Chapter eleven: The fight

OC time people! This may be where Cartman gets turned back to normal, so bear with me. It'll happen soon, maybe, I haven't forgotten ;).

Kyle, Stan, Cartman, Kenny, Craig, Tweek, and Butters all walked down the hall to their class. All the respective pairs were holding hands, making Stan feel lonely (Poor guy XD). They were ignoring the questioning stares, until someone decided to speak instead of look.

"FAGS!"

The group turned to see a tall, built guy standing there with his arms crossed. He had a smirk on his face that made Kyle want to knock his teeth in. His dark brown eyes were lit with loathe and determination.

"I'm sorry, what did you say to us?" Craig retorted, letting go of Tweek's hand and cracking his knuckles. The blonde hid behind him in fear.

"GAH! They're gonna F-F-FIGHT!"

"You heard me. You're all a bunch of fags! I don't understand why stretch over there (Referring to Stan) even hangs out with a bunch of ass-ramming queers like yo-"

POW!

The bully landed on the ground in a thud. Craig had punched him in the face.

"Oh you little bastard." He retorted simply, wiping the blood from his mouth and spitting some on the ground. His gelled back black hair was messed up. "You're gonna get it now."

He suddenly lunged at Craig, pulling him to the ground as well. Almost going berserk, he attempted to bash the smaller noirette's face in. Tweek tried to pull him off, only to get grabbed from behind.

"AH! LET ME GO! I DIDN'T HURT ANYONE!" He was thrown to the ground. Craig watched the whole thing in horror as his boyfriend was hurled painfully to the cold tile floor.

"SONOVABITCH!" He bellowed, plowing his fist full force into his attacker's face. This sent the bully recoiling backwards enough for him to get away from him. He ran to Tweek's attacker and punched him in the face too. Tweek was cowering against a locker, a little bit of blood trickling down his forehead. Kyle and Cartman ran to his side and helped get him out of harm's way.

Craig's original attacker had noticed them escorting him out of the fight and reached forwards to grab who he could (Which unfortunately was Cartman), pulling him to the ground with a thud. Kyle looked back and saw his boyfriend being tripped.

"Cartman!" He ran after him, only to be grabbed by Tweek.

"D-Don't do it man! Trust me, it's- GAH- a bad idea!"

Kyle watched helplessly as his boyfriend was attacked. The bully had climbed on top of him and started beating his face in. Cartman lost consciousness fairly quickly. Kyle had enough watching. His face turned as red as his hair as he lunged at the attacker. He pushed him off of Cartman, and started pounding his face in until his knuckles bled, his wrist was in excruciating pain. He just kept going and going, anger turning to tears as Stan ran forward and pulled him off. Kyle just cried helplessly. Soon enough after that, a teacher showed up to intervene.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" Mr. Garrison asked, annoyed.

"Mr. Garrison! These guys (Referring to the bullies) were harassing us for being gay!" Craig spat. His voice practically oozed hatred.

"What? Now you listen here you little shits! Just because you're twelfth graders doesn't mean you can harass other students. That one kid you beat up, yes the unconscious one, is suffering from a serious head injury you may have worsened. So you better get your sorry asses to the principal's office, and if I see you around these students again I will kick your god damn asses to next week!"

Kyle hadn't listened to any of it. He was too focused on Cartman right now. He and his friends had all surrounded the boy as he lied there on the floor. Ignoring his own pain, Kyle gently nudged him, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Cartman..? Cartman, please, wake up... I need you... I LOVE you! Please, please wake up! I need you to wake up!"

He didn't so much as flutter an eye lid. Kyle frantically started shaking him now.

"GOD DAMN IT CARTMAN DON'T DO THIS TO ME! YOU NEED TO FUCKING WAKE UP ERIC, JUST OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES!"

"KYLE!" Stan placed a hand on his shoulder. Kyle started sobbing as he buried his face into his super best friend's shirt. It wasn't fair, it just wasn't fucking fair. Why was this all happening to Cartman, to the one he loved? The Jew kept crying until a faint groan caught his attention.

"Eric?" he gasped, his head jolting to the side. Cartman was coming to, having Kenny help him sit up. He put a hand to his head and winced.

"Oh my god you're okay!" He cried, throwing his arms around him.

"Get the hell off of me, you stupid Jew!"

Kyle jumped back and just stared at him in shock. Did Cartman seriously call him a stupid Jew? Then he realized; the blow to the head must have turned him back to normal. He groaned and yelled his normal come back.

"DON'T BELITTLE MY PEOPLE, FATASS!"

"Wait; is that actually how we used to treat each other?"

Kyle looked at him in confusion. What the hell did that mean? He was about to ask when...

"What the hell are you talking about, fatass?" Kenny asked in confusion. Everyone else nodded their heads in agreement.

"Um... well... after what Wendy said in the cafeteria, I was curious about how we used to act. I was thinking of a way to test that when those bullies arrived. I wasn't expecting to be attacked, but it was an opportunity. Being knocked out, and hurt, was just incidental."

"Were you planning on getting roped into it when Craig threw that punch?" Kyle asked, annoyed and hurt.

"No, like I said, incidental." He looked at his hands in a mixture of pain and shame. His head still hurt and his vision was fuzzy. He knew he should go see the school nurse, but he was too dizzy to try and move. Awkwardly, he made eye contact with Kyle.

"I'm sorry for what I said to you. You aren't stupid in the slightest sense. You are the smartest, kindest guy I know. I love you; I didn't mean those harsh words. If I could take it back-"

He was cut off by Kyle kissing him on the lips. Cartman's head spun, both from the kiss and from blunt-force trauma. He didn't mind, though. He liked the dizzy feeling he got from kissing Kyle. That is, until it intensified something fierce.

"Augh, my head!"

Psyche! I know I should have probably turned him back, but that wouldn't be really fun now would it. This story's gonna get more elaborate (maybe). Just writing for fun though, so don't expect it to be perfect. Please R&R!