's ideologies. Nobody, not even Herr Cartman, knew if he agreed with the genocidal plans or not. He just did what he was ordered, without ever questioning. But this didn't mean he actually was oblivious to what happened around him. Alfred could not understand how the world had reached this absurd point. For all he saw right now, was a boy, still waiting to reach adulthood, forced to see and live indescribable horrors. All he saw right now, was a fragile human being, with and a musical gift that would envy even the greatest composers. Germany had become an unfair country to live in, and its maddened ideologies spread themselves throughout the rest of Europe with violence and cruelty. He wondered what for future awaited this teenager and all the other souls that had to live in such awful times. But his contemplations were interrupted, as they reached the kitchens.
A delicious smell hung in the air, making Kyle feel even hungrier. To his great delight, he was guided inside the kitchen and offered a seat by the wooden table. He could not believe his eyes when he saw a plate with real homemade soup, accompanied by bread and butter.
"It's something simple, but I believe it will satisfy your hunger." Alfred said, while he placed the soup on the table.
But for Kyle, this food was divine, a gift from God sent from Heaven. He was so starving and had already forgotten the taste of real food, that he overlooked entirely his table manners and ate voraciously. Kyle had to fight tears back, as he felt suddenly overwhelmed by the pleasure of such basic things. A warm bath, clean clothes, a belly full of food. He didn't know if he was blessed by God and being rewarded for his daily struggle in the concentration camp, or if this was torture, because he knew, in a matter of hours, this wonderful world of colors, warmth and pleasant scents would be stripped away from him again. He decided he wanted to enjoy and live the present and pretend, just for a few hours, he wasn't a Jew and Nazis didn't exist.
…
The moment had arrived. It was little over ten and the dessert plates were being lifted from the table. Herr Cartman and his guests moved to the sitting room and Kyle was requested to come and play the violin. Herr Cartman stood by the door, already waiting with a dangerous look on his face.
"You will only speak when spoken too. You will not tell your function at the camp. You will not talk about gloomy stuff. Your function here tonight is to entertain. Keep my guests happy at all times. Understood, Jew?" Kyle nodded and swallowed hard. Herr Cartman opened the door, still eying him threateningly. He hadn't missed how Kyle looked paler than earlier.
They entered the richest and most beautiful living room Kyle had ever seen. The furniture was made of expensive dark oak, the decoration luxurious, with vases and sculptures from all different cultures. A large and exquisite golden chandelier hung from the ceiling, there were paintings on the walls and some decorative mirrors too. His eyes met a beautiful blond girl and a brown haired boy sitting comfortably on the large coach. They were about his age.
"My fine people, I present you our musician for tonight." Herr Cartman eloquently said while he cordially gestured Kyle to enter. "Your name, Jew." He whispered with his teeth clenched.
"Good evening. My name is Kyle Broflovski. It's a pleasure to be here today." He politely announced with a gracious bow. The blond girl applauded excited while the brown haired boy smiled genuinely. Kyle gave purposely a haughty look at Herr Cartman, who snickered amused at the boy's audacity.
"I'm sure the pleasure is all mine!" The blond girl seductively said, while she stood up and raised her hand toward Kyle. There was a quick switching of glances between the Nazi and the Jew. Herr Cartman nodded and Kyle gently held her hand and placed a gentle kiss on it, so the girl giggled satisfied. "Call me Bebe." Kyle nodded and couldn't resist a smile when she gave him a flirty look. She was a beautiful young woman, with long wavy hair and bright blue eyes. She wore a black long dress, which outlined her body contours very generously.
"And I'm Clyde" The brown haired boy cheerfully said, stretching his arm to shake Kyle's hand. "Isn't Broflovski like a Jewish name?" He asked and Kyle froze. He had no idea what he was supposed to say now, but Herr Cartman, who was of course expecting this, intervened.
"Yes Clyde. Great observation. He's Jewish, all right." Herr Cartman nonchalantly said, causing confused looks from his two guests. "You see, that son-of-a-bitch of a Butters, who was supposed to play for us as normally, was so clever to break his useless finger today. The reason he and Craig are late. They had to go to the hospital. Anyway, this Jew, who happens to work in meh camp is quite the violinist, right Kahl?" He said, while he pressed his fat fingers on Kyle's shoulder (who swallowed dry), as a warning.
"Don't Jews carry all kind of diseases?" Clyde asked a bit fearfully.
"Ay? You honestly think I would take a sick bastard to join our soiree!? Look at him! Does he look sick to you?" Herr Cartman scolded upset. "In meh camp we make a fine selection. Only the healthy stay. The rest is transported to Poland." He patted Kyle's back with a bit too much force, emphasizing his point. Clyde still gazed a bit suspiciously, but Bebe had already surrendered herself to the Jew's charms.
"Well, I think he's gorgeous." She said, while she took Kyle's hand and guided him through the room. She sat on the couch and patted the empty space next to her invitingly. Kyle hesitated, and again, looked at Herr Cartman. He nodded in permission.
"So tell me, Kyle. How long do you play the violin?" Bebe asked while she locked her blue gaze on him. Kyle looked down at the instrument he was holding and smiled at the pleasant memories it gave him.
"I started when I was 6."
"Wow, that's really young." Clyde exclaimed, sitting on the other side of the room. Herr Cartman sat on a couch nearby his friend, taking quite a gulp of whiskey. He could feel his fingertips tingle from the nerves. "Butters started playing clarinet when he was what? 13?"
"Actually, he started when he was 9, but the fool never took it serious until 7th grade." Herr Cartman clarified.
"So…How long are you in this camp?" Clyde asked curiously.
"7 months, 2 weeks and 11 days."
"Wow! You surely keep a counting record!" Clyde stated amused.
"I like to keep track of time." Kyle dryly answered. Bebe, meanwhile brought two glasses of whisky and handed one to the Jew. "I'm sorry. I don't drink when I play."
"Afraid to get the notes wrong?" Bebe teased but consented, placing his drink on the table. "For later on, then. Tell me Kyle, what was your life like before you came to the camp? What were you dreams?" Kyle hesitated and watched Herr Cartman. There was a look of warning.
"I had a, ehm…normal life. I went to school, played basketball with my friends, had violin classes. I meant to go to the Conservatory and specialize in music." He casually said, hiding any hint of regret. He looked again at the fat Nazi and he gave a small nod. So far so good. "Would you like to hear me play?" He asked, before more questions would pop up.
"Yes, please!" Bebe enthusiastically said. Herr Cartman sighed relieved and poured some more whiskey in his glass.
He watched Kyle prepare the papers with the music stave, place the violin under his chin and look concentrated for some moments. The Nazi could sense the expectation in the room, as both Bebe and Clyde stared at the Jew with curious eyes. And then the beautiful smoothing notes filled the air, coloring the world with its melody. Just like hours earlier, everybody surrendered to the music and let themselves be transported to new worlds, let the crying soft notes reach their hearts. Kyle was already playing for a while, when somebody knocked on the door. He stopped immediately startled by the sound and everybody groaned at the interruption.
"My lord, the final guests have arrived." Alfred announced and allowed another two teenagers enter the room. Herr Cartman and Clyde stood up to greet their friends.
"Nice to see you Craig" The fat Nazi said while they switched back pats. "Butters! You asshole!" He said under his breath.
"Guess which finger Butters broke." Craig said with an amused tone while he gave the middle finger.
"No way?" Clyde burst into laughter while Butters became redder by the minute. He was fidgeting nervously, his left hand's middle finger wrapped in gyps. "You're such a fag. How did it happen?"
"Uh… I-I was playing volleyball with Tweek a-and another few guys a-and the ball hit my finger so hard." He nervously recounted and the guests burst into laughter.
"Well, I know it's bad this happened to you, Butters." Clyde said, while he wiped some tears from his eyes. "But I'm glad it did. Otherwise we wouldn't have the pleasure to listen to Kyle's violin tonight." He said with sincerity, very much for Herr Cartman's and Kyle's relieve. The brown haired boy pointed at the Jew. Only now did Craig and Butters notice him.
"We did hear some music when we arrived. Sounded incredible." Craig said while he gave an appreciating look. "Nice job, Cartman." The fat Nazi didn't miss the double meaning behind his words, knowing perfectly well in which team Craig played. He ignored the hungry look the black haired boy gave the Jew and invited him and Butters to sit down. He gave them drinks and then looked at the violinist.
"Kahl, do proceed."
A lighter chapter for a change. Introducing some South Park characters in this story :)