South Park Smut And Such

kenny x Kyle: Mourning You

(Possible TW: blood, death, cussing, gore)
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Kyle had never remembered Kenny's death, Kenny had accepted that. However, every time he'd die when Kyle was around, his last words were usually "I love you." It was a neverending cycle. Death after death, for it all to be forgotten the next day. It was wearing down on Kenny's heart. He'd kissed this boy hundreds of times before embracing death, and Kyle couldn't remember any of it.
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I've been hanging around Kyle a lot; more than the other guys. I've liked him for a long time, and hearing him say he loves me Back is the only thing keeping me going, aside from the fact that my death is never permanent. I never know when it's going to happen, but I find comfort in it when Kyle is around.

Today, me and Kyle are playing C.O.D. and he's better than I as usual. I don't have a console to practice on so it makes sense. My attention is more on him, anyway. His hat is off, revealing his curly red hair. His freckled face is contorted with concentration, a cute expression. He's got his natural pinkish tint on his nose and cheeks, and I smile.

"...Dude? Are you listening?" I look away for a moment, "My bad, I spaced off again." He rolls his eyes playfully. I've seen that a million times never gets old. "This is getting boring, we should go to Starks Pond!" I nod, smiling. My hood had been down for hours, but I pull it back up now. We turn off his Xbox and walk outside, making our way to the pond.

Usually, Stan's grandfather is out here mumbling about some kid named Billy, but it's deserted today. We sit on the bench and talk for a while. The topic changes rather quickly. Summer plans, cute girls, gossip, rumors, vacations, not focusing on one thing for too long. Eventually, we go silent, just staring into the pond.

I had drowned in the very pond a few months ago, accompanied by Kyle. Drowning was scary, and it hurt a lot. I could feel my lungs filling with water. I shiver at the thought, and I feel his hand on my shoulder. "You okay, Ken?" I nod, forcing a smile. I didn't get to say I love you that time. The cool air whips around our faces, stinging slightly.

I don't mind it too much, but Kyle seems to. I take off my parka, shoving it at him with a grin. He has an irritated expression. "Put that back on before you freeze to death!" I chuckle, murmuring under my breath, "Wouldn't be the first time." "Huh?" I shake my head, "Just trade me your coat, the wind won't hurt your face as badly." He rolls his eyes again but does.

I wish I could smell his scent, but it's too cold for that. We suddenly hear a loud snap, and before either of us can react, a think tree limb crashes down onto me. I gasp as it crushes my torso, definitely breaking my ribs. I scream in pain, and Kyle begins to freak out. "KENNY! KENNY OH MY GOD! NO!" I wonder if I can even talk.

I find that I can, but it's excruciating. "Ky-le...i...I'm in love...with you..." Tears fill his eyes, and I cough blood into the snow. My lungs are collapsing, and it's like I'm drowning again, just without the water. He holds my head, his salty tears falling on my face. "Oh, Kenny...I never...got to t-tell you! Fuck! Ive...I'm in love with you, too."

Everything goes black, and I find myself floating in space again. Kyle. If only things were different. If only we could truly be. I wake up in my room, doing the same panic as always, checking myself. This time, I'm still in his jacket. It's blood-stained for some reason, the only true evidence of my temporary passing. Kyle is probably looking for this. I climb out of bed, taking it off.

If I have Kyle's jacket, that means...he has mine. I sigh, walking to his house. It's colder than it was yesterday. I knock on his door, and he answers. "Hey! My jacket! Is that...blood?" I look away slowly. It's probably going to be blood-stained forever. "Yeah, I don't know how I got it. I don't know why there is blood on it either.