Blades Sink Deeper - Kyman Fanfic

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I knocked on my door, the room he was in. I heard him scuffling around, still getting dressed. I wanted to speak, but my words got caught in my throat, like they did before. How could I like someone I couldn't even talk to? "Hey, sorry about before." I finally spoke, picking at my skin around my fingernails. "Do you want to go to a cafe? If you're free, of course. I know you're still shaken up by David's death, maybe we could talk about it?"

I heard him sigh before coming out, shirtless in his jeans while drying his hair. He gave off a small smile before a brief nod. I smiled in return, joining him in the room to try and find my wallet. I lost it a while ago so I had no idea where to look. But I eventually found it under my bed, dusty as hell. Kyle laughed at that, snatching it from my grasp to see how much I had. "Damn, Dude, is this drug money?" He joked.

"No, my mum gave it to me before fucking off. I've got some more somewhere but I think it's in her room. No way do I want to search around in her whore palace." I replied, shoving the leather in my pocket. "But if it was drug money, would you avoid me?"

"It wouldn't surprise me. It seems like everyone's a drug dealer nowadays. But I don't want you leaving me now, you'd definitely get caught. Yeah, you get around fast, but I bet you wouldn't last a week on the streets."

"True, true. So, you going out like that?" I pointed to his chest, he shook his head. "You could attract some girls with it, get laid tonight even."

"You're such a dickhead!" He chimed, shoving me lightly on my arm. "I'll just see who comes to me." He put on his grey t-shirt then looked in his own wallet. "Besides, I'm not the one to wanna fuck all the time, am I?" Oh, that was right, he liked emotional relationships more, with actual things in common. That was why we could probably never get together. We had shit in common. I must have been pouting because he suddenly looked concerned.

"Yeah, I know. Should we go? There won't be as many people as it's early." He nodded then followed me outside, making our way to the local cafe. It was only a 5 minute walk, so we got there quickly and ordered some coffee. We were seated at a leather booth, sipping on the burning liquid slowly. Kyle didn't speak often at certain times, especially when he was deep in thought, so I left him alone for a minute.

I was anxious for if he found out I had killed David, but the sad thing was that I was willing to do it again. I was willing to sink a blade into a person who makes Kyle upset or is just overall rude. I had no worries burying bodies anymore, and once it was done it was done. If I did it at my own house, buried them deep enough, covered up the evidence, I could get away with anything. The police had no leads, how typical. The only thing I could lose were my friends, nothing important. The only one I truly cared about was Kyle. The others just made me seem less of a lonely freak. Well, Kenny was a good person.

"I feel empty." Kyle finally spoke, gaining my full attention. "I loved him, for so long. The only part of his murder that I can think of is that he was a manipulative cheater. It's toxic, I know, he was toxic. I should at least think about the good times but..I can only think about the murderer. They're running free, what if I'm next? What if..you're next?" Damn, he actually cares about me. At least it seems like it.

"I promise, nothing going to happen to you. As long as you stay safe, don't walk around at night and stay in a group, nothing bad can happen. As for me, I can defend myself. Everyone knows I can defend myself if I wanted to, at least nowadays. And they're gonna have to kill me deep because this fat tub of lard ain't getting killed off so easily." Kyle smiled, probably because of my confidence, hyper voice and the fact that I owned up to being a bit overweight.

"You're not that fat, Cartman. They could still kill you, stab you in the neck, shoot you, kill you another way. You never know. But they covered David in bleach, apparently his skin was burnt so bad that they had trouble identifying who he was. What are you're opinions on his murder?"

"Honestly, one less asshole on earth." He nodded, probably half agreeing. "I don't worry that much, I'm fairly carefree."

"That's pretty obvious. You're got a stain on you're jacket." He pointed to a white stain, made by ice cream a week ago. I rolled my eyes, continuing to drink. "Are you ever conscious of what others think fo you? Like, don't you want a girlfriend?"

"Girlfriends are too annoying. All they want is shoes and sex. Nothing that bothers me. But, have you got plans after school tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sorry, I'm watching Stan's football game. You wanna come?"

"Sure, is anyone else going to be there?"

"No, sadly. Kenny's got no money to see it, and Butters is grounded. Stan would appreciate you coming."

"Yeah, Yeah, I'm going Jew. Are you gonna finish you're coffee?"

"Oh, no, I'm good." He shoved the cardboard cup in my direction, me gladly turning it around to where he was sipping on it. Close enough to kissing him.