Kyle POV
Today is the day, we have finally graduated from high school. We're at the graduation party and today is just the best day. Kenny and I are drinking and talking about getting a house together. Now that we are old enough. I'm so exided for our new life together.
"So Ky, I have a few houses picked out. This one and this one", he tell me as he points to two houses on a paper.
"I like that one", I point to a blue house with two rooms and a giant basement.
"Ya, I like that one too", he agrees. This is nice, just the two of us talking. Yesterday I died again and went to heaven. I haven't been to hell but Kenny said that it's gonna happen at some point. It scares me, but I'm ready for anything. It's all for him.
The problem is, we never see each other. I'm always gone and I feel like I'm leaving him alone. I wonder if he is gonna become sick of it and find someone else. No, I promised myself I wouldn't think like that.
"Anyway Ky, there's something I wanted to umm.. talk about", he says. Shit, this isn't about that is it?
"What is it Ken?", I ask. He puts a frightened face on and looks down.
"I can't handle this Ky. I love you but I just wish we could spend more time together", he tells me. He takes a deep breath and looks over at me. "I have a solution but if it makes you upset, we can find another way", he tells me.
I look at him with worried eyes and nod for him to continue. "I can always kill myself", he tells me. I jump out of my seat and look at him with fright.
"WHAT?!?", I scream.
"Think about it, you spend more time dead then alive so if I'm dead, we can see each other more", Kenny explains.
"Nonono", I tell him. He has a point though, I gotta admit it. He takes my hand and kisses my cheek.
"It's up to you babe", he says to me. I mean. It could work.. but we wouldn't be able to get a house, get married, adopt kids, or see our friends. Plus, whenever I wanted to see him, I could just shoot myself and we can spend time together in heaven/hell.
"Okay", I nod. It seems like a rational solution. But Kenny wouldn't get to see Stan or Cartman or Craig or any of our friends unless.... They die too...
"Alright", he says grabbing a knife from the table.
"Wait, right now?! In front of everyone?!", I exclame. He nods and points the knife at his chest. This is huge, this is a huge decision and I'm drunk off my ass. I can't think straight and neither can he. "Wait", I say as he stops and looks at me.
"Ky, it's okay"
"No Ken, it's not"He sighs and I look down. Before I can do anything, he quickly grabs the knife and plants it inside his chest. "KENNY!", I scream.
"This is what I want Ky. Just, be sure to meet me in hell", he says collapsing. Nononono. I have to do something really bad to go down there.I look over and see Stan and Cartman talking. I have an idea.. We can all be friends in the underworld.. together..
I slip the knife in my pocket and walk over to them. "Hey Kyle", Stan greets me. "I can't believe we're graduating dude, this is so crazy", he says exided. Shit this is hard..."Stan", I say in a worried tone.
"What is it Ky?", he asks, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"You my best friend dude, I love ya man", I tell him, placing the knife in his chest.Stan's eyes widen in shock and Cartman jumps away from the table. "Kyle.. w-why?", Stan asks, taking the knife out and covering up the bloody spot with his hands.
Tears fall from Stan's eyes as he falls to his knees. I lean down to his level and he grabs the knife from the floor. "Remember... That promise.... We made... At the.. hospital.... Ky...", he says between breaths. "If I die.. you die..", Stan says as he sticks the knife in my throat. He puts his arms around me in a hug and I do the same as we close our eyes and our spirits leave our bodies together.Stan technically killed me, so he isn't going to heaven. Our new bodies sink down and we look around the firey pits of hell. "You fucking bastard Kyle", Stan mumbles. I look around and see Kenny running towards us. "KENNY?!?", Stan yells in suprise. He smiles at us and we all group hug.
So this is how it ends for us huh? It's kinda funny in a way...
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I Would Die for You - K2
FanfictionIf Kenny can live a normal life and not worry about death, Kyle would undertake constantly dying. NONE OF THE ART IS MINE AND I DONT OWN SOUTH PARK