Not Yet

Cemetery

A/N: Warning: There's abuse in this chapter and creepy ass Julius so please if you're not into the whole abuse thing you should stop here and run away. Come back for the happy Kyo/Tama ending [assuming there will be one :)]! For those of you that are fine with reading that stuff and have survived my last few chapters here's chapter twelve ~Len-kun

Julius had his driver pull up to the gates of the cemetery, pulling a still sleeping Tamaki out of the car and walking through the gates he told the driver not to wait. As soon as the tires were far enough down the road he got to work setting up his station, until his phone rang. "Oui?" He asked not bothering to ask who it was. (A/N: Oui - rough translation to yes)

"Julius, nous y sommes presque. Vous avez Tamaki?" The voice on the other line asked. (A/N: Julius, nous y sommes presque. Vous avez Tamaki? - rough translation to Julius, we're nearly there. You have Tamaki?)

"Of course, he was too easy to collect. He didn't even give me any difficulties like last time. Get here quickly, I've started to set things up." Julius replied then ended the call before slipping ropes on Tamaki's wrists.

"Are you going to leave him clothed?" The voice from the phone asked as he watched the other tighten the ropes enough to cut off circulation.

"Of course not, why would I? There's no fun in having his clothes on. You know that, Corbin Nuit." Julius smiled darkly and turned. Behind him stood a man of average height with light brown hair tied in a braid going a little past his shoulders, deep brown sharp eyes scanned over Tamaki's unconscious body with a hint of lust flickering repeatedly. He had been another friend of Tamaki's, older than him by two years, and looked up to by both him and Julius when they were in France. "Help me set up the rest of this inside?" Julius asked motioning to the leather straps and chains in an open bag.

"Of course, where are we putting him?" Corbin answered motioning to Tamaki. Julius looked around and spotted an old and beaten down uncared for shrine.

"There, I'm sure we can find good places to hang him up in there. The walls look like they're about to fall down...but Tamaki doesn't weigh much anyway." Julius explained picking up said blonde and heading to the shrine. Corbin picked up the bag and followed suit.

"Any idea when he'll wake up?" Corbin stepped on a stool to nail the chains to the wall making sure they were the right length to keep Tamaki uncomfortably spread out for them. Julius shook his head cutting off Tamaki's shirt to avoid having to pull the sleeves over his wrists, then took one arm and tied it to one chain while Corbin tied the other. Together they hoisted the boy up, almost as though he was a godly figure, his head lolled forward hanging only by his arms.

"Pass me those elastic straps." Julius called to Corbin just before catching one and tying it around Tamaki's ankle. "You can start cutting off his pants...we won't be needing those after all." The blonde added as he stood up again. Corbin nodded with a smirk while taking scissors and cutting upwards along the seam of pressed dress pants.

"Such a shame he had to make us come all the way here to have some fun, I much preferred having him back in France...he was so...accessible for us there." Corbin muttered lowly running his hand on the inside of Tamaki's leg.

"Yes it is unfortunate, however I never expected him to come back to France willingly much less tell us everything we needed to know in order to find him here. He's such an idiot." Julius sighed and chuckled.

"But he's a gorgeous idiot. We can't forget that." Corbin reminded ripping off what was left of Tamaki's pants and throwing them to the floor.

"Oh yes, that he is indeed, and don't I hate him for it..." Julius growled narrowing his eyes and picking up a leather whip. Corbin finished tying Tamaki's ankles to the side, had they not been here to make the boy bleed he would have thought Tamaki looked like the star that one put on top of a Christmas tree. Beautiful, golden, sacred almost.

"If that was the only reason I hated Tamaki, then I would hate myself for it. Hating a creature like him almost seems wrong, or at least it would if he was as lovely on the inside as he was on the outside." Corbin agreed tilting his head to the side.

"But that's why we're here, to make both inside and outside the same." Julius smiled bringing the whip down on Tamaki's chest. "I don't see the point of waiting for the other's to arrive, let's begin session one. They can join as the come in." He added looking to Corbin, who had made a thin slice along Tamaki's side with a sharp knife, with an almost innocent and pleading gaze. The brunet nodded and the two got to work, not bothering to muffle Tamaki's screams as he woke from his unconscious state and begged them to stop.

"Why? Why did you come here?!" Tamaki begged uncaring for the tears continuously rolling out of his eyes at every crack of the whip or cut of the knife.

"Why? Because you can't simply leave Japan, not like you can France isn't that right Tamaki? You left us in France without a second thought, but you can't leave here, you have too many ties that keep you bound to Japan. So naturally we would come here with you. Friends stick together isn't that what you always said? Que nous sommes comme une famille. Right mon ami?" Julius asked looking at Tamaki with big eyes. (A/N: Que nous sommed comme une famille - rough translation to that we are like family) Tamaki, in turn, looked down and away from the two boys in front of him. Letting his tears falling to the floor be the only sound in the dark, wet and rotting room for minutes.

'Kyouya, please save me!' He screamed in his head, knowing if he did so out loud there was a risk that Kyouya would be in danger.