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(Remember, this is three hours previous to the previous event.)

Aoubi rolled his eyes at the shocked expressions on the three Sohmas' faces. Really, he was surprised that none of them had figured it out any sooner. Honestly, anyone who shared a room with Yuki Sohma for long periods of time were bound to pick up stalking habits eventually... and besides, whether Yuki was aware of it or not, Aoubi had been around much longer than most. "Don't bother calling the police on me, it won't do you any good. I'm influential enough that it won't matter even if I raped the chief's son, which, by the way, it completely unappealing to me." Hmph. He allowed that o sink in for about three seconds, before promptly pushing Dr. Sohma in the room with the two middle school students, and producing a second key from his pocket, he locked it once more, entrapping the three inside. Ah, how he wished that it had been he and Yuki locked in a room together, which would hopefully soon come to pass, considering the circumstances.

Aoubi smirked as the first thud came to the door. He should probably leave before they get smart and find another way it. The key that the young boy had was useless, anyways. It only locked from the outside. Aoubi shivered as another though involving Yuki in a locked room came by. It was strangely arousing how his lovely roommate was unsuspecting of the tall male's fantasies, and just by doing small everyday actions, continued to fuel them. Adorable, even.

The first time that the long-haired man met Yuki, they were in elementary school. It was a ridiculously expensive private school, in which Aoubi had been accepted due to his father pulling a few strings. The first day of school, he had been unknowingly lucky to have been placed in a perfect spot to view Yuki from a distance. At first, he had merely been intrigued with the fact of how the tiny boy could miss every other day of school, come back with bandages covering his entire body, and still have absolutely impeccable grades. It had been jealousy at first, which caused Aoubi to want to "know thine enemy". The more he came to know about the beautiful boy, the more the line between love and hate blurred. Even at such a young age, Aoubi believed he knew exactly what love meant.

The first time Aoubi had met Yuki personally occurred much later. They were in their second year of middle school, and during that time, he had grown to hate the dual-haired Sohma beyond measure, for his unwanted closeness to what he knew was his, and he had become to almost depend on the orange haired boy who could always make his love's face shine with tears, creating a lovely image, as well as creating numerous opportunities to step in and comfort the small Sohma. This had first happened when Aoubi followed Yuki behind the large building after school, where Yuki had undoubtedly gone to cry without having to draw any attention to himself. The fiery Sohma had been outside of the school gates, not being allowed inside due to the fact that he wasn't a student attending this particular school, but he had yelled to Yuki, calling him terrible names and such. It didn't take much for Yuki to simply turn around, holding back tears, and to nearly run to his sanctuary at the back of the school.

When Yuki believed himself to be hidden, he started to sob, he sobbed gorgeous tears, creating a wonderfully seductive image before Aoubi, who had stepped out after watching the scene for a few wonderful moments. He had introduced himself with a suave smile and charming words, causing the smaller boy to blush and fidget in his seat. Aoubi had to use all of his restraint. "It's cold outside, and I seem to have forgotten my jacket. Would you care to replace it's position?" This was all he needed to start a continuous cycle. "Influence" torment over Yuki, and step in as the saint-like comforter. It was a perfect relationship. Then, the idiotic Sohma, Hatsuharu, just had to step in, he just had to continue to torment the seemingly perfect Aoubi. Yuki changed schools, and the lovely Sohma never (knowingly) saw Aoubi again. At least, until they became roommates.

During their time apart, Aoubi found new means to continuously check on his love. His father
passed away "peacefully in his sleep", and the tall student suddenly had more to use. Video cameras installed, bugs, microphones, the occasional stolen clothing item, which Yuki naively took to be his own clumsiness, and, of course, the strategically placed photographer in the locker room. All of it was necessary to keep what was his safe.

The long-haired man called his car down. Without any words exchanged between himself and the driver, they arrived at the door of what could be described, on the outside, at least, as a family friendly house. Aoubi exited the car swiftly. He didn't bother knocking, since he had sent a text to let the men inside know to be expecting him, but not his position, however. Without him, none of them would even be there. He was more influential, apparently, than even he could have ever expected. The bespectacled college student surveyed the room. Sprawled on the sofa was someone he knew well, and wished would die a painful death at times: Tamaki. His long-time... companion, for lack of more "expressive" words. Throughout the entrance room, random people were placed here and there, but what caught his attention was the ethereal being in the comer of the hall. Yuki. Yuki, bound, his wrists tied behind his back, his legs tied all the way down. Yuki, blindfolded and obviously disoriented. If the two were in different surroundings, one of Aoubi's fantasies would have been checked off of the list, but, sadly, that wasn't the case. He would have to make due with his less-than-innocent mindset.

Tamaki glared at the newcomer. Freaking Aoubi, looking like he want's to burst a certain-someone's cherry. Pathetic. He's got no chance. "So," the redhead began, not one for formalities. "What the hell do you want? Don't overstay your welcome, just hurry up and finish your business, whatever it is." The older student hardly spared him a glance. "Of course, kouhai. Am I correct in my assumption that Yu – the Sohma, I mean, is incapable of comprehension right now?" "Geez, you sure know your vocab..." muttered Tamaki. "Yeah, he's all drugged up. So?" Aoubi smiled. "Perfect. In that case, I'll need the chemical you used. I'm assuming that it isn't merely chloroform." The younger male rolled his eyes. "Yeah, it is. I sure as heck know what it is, but Xing said it's fine, and it sure is working, so It should be good." He motioned for Xing to retrieve the drug. Within five minutes, it was obediently placed in Aoubi's hand. It was promptly placed in said person's coat pocket.

"Thank you. Now, I will just take dear Yuki over there, and be on my way. I appreciate your help." Aoubi walked over to Yuki and gently hoisted him over his shoulder. "WAIT! You can't!" Everyone stopped what they were doing, and turned to Tamaki, and looked at him strangely. An outburst was usually unlike him. He flushed. "I-I'll take him down. Xing and I will. You head over there first, we'll meet you there." Aoubi sighed. "Why would I even consider doing such a thing?" There was a slight pause, before Xing, thank the heavens, intervened. "First off, it would be quicker for the two of us, and possibly one more, to go straight through the mountain pass. What you're carrying is an illegal drug, which needs to be handled carefully. That includes elevation regulations, which does not include the mountain pass. We'll meet you there." The white-haired man looked at the Chinese one suspiciously. "Hm. I'll take up your opinion with the boss. In, the meantime," Aoubi shifted Yuki into a bridal position, "I will take Yuki and – " "NO!" This drew an exasperated sigh from Aoubi. "Pray tell, Tamaki, what it is this time. Please realize that I hold more standing than you in this situation. Please, shed on me the meaning of your words quickly, before I get angry, and do something I might regret, such as allowing myself to act shamefully in Yuki's presence." Tamaki stood firm. "Just leave him here."

A moment of revelation and understanding came to Aoubi. This did nothing to improve his mood, in fact, it caused him to seethe. How dare he... how dare Tamaki have these feelings towards... well, regardless, he meant what he said by not wanting to become uncontrolled in Yuki's presence, even if said person was unaware of it. If this was to be possible, he supposed that he wouldhave to withdraw. For now.

I am actually pretty happy with this chapter, even though it's totally cliche and cheesy, well, whatever. The words practically flowed through my fingers! I guess that actually sitting at a desk and typing as opposed to sitting on a bed and wincing from the bright light really makes a difference... anyways... keep reviewing! Look forward to the next chapter! The end is almost upon us!... In a few more chapters, anyway...

Another thing: I have become a beta. Woo! However, I still need a beta for my own stories, 'cause for some reason, I can never seem to catch my own mistakes, no matter how hard I try!