Blades Sink Deeper - Kyman Fanfic

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Kyle must have woken up first, as he was seated at the dining table with a whole plate of food. I yawned and gazed at his gorgeous bed hair, it was so fluffy and curly, it was perfect. He looked at me then rolled his eyes. "Stop staring, fatass!" He barked, gripping onto his fork tighter. "I'm going home now, anyway, I'll see you Monday." He put his plate in the sink, grabbed his stuff, then walked out of the door instantly.

I sighed and went to wash up. I wish he would just talk to me. I turned my head every so often, trying to catch a glimpse of him walking inside. I only caught the door close, so I sighed and went into my room to study. He had made my bed, surprisingly, and even put away my clothes. I moved my desk over to the window, so I could watch Kyle from my room.

This wasn't stalking..right? I mean, I just want to make sure he's safe and stuff. When I saw him come in, I put my head down and closed the curtains just enough so I could barely see him. He was so perfect, the way the skin radiated from his face, how he danced and sung at times when he was cleaning. I saw Stan come through the door, probably just to hang out.

I groaned when the ginger closed his blinds, probably just going to play some games. I cursed to myself, getting changed to go on a walk. It wouldn't hurt, I had nothing better to do. I got dressed into a black hoodie and dark blue jeans, my phone in my back pocket. I stepped out and was hit by the crisp cold breeze, taking me aback.

I walked down the pathway, most of the people around here were probably still asleep. It was only 8am, after all. I passed David's work place and saw some police around there. "Shit, shit, shit!" I muttered, rushing over there in secret. I walked up to a police officer, hands in my pockets. "Hello, officer, what happened here?" I was sweating like mad, pulling my hood over my head to hide it better.

"A murder took place last night. You're sweating, is something wrong? Do you know something?" Shit!

"He was my friend, David. Well, at least he worked here- I mean! I knew he had a job yesterday but I think I did see someone around here last night."

"What were 'you' doing last night?"

"On my nightly jog! I saw someone walk inside, but I was guessing that it was his mother, his father died last year in a car crash."

"Well, you were right, David was murdered last night. We have no CCTV footage, as it was turned off for unknown reasons, and all evidence was cleaned with bleach, along with his body." Good job it was off, I forgot all about the recorded footage. He probably turned it off when he was cheating. "What's you're name, son?"

"Eric Cartman, sir. I'm sorry but I should be somewhere by now. I'll tell you anything if i remember!" I then walked off, hands in my pockets. I probably nearly got caught, my nervousness was really shit of me. However, I went on with my morning causally, stopping at a milkshake shop for an hour.

I was seated at the window, observing the crime scene. As if they were ever going to catch me. Our towns police were so shit, even if they found out it was me I wasn't black; what a gold card. I didn't completely like the racists in South Park, but it is what it is.

I saw Craig and Tweek walking past, holding hands. They saw me then suddenly rushed in. Their faces were red, Tweek practically a weight on Craig as he gripped onto him. "Did you hear about David, Cartman? He got murdered last night!" Craig nervously spoke, a first for him. I nodded in response, sipping on my chocolate shake. "Don't you get it, asslicker? There's a murdered in our town, doesn't that scare you?"

"Not really. I mean, who would want to hurt me? Everyone loves me!" I replied, giving them a wide grin.

"Oh fuck off you self centred asshole!" He knocked my milkshake over my body before walking off. I groaned but soon wiped it off and wrapped my hoodie around my waist. As my arms were exposed, I was freezing my balls off. However, I made it home to get undressed to put on a dressing gown, then spent the evening watching tv.