Blades Sink Deeper - Kyman Fanfic

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It was about 2am when I heard the door knock, my head pounding from the alcohol I consumed. I groaned and threw the remote at the window, trying to motion that it was open. I saw a figure come through, just barely, and watched them look at me in disgust. My body felt limp, I felt like slurring my words and speaking words that would get me arrested. But I stayed cool, trying to stand only to stumble over.

The figure caught me, looking me in the eye. I couldn't see straight, the Christmas lights fuzzy. Yes, I had a Christmas tree in February, get over it. They spoke whatever they wanted, but I couldn't make it out. They shook me, taking me over to the kitchen. I tried to resist their tough grip, but my tired body was unable to defend myself.

Suddenly, my head was dunked into a tub of ice cold water. I screamed inside of it, my hands trying to find an escape in my sudden panic. I kicked my enemy in their crotch, causing them to fall backwards onto the floor. I was finally fully awake, grabbing a knife from the wooden block. "Stop!" They screamed as I pinned them down, blade lightly grazing their chest. "It's me, Eric. Calm down."

I rubbed my eyes. Kyle. I shuffled back in both embarrassment and fear, shaking in my own skin. He was dressed in a camo jacket and black jeans, probably unable to sleep. I did kill his ex, after all, but he didn't need to know that. I was for some reason still spooked, leaning against the counter on the floor.

What if I had killed him? My own crush. My own soulmate! I couldn't help but cry in fear for what and who I could have lost in a split second. He crawled in front of me and cupped my face with his forever soft hands. "Calm down, Cartman. I just need to ask you some stuff, alright? I'm sorry, I couldn't sleep so I wanted to come over and talk to you about David. I'm guessing you've found out by now, that he's dead."

I suddenly hugged him, still overwhelmed by my sudden emotions. He returned it, his fingers digging into my dressing gown softly. It felt pretty nice, comforting. I pushed him back slightly after a minute, sighing. "Yeah, I know. I found out this morning. It's horrible." I spoke, trying to sound sad yet causal at the same time. "He didn't deserve to die, he was..kind of a good guy."

"Mhmm, right, look I need you to be honest with me, okay?" I nodded. "Okay..did you kill him?" I gave him a stunned look. Yes, of course I killed him. I did it because you're the most important thing to me in the world, the reason I try so hard to look as good as I do.

"No, why would I? Yes, I hated him, but I wouldn't go as far as to kill him!"

"I'm sorry to ask, I just can't trust anyone right now. I don't know if he deserved it or if it was unnecessary. Like, he was an asshole, but he didn't deserve death."

"I know what you mean, don't worry. But while you're here, are you hungry?"

"No, just go back to sleep. I'm sorry for scaring you."

"It's fine, seriously. I can sleep later on." I stood up, finally, and put the kettle on while I searched my cupboards for cereal. My body felt heavy, my arms barely being able to reach so high. Kyle placed his hand on my arm, boosting himself up onto the counter to get it. Now that was cute. He was only 5"5, so he couldn't reach as high as I usually could.

After putting it down on the side, he tugged me over to the sofa for me to sit down. I hated having him make his own food in my home, but he seemed fine with it. He gave me a bowl of coco pops and kept one for himself, then sat next to me. The tv channel was currently on a selling program, where they sell you arts and craft stuff. It was the kind of thing with cold looking filters and an old camera, that just made you freeze up and feel like you were 5.

Kyle changed it to a different show, something I wasn't familiar with. I watched anyway, accidentally leaning into him. It was about some girl having 5 boyfriends at once, trying to keep it a secret to one another. I yawned half way through the one hour special, slowly dozing off. Kyle shook me awake, sighing. "Should I leave?" He asked, putting our empty bowls on the coffee table. I shook my head, lazily wrapping my arm around him. "C-Cartman..you're..?" I was already asleep, cuddled up to him. Jackpot.
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Once again, I was awake. I yawned, making my way upstairs to take a piss, until I heard water running. Forgetting that the ginger came over last night, I kicked the door open to a screaming Jew. The shower/bath we had had a glass, see through side; allowing me to see his whole naked body. Out of decency, I closed the door and apologised about one thousand times. "Did you forget I was in here, fatass?! Do you know what people do when they have showers? They get naked! Fuck!" He howled, audibly banging the wall.

"I'm sorry, alright? I forgot, I got drunk last night! I just needed to go to the bathroom, I didn't mean to walk in on you- ahh god!" I felt so hot right now, my heart beating out of my chest. I felt so stupid, I just walked into a room, containing my hot crush, just to be screamed at. Great.

I stood outside until the water stopped. Kyle came out, looking like he was expecting me there already. He sighed and looked up at me after a few seconds. I had already seen him naked before, yes, but that was in 4th grade. If it wasn't for his forgiving, calm and sweet nature, it would have made a void in our relationship or either awkwardness. "Sorry, I didn't mean to suddenly shout. You can use the bathroom."

Great. I made him feel guilty.