Trapped In A Box

Chapter Two

Yami:

Dit. Dit dit dit.

The little beeping noise sounded like Morse Code as I punched in the key to our new lodgings.

The door opened with a soft whirr to reveal .. nothing extraordinary. Although nicer and a little more spacious than my previous quarters, it contained simply two single beds on either side of the room, a small closet, one desk with a telephone, and a bathroom closer to the back. I grumbled to myself at the realization that the room was narrow, meaning that not only was I trapped with Seto, we would remain in very, very close proximity. Making a face that sort of resembled a frown, I threw my duffle bag onto the cot that looked the least lumpy and collapsed on the bed, exhausted.

I glanced over at my roommate who, I could just tell by the waves of hate heading in my direction, was feeling no less than irritable. I figured that he had noticed me staring when azure eyes met mine in a blank glare, and I interpreted this as his way to tell me to say whatever it was that I was thinking about without actually saying anything.

I pondered this, and decided it was best to say nothing at all. I chose to scoff instead.

"“This is all your fault.”" A quiet voice came from the other side of the room.

"“Huh?”"

"“I said that this is all your fault."” Louder this time, almost a shout, “"If you never would have pushed me, this wouldn't have happened; I could be off doing something else right now by myself, as in, without you.”"

I blinked stupidly, and remained silent for a moment. I failed to see how this was completely my doing. I watched from my side of the room as Seto leaned back against the wall and frowned before I opened my mouth.

“"Oh, Christ, don't you think I would be rather doing something else as well?"” I let my mind wander far enough as to ponder smutty things for a moment or two before returning to my train of thought, “"And, in case you haven't noticed, there's no television in here.”"

I gave the room another quick inspection from where I was seated just to make sure that there was, indeed, nothing that even remotely resembled a television set.

The reply came a few seconds later, "“And your point would be?”"

“"My point is, do you know what it means when there's no T.V?"” The question hung in the air as I waited for an answer, but received none, “"No MTV."”1

I was joking, sort of. Nevertheless, trying to lighten the mood with someone who was mentally incapable of comprehending humor was near impossible and completely out of the question, especially when I was having a difficult time keeping the agitation out of my voice. In fact, it was almost panic. I really did feel confined, isolated; like a patient in a psychiatric hospital. There was no escaping from this. Even I, with my masterful techniques of deceit and trickery, failed to come up with a way to weasel out of this mess. But I wasn't about to let Seto know this, though, and even if I did, he probably wouldn't understand anyway.

When my quip was rewarded with nothing but an icy glare, I sighed and rolled over to face the wall in defeat.

3rd Person:

Another hour, another dent in the wall.

With each passing moment, the thought of isolation, even if only temporary, seemed like a fate worse than death. It seemed as though the clock had stopped in its tracks, and even the planet itself ceased to rotate.

A fist slammed against the wall, "“Fuck!”"

Yami was in a rage, but Seto merely frowned and turned in the other direction, staring at nothing in particular with a kind of glazed expression. The one-sided feud had been taking place for more hours than either of them were willing to count. After several attempts at getting Seto to speak, Yami began his tantrum which consisted of punching the stucco, cursing, and another number of half-hearted attempts to get his somewhat maudlin roommate to show any sign of life. However, after a couple of juvenile remarks, the brunette stopped talking all together.

“"You can't just keep ignoring me! It's not like there's anyone else around for me to talk to!”"

Once again, Yami's knuckles hit the wall in anger with a low, hollow sound that made the wall beside it tremble slightly. The only reply he received from this was a quiet sigh.

A strangled scream from Yami as he resumed wasting the walls with his fists, "“You're so fucking stubborn! The only reason you won't talk is because I want you to!”"

For the first time, Seto turned to face his roommate, “"No.”"

“"No?”"

"“Why would I want to talk to you?"” An obvious rhetorical question, sapphire eyes flickered in vexation, “"You only seek to ridicule me, and even if you didn't, what makes you think I'd be more interested in talking to you than not?”"

Seto:

The absent-minded pounding against the walls stopped when red smears began to appear, and Yami noticed that his knuckles were bleeding.

“"You have to talk to somebody, and guess what? I'm the only other person here! Christ, Kaiba, you're completely detached!”"

I could hear the anger in his voice, but to be honest, it was kind of like I was watching a cyclone from behind a thick sheet of ice. I was there, but I wasn't really. I had retreated back into my own thoughts soon after he started insulting me, and I just let him continue to rampage.

I was quite literally shaken out of my thoughts when I felt the pressure of his hands on my shoulders. My skin began to crawl, and I shuddered slightly to relieve myself of the unwanted touch, but he didn't budge.

"“Are you even listening to me?"” His voice was quieter now.

I really should have said yes, since he was probably too angry and too tired to question it.

"“No.”" I breathed, and he removed his hands from me with a jerk, almost as if they were frozen stuck.

I watched him as he head-butted the barrier that separated us from the rest of the world and growled into the wall.

Suddenly, he turned around to face me and scoffed in a way that made me cringe a little, “"You honestly need to get some nookie.”"

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1 They may or may not have MTV, but I decided to add that in there. If you can guess what movie I got that from, I'll .. I don't know. I'll give you a big fat virtual kiss.

Woo. Chapter two, there ‘ya go. I'm trying to lay some groundwork and get into who Yami and Seto really are before taking a leap forward.

Also, ff.n, I've noticed, has this lovely habit to removing the apostrophes and quotation marks from my chapters when I upload them. I try to go back and fix them, but sometimes I miss a few. Sorry about this, but if you come across something that looks like it is missing quotations, just pretend they are there.

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