Title: Trapped In A Box

Author: West Virginia

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Yami/Seto

Disclaimer: This is going to be the disclaimer to end all disclaimers. I do not own YuGiOh in any way, shape or form. I know this, you know this; let's move on.

Notes: This is slash. If this offends you, I suggest you turn back now. By the way, I haven't ever really written anything significantly slash-y, so keep in mind that this is my first go. Obviously this is AU and you'll notice the characters are either a little bit or very OOC, I think you get the picture. There are point of view changes throughout this, but it's kind of hard to miss them. This will most likely end up not being the most profound thing I've ever written, but what can you do? Also note that I am not really looking for a lot of constructive criticism on my writing style, I'm doing this for fun. Enjoy, please.

Trapped In A Box

Seto:

I'm not exactly sure how this all happened. I get what you'd call ‘black-outs', which are basically gaps in memory sort of similar to a scratch on a disk. Everything is running along as it should, and then at the most critical moments, I am swept up into a dark haze and dropped down into unfamiliar surroundings with no record of how I got there. It's something that has been present in me since childhood; I've been to an array of specialists who all insist that nothing is wrong. However, these random occurrences are what get me into the most trouble

However, this was not my concern, at least not my most pressing one. What did concern me was that I was sitting in the main office being shrieked at by the principal for something that I couldn't remember doing.

"“The fact that such a thought would even enter your mind is absolutely unacceptable at this institution or at any other! I really do not know what you were thinking, I mean-”"

This had been going on for three quarters of an hour. My mind drifted elsewhere when he started to repeat himself. I could see from the corner of my eye a figure which I knew to be Yami slumped over in an uncomfortable office chair beside me. The last thing I can remember is me winding up and swinging my fist at him over some idiotic disagreement and before I knew what was going on, I was laying flat on the linoleum with a bloody nose.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not one to go around picking fights with other guys for no reason. He and I are what you could label enemies. It sounds a little naive but we've been at eachother's throats ever since the day we met. I never thought I'd actually hit the guy, but I suppose it was just one of those days.

The principals voice had lowered significantly, and I figured that it may be a good time to tune back in. I was right. He was just beginning to explain the details of his and my punishment. I was waiting to hear the words ‘'expulsion' 'and ‘transfer'.

It was not what I expected.

Yami:

House arrest.

They were placing us under house arrest for the next four months.

I was sure they were going to give both Seto and I the iron boot out the door. I didn't have the best track record on the planet, with my frequent quarreling and tendency to catch things on fire and as for our dear Kaiba, he was content with walking about sulking and creating uncomfortable subzero temperatures with his ice-cold personality. But instead of making sure we maintain a safe distance of a hundred feet, they decided to quarantine us for a third of year.

"“Is this your idea of a fun experiment?"” I snapped.

Either I didn't speak loud enough, or he decided to ignore my rudeness, "“You are not to leave the perimeter of the room and no one on the outside is to come in. You will go directly to your classes in the mid-morning and return to your dorm room immediately after the evening meal with no dawdling. This will go into effect immediately.”"

I simply scoffed and chose to say nothing more. Further debate would only worsen the situation, and four months was more than enough for me.

The principal leaned back in his chair with a pained expression as he scribbled something down on a piece of paper in front of him, and I figured that it may be a good time to leave. Apparently, so did Seto.

"“I hope the two of you will use this time you've been given to mend some things in need of repair and fix the problems between you sooner than later,” He sighed, “after all, you'll be spending a lot of time with one another from now on.”"

I almost didn't catch his last phrase as I darted through the door with Seto not far ahead of me.

I closed the door behind me, “"Let me find a fuckin' box to put my joy in.”"

I was glad when the door didn't respond, because if it had, I would be on the train with a duffle bag full of clothes heading back home. Thinking about it, it wasn't such a bad idea. Sure, I would be without my education, but at least I'd have the option of sex.

I frowned.

Damn, four months without sex. The principal had made the terms of our punishment crystal clear, and even someone such as myself was not going to push them. Nobody goes in and nobody comes out1, meaning the only way I was going to get any was if I got into bed with our resident crab.

Maybe, I thought to myself as I leered suggestively at him, but he only shuffled away from me with an expression mixed with panic, anger and confusion.

Perhaps not.

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1 ‘But they sell chocolates by the truckload!' I couldn't resist.

Well, that was alright. I don't know how I feel about this, but I'll be satisfied for now.

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