A/N: Fiction centers around Bunny and Style but it will hopefully include Ze Mole X Christophe and Dip.

And as for Kyle and Butters they have a friendship bond.

Please R/R :)

Disclaimer: South Park and all of its characters belong to Matt Stone and Trey Parker.

Chapter 1

Butters lay on his bed, his backside facing the door. He could feel the bruise beginning to take shape over his right shoulder. The area still stung. Butters could feel tears prickling the corner of his eyes. He mashed his face into his pillow, drowning his whimpering into it, knowing that if his father heard a peep from him there would be heck to pay.

Life never used to be like this. Butters still remembered the days when all the happened when he was being naughty was that he would be grounded. Nothing like this happened until the day of his thirteenth birthday, when he was caught kissing Lexus in his room.

They weren't doing anything bad. They were both just sitting on his bed, her arms around his neck, his lips softly pressed into hers, lightly tasting the sweetness of her kiss.

"Butters!" Stephen Stotch yelled as he slammed the door open, his eyes wide with anger.

"Son of a biscuit!" Butters screamed, quickly pushing away from Lexus. "I'm s-sorry dad; I didn't mean to do anything with Lexus." He told his father, his eyes widened by fear. While Lexus looked off to the side fixing her hair, a bored look playing upon her face.

"Lexus." His father said in a forced calm voice, "Please leave." He directed her, pointing towards the door.

"Sure." Lexus replied flippantly, hopping off the bed and rushing out of the door without a look back.

When they both heard the front door shut loudly, Stephen Stotch turned furiously towards his son. "D-dad, I'm sorry, if I-I did-" Butters stammered out fearfully, unable to finish his sentence for Stephen had grabbed him by the collar and slammed him back down on the bed. Butters was unable to control a whimper that escaped his lips.

"What did I tell you about kissing girls?"

"That it's bad for me to k-kiss them and that if I do there will be heck to pay. Heck, you said."

"Yes." Stephen replied his voice soft and deadly. "That time you became a pimp was what showed me you were not ready for girls. And yet here you are messing around with some, some whore."

"Lexus isn't a whore." Butters whispered quietly to himself. But not quietly enough, for his father heard the reply and cuffed him on the head. Butters' eyes began to water as the soreness started to take over. Butters cowered on his bed staring up at his father in terror.

"Now go to bed." Stephen ordered him, crossing curtly towards the door and closing it angrily.

Now, four years later, that first time turned out to be a little taste as to what would happen in the future. Every time Stephen Stotch was in a horrible mood he would take all his anger out on the little blonde boy. When Stephen was fired from his job the beatings became worse and worse.

Linda Stotch fell into a pit of denial. She pretended that the blows and screams that were coming from her son's room were nothing and would instead open a book, blocking her thoughts from reality. If, however, the assaults were especially damaging, she would go quietly into Butters' room and sit next to him in bed, placing her hand on his head, feeling his quivering body under her palm, and gently stroke his hair. She would whisper to him that everything his father did was for his own good, that his father loved him so much. Her words would slowly turn into a twisted lullaby, lulling Butters into a fitful sleep.

The students at school didn't really seem to notice, maybe they did, but no one spoke up. No one that is except for Kyle.

Butters' phone suddenly vibrated on his bedside table and he picked it up quickly, praying the noise did not alert his father to him being up. He knew who the text was from before he even looked at the screen. Kyle. Butters opened it and a short message greeted his eyes. "Be strong."

Wendy closed her eyes as Stan brushed his hand over her cheek, taking in the softness of her skin, he breathed in her scent, a mixture of raspberries and a warm vanilla sugar. But something just didn't feel right, the moment was perfect but there was just something that felt wrong. Like this scene wasn't right.

"What's wrong?" Wendy asked in a concerned voice, her eyes staring widely up at him.

"Nothing, nothing." He replied, pulling her softly towards him again and kissing her lightly on the lips, like he'd been doing all of these years, but for some reason it didn't feel the same. He didn't feel the tingle of excitement, or horniness as some would call it, instead all he felt was a wave of sadness that though he had this there was a missing part.

As he continued kissing her,he suddenly pictured Kyle's face and he thought, just for a second, what it would feel like if he was kissing Kyle. Shit he thought to himself, why the hell am I think about that? To try to distract himself, he deepened his kiss, greedily moving his hands around Wendy's body, hoping to erase the image that had crossed his mind.

A knock came from his door, and Kyle sighed, he really didn't feel like doing anything, he just wanted to stay in his room for one day without seeing anyone.

"Kyle, open up!" Sheila's voice wafted in. Kyle sighed, knowing if he made his mother wait any longer she was likely to do something drastic. He strode over to his door and wrenched it open exposing his mother's somber face.

"Can I come in?" She asked quietly.

"Yeah, sure." Kyle replied confused as to why his mother was being so cautious, usually she just barged in without a word.

"Kyle, your father and I have been talking."

"Yeah?"

"And we feel that South Park just is not a good place for you."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, we don't think that being in South Park will be good for you, your future, so we have decided to send you to New York."

"Mom, Senior year begins in a bit over the month why the hell are you sending me to New York for?"

"You watch your mouth!" Sheila snapped. "I'm sorry buhbie, we just think that the citizens of South Park aren't a good influence on you. We just think if you go to New York you'll have a better chance of having a good future than if you live in this redneck town. We've talked to your aunt and uncle already and they are excited to have you stay with them during your Senior year."

"What?" Kyle growled, his face darkening, "You made such an important decision without consulting me first. Do you think you can just come in here and tell me I'm going to be sent away from the town where I've lived my whole life and go along with it, like this is something that occurs everyday?" Kyle asked his voice rising louder and louder with each word he spoke.

"Why, yes, of course, buhbie." Sheila replied in a why woudn't you voice. "Now, get yourself cleaned up, we're going to go to the Marsh's house for dinner."

When she closed the door securely behind her, Kyle screamed, grabbing his lamp from its secure spot on his desk and chucking it down on the floor.

Butters sat on his bed, rocking back and forth, his arms hugging his legs close towards his chest. He held his cell phone in his hands and stared at the message Kyle had sent him, "Be strong." Butters whispered to himself. Be strong. Be strong. He had to be strong, strong enough to get out of here to make his own life, one that did not include being beaten and hurt.

Butters stood up slowly, deciding for the first time in so many years, to take control of his life, to finally have to strength to leave. He reached into his closet and pulled out an old duffel bag, he randomly stuffed it with some of his clothing.

He knew his father was in the living room reading a magazine and so he decided to quietly sneak out of his window. He awkwardly crawled out, keeping his back against the wall of the house as he crawled towards a tree and climbed down to the safety of the ground. When his feet touched the ground a click from his front door frightened him and he scampered off, hoping he wouldn't get caught. He promised he would be a good person; he wouldn't do anything naughty as long as he was safe.

He didn't stop running until he reached Kyle's house. Kyle opened the door after the first doorbell ring. "Butters? What are you doing here?" He asked, a look of concern crossing his face.

"I've d-decided to run away." Butters told him, out of breath and fearful. "Do you t-think I can stay with you for a while until I can s-sort everything out?"

Kyle shook his head slightly, causing Butters to feel frightened and disappointed. "I'm sorry, Butters, I can't take you in right now, I've got a shit load of my own family problems right now. Is there any one else you can stay with?" Butters shook his head quickly. "Well, I don't think Stan has the room to and Cartman's a greedy fatass so no. What about Kenny?"

"Ken?" Butters asked slightly, "Do you think h-he'll be able to?"

"I don't know. Let's go and see." Kyle told Butters taking him by the arm and dragging him to his car, calling to his mother that he would be back in a bit.

Kenny woke up with his head pounding. "Fuck." He muttered, the party last night had ended the exact same way that all parties ended, with him getting fucking wasted and having no recollection about how the hell he got back. All he remembered was Katie. He smiled through the pounding headache, she was pretty fucking hot. He bent down and reached under his bed, pulling out his emergency stash of Gatorade he used to combat his hangovers. Thinking all the while about Katie, he got so fucking excited when he saw her. She had an amazing body, it appeared all he remembered from the party was her and getting into her pants. He still remembered how he had pushed her softly onto the bed, and slowly crawled on top of her. His daydream was quickly crushed when his mother called up to him.

"Kenny! Get your scrawny little ass down here!" Carol McCormick screamed from downstairs.

"What?" He hollered down to his mother, grabbing his head, bad idea to yell when your head feels like it's about to split open.

"Two of your friends are here."

"Can't you tell them I'm busy? I want to sleep!"

"Sleep? It's three o'clock in the afternoon, hurry the fuck up and get down here."

"Fine, I'm coming!" He replied, muttering darkly to himself as he pulled on a shirt and sauntered down the stairs. "Hey Kyle, Butters, what's up?" He asked, running his fingers through his messy hair.

"We need a favor from you."

"Fine, but it will cost you each twenty dollars." Kenny replied grinning mischievously as he made a show out of slowly getting down onto his knees.

"Oh hamburgers!" Butters yelped, backing away, "N-not that kind of favor." He added as Kyle rolled his eyes.

Kenny stood back up, "Fine, what do you guys need?" He asked looking between Kyle and Butters.

Butters looked down at the ground and whispered, digging his toes into the ground, "Can I live with you?"