A/N.: Although I do feel badly for the delay, it isnt my fault. It`s Tyler`s :P

Kyle couldn`t get Cartman off his mind for the next couple of days, nor could he fully comprehend what had happened in his bedroom the day his family moved in to their new house, but he didnt dare discuss it with anyone. It was bad enough that he knew he was insane without his family or friends knowing, he reasoned, and tried to distract himself from the incident. School was soon to start, and he had to mentally prepare himself for the first day, which he thought would be a horrifying ordeal since he had never been a new kid, and if the kids in the new school were anything like his friends back in South Park when it came to handling new kids (unless, of course, the new kid happened to be Nichole) then he was right to be frightened. He thought back to when Damien showed up at South Park Elementary and wished he had been a little nicer to the weirdo, especially since he was sure that the good karma from it would help him in his upcoming situation had he been nice. But i shouldn`t have had to moved, he thought dejectedly as he wandered down the streets of North Park, alone spare for his Ipod and cellphone, which he texted his friends from South Park constantly. Nobody ever mentioned Cartman; it was too painful, and even if Cartman had mostly been disliked by everyone at school, nobody had actually wanted him dead.

``Or did you?`` Kyle jumped at the voice and quickly paused his Ipod. He felt his mouth drop open in the form of an o when he saw Cartman, sitting on a park bench, seemingly utterly serene.

``H-how?`` Kyle managed to force out, although he felt his throat deplete itself of moisture and could barely do so. Cartman chuckled to himself at Kyle`s apparent distress, although it more resembled a cackle, and stood up.

``You didn`t answer my question, Kyle!`` He said, coming right into Kyle`s now reddened face and looking him straight in the eye, Cartman's a light brown and Kyle`s a brilliant green. Kyle engaged in the staring contest, and the two boys kept at it for quite some time. Kyle was acutely aware of how ridiculous his stance must have appeared to anyone who wasnt as insane as he, but he kept looking Eric in the eye. They were soft and pretty, he concluded, and suddenly, there was only one thing to do, it seemed. The real boy jumped on the invisible one, kissing him hard and even slipping him the tongue. Eric looked genuinely surprised, and even a bit amused, but he kissed back nonetheless. It was warm and wet and surreal, but it lasted only a few seconds before Kyle broke away, suddenly paranoid that someone saw him kiss Eric, or for them, the air. He quickly glanced around, saw nobody, and yanked his cellphone out of his pocket so he could pretend to be texting.

``A little worried someone saw you kiss me, Kahl? I suppose you ought to be, what with me being dead and all.`` Eric laughed a little. Kyle laughed too, a high-pitched, nervous laughter. ``Why did you kiss me Kahl? You`re not a fag are you?`` Kyle suddenly felt a familiar rush of anger wave over him. Even in death Cartman had to taunt him.

``Why did you kiss back, fat ass, if you like girls?`` He retorted.

``I don`t.`` Then there he was again in his face, so rapidly this time that Kyle dropped his cellphone while trying to kiss back. This time it went smoother; and although Eric`s mouth didn`t taste like anything, Kyle still found himself thoroughly enjoying himself. He could tell from the look on Cartman`s face that he was enjoying himself too, but again, it was Kyle who initiated the ending. Eric didn`t ridicule him this time; instead he gestured for Kyle to follow him, and follow him Kyle did.

"I suppose you're wondering why i keep coming back to talk to you, Kahl." It was a statement, not a question. Kyle felt no need to answer but continued to follow him, but paid little to no attention to where they were headed; reasonably, his mind was elsewhere, particularly on his daring five minutes the prior.

"Well," Cartman said, breaking into Kyle's thoughts, "I think you have the right to know why." They were now in a deserted clearing. Kyle shivered as a long swing creaked slightly in the wind. Although they were probably only a few feet away from civilization, he felt completely isolated.

"Quit looking scared, pussy, and fucking listen to what i have to say!" Cartman snapped. Kyle forced himself to look his dead friend in the eye. They were still the lifeless brown as before, but he detected a level of sadness within them as well.

"Okay, I'm listening."

"Good. It's your fault that I'm dead."

Kyle stared at him in disbelief, but before he could defend himself, Cartman resumed his lecture.

"But despite the fact that you did nothing, that doesn't mean it's entirely your fault. It's just as well the fault of that pussy Stan, that sack of shit Butters, and poor Kenny. All four of you did absolutely NOTHING as i plunged to my death."

"Cartman, we-"

"You stared, that's what you did. But it doesn't matter; I'm dead. What matters now is that i get revenge on those assholes, and you Kahl, are going to help me. It's only fair, after all. Wouldn't you agree?" Eric held out his hand, and Kyle was forced to shake it when the single tear rolled down his lifeless face.

"Okay, I'll help you. Who's first? How do we get back at him?"

A/N: Thoughts? Any feedback is appreciated!