So, second story. I hope you guys like it. The story's title is a homage to "Ben 10: Ultimate Alien". Once again, Kenny's PoV.

NOTE: This entire story has been rewritten with a new writing style. Although the plot is the same, there are a few new additions to it.

Kenny was finally back together with Kyle. He could feel his red curly hair on his hands, his soft skin rubbing against his own and his heart beating faster whenever the two kissed. Kyle even looked healthier, and Kenny hadn't been there for more than a day.

"Everything's right back where it should be."

Sheila: Boys?

"Jesus, that voice gives me chills. It's a good thing Kyle's so warm. He's like my little red blanket."

Kenny: Yes, Mrs. Broflosky?
Sheila: Well, we, by whom I mean myself and Gerald, were discussing... what you boys are doing.
Kenny: Does that mean you're accepting it?
Sheila: Yes.
Sheila: We realize it's not fair for us to interfere in your life anymore, Kyle. You're eighteen now and it's time you made your own decisions and learned from your own mistakes.
Kyle: So you still think this is a mistake?

"Fuck yes!"

Sheila: It doesn't matter what I think. What matters is that you have the freedom to choose what you want to do with your life.

"I don't know if that was an apology or not, but Kyle's face tells me he thinks it is."

Kyle: Thanks, mom.
Sheila: You're welcome. Now who wants breakfast? I made waffles.
Kyle: Sounds good. We'll be right down.

Kyle's mom left and closed the bedroom door behind her.

Kyle: Did you hear that?
Kenny: All I heard was "We still think it's a mistake, but we're gonna let you learn the hard way."
Kyle: Screw them. They don't know you like I do. You're my little blond.
Kenny: Little? Look who's talking. If you didn't have all that cute red hair you'd be almost as "tall" as your brother!
Kyle: Ike's pretty tall for his age.
Kenny: I guess. But not for your age. Anyway, your mom said something about waffles?
Kyle: You need to get dressed first. I don't think my mom'd appreciate having my boyfriend in his underwear at the table.
Kenny: You sure? You don't seem to mind.

Kyle smiled and giggled, which made Kenny very happy.

Kyle: Yes, I'm sure. Get dressed.

The boys got dressed; Kyle put on his large green hat, pants and shoes, and Kenny put on his orange pants and parka. It's the same one from the day they started dating. Kenny could almost smell Kyle on it, from when he wrapped it around him during the rain. It brought back good memories from that time.

After they got dressed, Kenny picked up Kyle and took him downstairs. He giggled all the way down, which distracted Kenny, but he didn't mind. When they got to the kitchen, Kenny gently put him down on a chair, so they could eat. Kyle's parents weren't too happy with what Kenny did, but they didn't say anything.

Sheila: Boys, did you hear?
Kyle: What?
Gerald: It seems that a few of the neighborhood's cats have gone missing. Officer Barbrady says 5 cats have gone missing so far.

"Cats... I hate cats. Those things are like little drug shakers. I still remember when I used to 'cheese', as it was called, and it was pretty fun for a while, but this was much better. This was real. Most importantly, when I used to do it, Kyle was really worried about me. He was almost crying. I can't do that to him. Not again."

Kenny: Do they know who's been taking them?
Sheila: Nobody knows. But the police is on it.

"The police? Those guys are more incompetent than Doctor Gouache. But that's South Park for you. Incompetent people everywhere."

Kenny: These waffles are awesome, Mrs. Broflosky.
Sheila: I'm glad you like them.

After Kyle finished eating his breakfast, Kenny grabbed his hand and led him back into his room.

Kenny: Kyle, I gotta go home now. It's almost time for me to go to work. And I still have to go home to pick up some clothes.
Kyle: Already? You know, you're lucky you're so damned cute or I might break up with you.

Both boys smiled to each other until Kenny remembered that he really did have to do.

Kenny: I guess so. I'll be back in a while. Besides, you need to rest. The doctors said so.
Kyle: Alright. But you'd better be back today.
Kenny: I will.

Kenny gave Kyle a small kiss and left.

"I gotta get home and get my work clothes. Tweek's dad was very anal about that."

Butters: Hey Kenny...
Kenny: Hey Butters. What's wrong?
Butters: I've been sleepwalking again... This time I woke up with a shovel in the middle of the forest.
Kenny: Did you tell anyone?
Butters: No... You're the first person I told this to.

"Is this kid fucking serious? He just wakes up, in the middle of the forest, with a shovel, and doesn't think to call a therapist or something?"

Kenny: Dude, you gotta tell someone about that. It could be something serious.
Butters: Nah, I'm sure it's nothing. I... won't take any more of your time. It looked like you were in a hurry.
Kenny: Alright. I gotta go to work anyway. See ya, Butters.
Butters: Bye.

"Butters really needs some fucking therapy. His parents are constantly grounding him for everything he does, whether it was good, bad or even his fault or not. They just don't seem to care."

When Kenny finally arrived at the coffee shop, his first thought was about how much he hated it. The stench of coffee and cigarettes made him sick, but at least it payed well enough to help his family, and that's really all he could care about. He did his usual thing: taking orders, cleaning tables, sometimes filling in for someone who was in the bathroom... Pretty much everything that there is to do. He thought it was time for a raise for all his hard work.

"Better take it up with the boss."

As soon as he got within three feet of Tweek's dad's office he could smell the coffee he was always giving his son. Tweek's parents were similar to Butters; always causing him harm when they thought they were helping. In fact, all the parents in South Park were freaks, even Kenny's. Stan's were the only ones who were almost normal. Almost.
Kenny shook his head side to side to "snap" back to reality and knocked on the door.

Kenny: Mr. Tweak? Can I come in?
Tweek: M- My dad's not here!

Kenny opened the door, but the smell of coffee was so strong that he had to put his hood on and pull on the strings as hard as he could.

Kenny: Tweek? Why are you alone here? Where's your dad?
Tweek: I don't know! Why do I always have to know everything? This is too much pressure!

"And here we go. Classic Tweek."

Kenny: Tweek, dude, relax. Have you been drinking too much coffee again?
Tweek: N-No! Just a few cups in the last ten m-minutes!
Kenny: And how many is "a few"?
Tweek: I don't know! O-Over five, I guess!

"How's he even alive right now? Doesn't he know that that much coffee will seriously fuck him up? Then again, I shouldn't be judging. I've done pretty much every drug there is. Cat pee, heroin, cocaine, opium..."

Kenny was so deep in thought that he didn't notice that he had been quiet for a long time. Tweek was getting nervous because of it.

Tweek: D-Don't just stand there without s-saying anything! That means you're waiting for me to say something! What should I say?
Kenny: No, it's nothing like that. I was just thinking something to myself. Anyway, I gotta go back to work. Bye, Tweek.
Tweek: B-Bye!

Kenny would've told him to talk to his dad, but he knew that Tweek would probably snap under the "crushing responsibility" that he was giving him. Besides, he could talk to his dad at another time; right now he should try to focus on the costumer who had been sitting at a table for over twenty minutes without ordering anything.

Kenny: Mister, if you don't order anything, you gotta leave. Other costumers might need that table.
?: Sure. Will you just accompany me outside? I need to talk to you about something.

"It's Butters!"

Kenny: Butters? What are you doing here?
Butters: I just thought we could talk about Kyle.
Kenny: About Kyle?

"Does he know?"

Butters: Yeah. It's private. Let's just go out back for a second.

"Yeah, he knows."

Butters dragged Kenny to the back of the coffee shop, where it was empty.

Kenny: What did you want to discuss?
Butters: I know about you and Kyle.
Kenny: Yeah, I gathered that much.
Butters: I mean everything about you and Kyle. Including that he got sick and fainted in the bathroom at his house.

Kenny was starting to feel uncomfortable. How could Butters know such a thing?

Kenny: How could you possibly know that?
Butters: Because I'm the one who poisoned him.

Kenny clenched his fists almost to the point of bleeding. Butters had nearly killed Kyle, and Kenny was pissed.

Kenny: Why would you do something like that?
Eric: Because I told him to. It was all part of my plan to escape. You see, if you two got outed as fags to his parents, I knew you'd do anything to save your precious little Kyle.

Kenny took out the knife that he carried with him at all times (just in case) and threatened Cartman with it.

Kenny: And if I kill you right here, right now?
Butters: Then you will die along with him.

Kenny turned to Butters and noticed that he had a gun pointed at him, but he didn't care. He couldn't die anyway. However, this gave him an opportunity to get some more information.

Kenny: Butters, what's wrong with you? He hurt Kyle! What did you do to him, fatass?
Eric: Oh, did I forget to mention? One visit was all it took. I was able to take what was left of Professor Chaos' personality within Butters and piece him back together. The perfect sidekick, wouldn't you agree?

Chaos looked at Cartman in anger, but he knew he had to focus on Kenny for now.

Kenny: Why come back here? You were out. You could've gone to any place on Earth and nobody would know. Why come back?

"Revenge."

Eric: I have some unfinished business to take care of. But you're not gonna tell anyone. It is as they say: Dead men tell no tales. Kill him.

Chaos aims his gun directly at Kenny's heart, but he hesitates to pull the trigger.

"This could very well be my last chance to take care of Cartman once and for all."

Kenny: Butters! You gotta take control! Fight it!
Eric: What are you waiting for? Shoot him!
Chaos: I'm trying! Butters is fighting back!

"I have to do everything myself..."

Eric: Give me that gun!

Cartman grabbed the gun from Chaos' hands and hit Kenny's heart. Kenny dropped to his knees and bled for a few seconds before Cartman approached him and aimed the gun at his head.

Eric: Goodbye, Kenny.

Cartman fired again, but Kenny's body vanished at the same time as his death, and Cartman and Chaos' memories of the events were erased.

Eric: What? Where did he go?
Chaos: I don't know! He was just there!

The boys argued for a while, blaming each other, until they heard police sirens. Someone had called the police after they heard gunfire.

Eric: We'd better get out of here. I'm not going back to prison.

"Trust me, I'll kill you long before that."

Kenny woke up in his bed a few hours afterward. To him, death was just a small bump along the road. But for Kyle it was permanent, and he knew that. He needed to get to Kyle's house as soon as possible and protect him from Cartman.

"Gotta save Kyle."

First chapter is finished. Chapter two should follow in a day or so. I was (and probably still am) having some problems with my comp so I was unable to upload chapter one. However, I kept on writing chapter two.