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For those who read the first version of this story, which original title was "Unexpected":

From this chapter on forward, you will notice more changes than before. There will be some omissions, many additions, a lot of adapting but mostly, the deepening of the psychological/emotional story between Cartman and Kyle. The storyline and plot remains unchangeable, though. Just richer.

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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!

SECOND PART – SECOND WORLD WAR – DACHAU - AUGUST - 1943

Kyle sat in a room too small for the amount of books, archives and papers in it.

He sat at a crowded desk with a typing machine, an open large book, a pile of papers, two pencils, a pen and an inkpot. The red haired teenager coughed once in a while. Sometimes it was from the musty smell of old paper, sometimes because his lungs were still recovering from his illness. Kyle sighed while he turned a page from the heavy book he was reading. It contained the register of all the camp's expenses and incomes. He still could not believe where he had landed. Of all the scenarios he had pictured himself in, as far caught as they were, this was something he never had dreamed of. Yet, here he was. Breaking his brains in this chaotic world of paper, ink and numbers. Herr Cartman's new bookkeeper.

The memory of the day he woke up with Herr Cartman standing right next to his bed, silenced and staring blankly at him, was still fresh in his mind. It had been a horribly awkward moment, in which Kyle was truly creeped out by the fat Nazi. After staring at the redhead for an uncertain time, Herr Cartman announced Kyle's new function. In less than half an hour, the still weakened Jew was following the SS to the small room and receiving instructions for his new task. The crowed office was to become the place where he would spend most of his time from that day on.

Although life was now far more comfortable than in barrack D34, it was still hard and difficult. Only in a very different way. At night, Kyle would lay on an old matrass at the corner of the small office, thinking about his family. He missed the feeling of his younger brother's small body pressed against him. He missed his father's comforting voice. His mother's encouraging smile. Kyle missed his family terribly and was worried sick with their well-being.

After Herr Cartman had given him the instructions for his first day on the job and exited the office, Kyle desperately looked for the Obituary Register in the middle of the great chaos. Once he found the file, he turned its pages with shaky fingers and a pounding heart. He tracked back the dates before the week he became ill, all the way back to the day he was brought to the Dark Room. His greatest concern went to his mother and tears couldn't be avoided when he knew she must think of him as dead. His index traced the B section of every page and sighed relieved. Not one single Broflovski was written down. But every evening, when the daily Obituary List was delivered, the whole process would start all over again. His eyes would run over the names avidly and he would only breathe after not identifying his family's name on the paper. It was torture. And this uncertainty was killing him inside. The reason why Kyle tried to focus as much as possible in his work. He needed to distract his mind from his worries, keep it busy, otherwise he was sure he would go insane. However, soon he discovered, this new function had much more challenges than one would first suspect.

The former bookkeeper had made quite a mess of his work. The amount of paperwork was enough to drive anyone crazy. Nothing was properly catalogued. It was a sea of papers and bills and small notes that were spread indiscriminately in files, inside register books and drawers. Unable to work in this manner, Kyle started to reorganize and catalogue everything in alphabetical and chronological order. He was sure it would take him weeks, perhaps even months. But it needed to be done. And at least, when he was driving himself crazy, yelling and cursing from frustration every time he would find another misplaced file, bill or piece of information; he wasn't thinking about his family.

While the red haired boy concentrated all his efforts in bringing some order in this perfect world of chaos, he started finding bills that didn't quite fit the administrative records. He started to check the dates and written fees and quickly found out there was a lot of discordancy in the monthly finances records. Kyle discovered the balance of the camps expenses and incomes were filled with gaps and were inaccurate. Disturbingly inaccurate. The former bookkeeper had made quite a small fortune for himself during his years of service in Dachau camp.

One week and a half had passed by since Kyle had started working as bookkeeper and today he finally had enough evidence of the false values and fraudulent maneuvers. He decided he would present them to Herr Cartman this very evening. He took a deep breath and picked up the file from his desk. Herr Cartman was his second greatest concern. The redhead had thought that, buy working under the same roof as the fat Nazi, he would see him more often. He could not have been more mistaken. Just like the days he was recovering, the SS never showed up, so his already built up trepidations were now becoming paranoia. Each day Kyle woke up asking himself why he was here. Living the closest thing that can be called a normal live. Having the right to eat, wash, dress and sleep properly. Having all the basic needs for a dignifying life style and perhaps even more (because Alfred and Chef made sure he was very well taken care).

Why? Why? Why?

And the more the thought about it, the more he hated the Nazi. The more he dwelled on it, the more he needed to see and vomit all his questioning on the sadistic SS. Kyle never though Herr Cartman's absence could have this kind of impact on him. He knew he should be glad for the non-communication between them, but he wasn't. It only irritated him. Because there was so much he didn't understand and the fat Nazi was the one holding all the answers. But today, Herr Cartman would have to see him. He would want to see what the red haired Jew had to show him.

"Come in." Herr Cartman said in a bored tone when he heard a knock on his door.

He was reading a small book and didn't even shift his eyes from the letters when the door was opened and Kyle entered. It was only when the Jew made a sound like clearing his throat that the fat Nazi lifted his head. He had expected it to be the butler or some soldier, but never Kyle. So he watched surprised and silenced as the boy ventured to come a bit closer, pacing hesitantly in his direction. Herr Cartman immediately felt his heartbeat accelerate, his throat go dry and chills run down his spine. He had avoided to see the Jew by all costs all this time, because he knew, whatever sensations travelled through his body every time he saw this Jew; they weren't supposed to be there. But now, Kyle was standing right opposite his desk, looking more beautiful than he could ever remember. Less pale, less skinny, looking clean with lovely combed red hair and wearing a simple white shirt that looked absolutely dashing on him. His skin was flawless, a creamy shade under splattered freckles. His cheeks were faintly rosy, matching his wonderful lips. His green eyes looked determined and fearless. And they were on his.

"Ehm…can I help you?" Herr Cartman finally managed to say. He had succeeded to sound as nonchalant and indifferent as he wanted, but his rapid heartbeat and trembling hands betrayed him.

"Your former bookkeeper has been embezzling money from the camp." Kyle dryly stated. Herr Cartman stared at him confused for moments, forcing his mind to proceed the horrible words that beautiful voice had just muttered.

"W-What?"

"It's all in here." The Jew said while he handled over the file. "At least, what I have found up until now. He's been writing down fake values on the bills record book for several years." Herr Cartman stood up, opened the dossier and started reading the numbers. He paced slowly as he turned page after page, his eyes comparing 's handwriting and the real numbers in the original bills. After a short while he halted.

"Fucking asshole!" He suddenly screamed and Kyle flinched. "T-That fucking faggot! I can't believe he's been doing this right under my very nose!"

"Y-You couldn't know…" Herr Cartman's head shot at Kyle's direction, shocked at the boy's comment. Was he defending him? Comforting him? He noticed Kyle gulped dryly as he took a few steps in his direction. The Jew cautiously reached for the file and turned a few pages. He landed his index just above a date. "See? He's been doing this from the very first year."

"1933…The fuck?...That…That son-of-a-bitch! He is going to pay for this!" Herr Cartman yelled infuriated. "I'm going rip off his dick and make him eat it!" He viciously said while he closed the dossier with a hard clap. Kyle took his hand off just in time, staring shocked at the fat Nazi, not quite believing what he had just heard. "Stay here! Do not even think about leaving this room! I'll be right back." The Nazi dangerously said while he dropped the file on his desk. He exited his office, shutting the door behind him with a loud bang.

"That went well." The Jew muttered sarcastically to himself.

He looked at the desk and picked up the dossier. But while doing so, he noticed a paper laying under it. His eyes widened when he saw it was today's Obituary List. With a bouncing heart, he looked from the still closed door down to the paper. He picked up the List and his eyes quickly scanned the faceless names of the dead and sighed relieved afterwards. But he flinched when he heard the sound of the door being opened and quickly placed the List back in its place. He straightened and did everything to wipe the guilty look away from his face, praying he had been quick enough for Herr Cartman not to have seen what he was doing. Alas for him, the SS officer did see his last fast movement and slowly headed to the desk, eying the Jew suspiciously. He saw the paper and picked it up, while the Jew lost all the color of his face. Kyle watched Herr Cartman's lips draw a sick malicious grin. He lifted his cruel brown eyes and looked directly in the green wide ones.

"They are alive. But you already knew that." The fat Nazi whispered while his smirk became crooked and evil. He knew Kyle knew exactly to whom he was referring to. The redhead did everything to hide the fear that invaded his thoughts, already knowing he would fail. Because he knew Herr Cartman had discovered his weakness. Herr Cartman was very well aware that Kyle cared about his family's safety more than anything else. But the Jew wasn't just ready to surrender and preferred to act like nothing was going on.

"Shall I take the List with me so I can update the registry?" Kyle said in his most casual voice, concealing all his fears and terrors. But instead, Herr Cartman's smirk grew even larger.

"You know, I can determine their fate. I can decide to give them a harder or easier life." Herr Cartman said, savoring each syllable he uttered. He saw the green eyes lift to his with a hint of hesitation, his mind clearly already wondering what this was about. Wondering to what extent it was only a threat and wondering if some kind of proposal was going to emerge. There was a short pause, in which Kyle obviously was pondering what to say.

"So…If you wanted, you could help them?" Kyle asked coolly, hating himself for being so weak. He knew his words reflected his desperate hope and plead for help. Herr Cartman rested the paper back on the desk and looked at it thoughtfully.

"I could put them doing easier tasks, like working in the camp's kitchens. Of course, I would need a very good reason to such a thing. After all, what will I win by transferring them to a new function?" The fat Nazi said with a victorious chuckle, his eyes still fixed on the paper. There was a short heavy silence.

"Well, I discovered your former bookkeeper was stealing from you! I think that's a quite enough…" Kyle started, hoping this would be enough to persuade the fat Nazi, but Herr Cartman cut his words.

"Let me be clear about something, Jew." The fat Nazi nastily said while he locked his gaze on Kyle's and took a step forward. The red haired boy didn't move and inch, determined to stand his ground, much for Herr Cartman's delight. "It's your obligation to figure out that kind of shit, bookkeeper. Just like it's your obligation to play the violin when my friends come over. Actually, you have no choice in nothing, because you are a Jew under meh rule."

"Well, then I guess there is nothing I can do to motivate you in helping them out, is there?" Kyle blurted bitter and upset, figuring out the cruel Nazi was as usual, playing with his mind, with his feelings. Just being his stupid arrogant and all-powerful self. But then Herr Cartman took another step closer and Kyle's heart started beating faster of alarm. He wasn't enjoying the fact the small distance between them was almost closed, but he refused to step back.

"Now, now. Don't go taking rushed conclusions. I'm sure we can find a good motivation together for me to help your sweet family." Herr Cartman said while he brushed his thumb on the edge of Kyle's under lip. "I'm sure we can find an agreement." He whispered and grinned when felt the soft and silent gasp escape those tempting rosy lips. He could see Kyle's eyes anger, the iris grow dark in the forest green. Kyle had already figured out what he wanted. "You see, Jewboy, I can do whatever I want with you. I could already have had you at any time. I could have fucked you over and over when I wanted. But it would be rape. And I'm not really into that." His thumb traveled down to the chin and he lifted it ever so slightly, their eyes meeting closer. "No. I want you to do it willingly. Just like that other night. Otherwise it's no fun." Herr Cartman saw a flash of anger cross the green eyes. Kyle jerked his head away and took a step backwards, staring furiously at the fat Nazi.

"You want me to be your sex toy?!" Kyle yelled outraged, his stomach revolving at the thought.

"Well, if you put it this way…yes." Herr Cartman said and licked his lips slowly. "We'll have great sex anytime at any place, whenever I feel like." He watched amused as Kyle's mouth opened in a shocked muted "Oh" and stared at him completely flushed. He had cornered his little Jew and was enjoying every second of it.

"How will I even know you'll truly help my family if I agree with this…proposition?" Kyle angrily spat, knowing it was a lost call, but still desperately clinging to the idea that, perhaps, there was a way out of this situation.

"I know I can be a real dick, but I assure you, I am a man of my word." Herr Cartman solemnly purred while he caressed the Jew's skin from under his jawline to his neck with the back of his hand. Kyle felt a soft tremor under the skin from where the Nazi had just touched and all the blood raised to his face. "So, what's the dilemma?" Kyle shut his eyes tight, cursing his twisted fate. There was no dilemma. There had never been. Because they both knew there was only one answer the redhead could give from the very beginning.

"If I agree, you promise to protect my family?" Kyle dejectedly asked, for the other boy's great joy.

"I'll even put it on paper and make it official, if it makes you feel more at ease." Herr Cartman said.

"In that case I'll agree with your terms for keeping my family safe."