Because Of A Game
Part 2: The Breakup
Trowa limped blearily up the steps to his seat, clutching his coffee to his chest like a lifeline. The room wasn't too noisy as students slowly filed their way in, either talking to each other or exchanging notes from previous classes. He took his customary seat, three rows down from the back and the fourth seat in, and sat down, dropping his book bag on the floor and blowing on his hot coffee with intimate care. Taking his shoes off with his feet, he stretched his long legs out and placed them on top of the seat in front of him, crossing them at the ankles.
Trowa really didn't associate with the other students. It wasn't that he was an unfriendly person, he just wasn't a morning person, and an 8 o'clock class every Tuesday and Thursday wasn't exactly the highlight of his week, not to mention Hilde and Duo kept him up until three o'clock in the morning. After dinner, which Hilde helped herself to and then complained how they shouldn't have gotten spicy, she firmly latched herself on his arm and whined all through South Park and The Green Mile, not to mention Duo calling every five minutes to either ask for forgiveness or to tell her which gate of hell she could go to. After Wufei ripped all the phone cords out of the wall and Quatre threatened to sleep in his car, Trowa finally escorted Hilde the whole twenty feet to her own apartment and watched for another two hours in amazement how Hilde and Duo can argue at the same time and still hear each other.
Once the dispute settled into four play, Trowa quickly excused himself and walked back to his own apartment, where he forgot about the pot hole on the street and tripped in it, spraining his ankle. As he hopped up the stairs with his good foot, the crack-head tenant that lived next door harassed him for two dollars. Not only that, Wufei had put in what seemed to be a 1000 watt light bulb for their outside light, so while looking for his key and being bothered for money, he constantly had to fight off the moths that kept hitting him in the forehead. Once inside, he stripped off his clothes on his way to his room, only to find Quatre asleep in his bed. After being kicked for the third time in half an hour, Trowa decided to sleep on the couch, which he was too tall for. To say he was unhappy this morning would've been a flat out lie.
"You really shouldn't put your feet on the seat like that. Someone could possibly want to sit here." Trowa looked up to see a girl with extremely long blond hair standing in the next row in front of him, with an obnoxious smug smirk on her face to go with her tone.
"Hn," was all he responded as he took another cautious sip.
"Did you hear what I said?" she asked, loudly. Trowa only peered up at her briefly before he flipped her off and refocused back to his cup of coffee.
"Uh! You are such a jerk!" She stomped her foot in anger. Trowa once again flipped her off, but this time he didn't even look up at her to do it. He then heard her scoff and stomp her way to her seat. Suddenly, a warm hand grabbed his finger and he glanced up to see Heero.
"Can you ever get through one day without pissing someone off?"
He smiled at his friend. "No, not really. I have a quota I have to meet you know. Besides, that bitch," he nodded in her direction, "started it."
Heero sat down next to him, opening a Dr. Pepper. "Who, Dorothy? What did she say?"
Trowa looked at Heero like he claimed the sky to be green. "I don't know her name! And she wanted me to put my feet down."
Heero raised an eyebrow. "I see you won that argument."
"Sure I did. I mean, we're in a god damn kiva, and it's only, what, fifty students in this class? It's not like she can't find a seat." 
Heero smirked at his agitated friend. "Are you alright? You seem....cranky this morning."
That set Trowa off. "Cranky? Yeah I'm cranky. Last night, Hilde was being a pain as always, I twisted my ankle on that damn pot hole that was supposed to be fixed a month ago, that damn Tsuberov next door is on the pipe again, and nearly stripped me to find some money while I was being sandblasted by moths, and then I get here this morning to find out we're out of hazelnut cream and then that bitch started complaining about my feet."
Heero only shook his head and chuckled slightly. "If it makes you feel better, I got a sac. After class, come by my place. Quatre will be lighting up by the time you get there."
Trowa calmed down immediately and peeked at his friend through his bangs. "That's the most beautiful thing I've heard all day." Both boys started to laugh, but were quickly interrupted by the teacher's announcement that class has started, beginning with a slide on balancing chemical equations.
Trowa already knew that Sally was there. He parked next to her car. Stepping into the dining room, he tossed his book bag on the table and threw his keys on the ironing board. Burrowing his way to the back of the frig, where they hide the Capri Suns from Hilde, he decided that Fruit Punch would go good with his mood and his buzz. Sipping quietly, he turned on the television, passing up soap opera after soap opera, knowing for sure that nothing good was on at two in the afternoon. It was Thursday after all, so he was off from work.
After two minutes of channel surfing, Trowa popped ‘Liar Liar' in the VCR and went to Wufei's bedroom door. Placing his ear against the wood, he could hear kissing sounds and soft laughing. Shaking his head and smirking, he knocked three times.
"Yeah," Wufei called out.
"I'm just making sure that spaghetti is okay with you and Sally. If you want something else, let me know."
"No, no that's fine. I should cook though. You did the last three times–"
"It's okay. Besides, you two need to spend some ‘quality time' together." He could hear Sally chuckle at his statement.
"Thanks Trowa. I owe you one."
"Actually, you owe me twelve, but who's counting." He finished this remark by lightly punching the door before going back into the kitchen. Pulling out a large pot, he filled it half way full, and added a cap full of cooking oil before setting it on the stove to wait for the water to boil. Once the ground meat was rescued from the freezer, he set it in a skillet to start thawing and cooking. Reaching into the cabinets, he began pulling out the rest of his ingredients. "Oregano, where are you, got cha. Onion powder. Ha. Basil, basil, where the hell are the basil leaves?"
The phone ringing made Trowa jump and knock over a bottle of spices. He reluctantly answered the phone, figuring Wufei wouldn't get it, while cursing silently to himself about the spilled Cheyenne pepper. "Hello?"
"Well, don't we sound a little miffed."
"Treize," Trowa exhaled, very sorry for answering the phone. "What do you want now?"
"Hello to you too Trowa. And to think I was calling to see how you were doing. Maybe I shouldn't bother."
"No, you shouldn't," he finished, tossing the broken bottle in the trash. "Why are you calling now? Wait, don't tell me. You are leaving the country and want me to stop by and say goodbye. Or that you need me to jump-start your car, even though both of your parents and their cars are home with you. Well no, that can't be it, it's not three in the morning–"
"Oh, is that what you think of me?"
He paused in thought while breaking the noodles in half. "Yes. That and worse."
"And why is that?"
Trowa stirred the beef while sprinkling oregano on it. "Well, let's see. Those are the excuses you've used before, but then you hung up on me when you didn't get your way, and now lets add the fact that you just ruined my buzz."
"I hung up on you? No I didn't."
Trowa sighed impatiently when Sally entered into the kitchen. He must admit that she looked cute in Wufei's white bath robe, her usual twists undone and her posture reeking of good sex. He smiled at her and reached into the refrigerator, tossing her a root beer. She mouthed her thanks to him and sat on one of the stools by the kitchen counter, obviously listening to his conversation. To make matters even more amusing, he really didn't care. Trowa liked Sally, a lot. She was just like the rest of them in many ways. Smart, funny, able to take care of herself. He truly did see her as one of the guys, and always liked it when she was around.
"Yes, you did. Then you called me back pissed when I didn't call you back after you hung up on me."
"No I didn't Trowa. I wouldn't do that to you."
"So I'm making this up now?" He poured Prego sauce in another skillet, then went back to stirring the noodles. "I'm saying all of this to get what out of you Treize?"
"Don't tell me that miserable cur is on the phone!" Wufei roared from the kitchen archway, clad in his blue Planet Hollywood boxers.
"Is that Wufei? Oooh Wufei! Tell him I said hi and when are we going to have that threesome?"
Trowa only rolled his eyes and turned his head to Wufei as he held the phone between his shoulder and ear while draining the meat. "He says hi."
"Tell him *I* said that I wanna shit on his face and use his hair to wipe my ass."
After turning on the hot water and letting the grease drain, Trowa went back to the noodles. "Wufei says not to say hi to him and that we aren't going to have that threesome."
"A threesome?" Sally asked incredulously.
Both boys answered her. "You don't wanna know."
"Well why not? Are you two afraid you can't handle me?"
Trowa would've laughed if he wasn't so tired. "No Treize, you might find this a strange concept, but listen carefully, okay? Just because you are attracted to someone doesn't mean that they're attracted to you. Repeat it with me."
"I will not. You're just jealous."
"Whatever. Look Treize, what do you want? Seriously."
He paused for a moment. "I want you to come over."
Trowa sat down on the couch while Wufei drained the noodles. "Why?"
"I want to see you."
"No you don't."
"How are you going to tell me what I want? I want to see you and make love to you."
"Hn, I figured as much."
"What, you don't want me?"
"No, Treize. I only have to have bad sex with a person one time before I move on. We had sex three times, and all three were terrible. I don't want to waste my gas and time to go over there just to be unsatisfied and pissed. I can be that without leaving my apartment."
"No, you're lying to me. Who are you with? Is it that Zechs guy? No wait, it's the other one with the braid. I forgot his name."
"I can't believe you forgot the name of the person who pushed you off of a two-story balcony. I would've remembered a detail like that."
"Don't change the subject. Answer me. You're with him, aren't you?"
Trowa sighed. Why he put up with this was a mystery to him. "Believe what you want, I don't care. Don't call here anymore, there's nothing I have to say to you." Hanging up the phone, he allowed it to drop from his still fingers to the floor. Wufei turned the stove off and went to the phone jack, unplugging it. Trowa nodded his thanks to his roommate as he started to get up only to be pushed back onto the couch. "What–"
Sally nearly jumped in his lap as she plopped on the couch. "You never told me about Treize," she whined, pouting a little. Trowa only laughed.
"No, only the guys know. He was something that happened which I wish whole heartedly didn't. He was a huge mistake."
"That is an understatement," Wufei called from the kitchen.
Trowa smiled at him before turning back to Sally. "He's one of those guys that think he's Brad Pitt even though he has the face and breath of a grizzly bear and the penis the size of a string bean." He caught Sally as she almost fell off of his lap from laughing. Wufei could be heard chuckling as well.
"He's that bad huh?
Trowa smirked mentally. "You have no idea."
"Enough of talking about that loser." Both of them turned to face Wufei. "Here's lunch and hopefully dinner if that bitch stays out of here tonight. Trowa, when you're done, you need to go to bed. You were up all night because of those two. Speaking of which, where's Quatre?"
"He's at Heero's."
"In other words he's as high as a kite," Wufei added simply. Trowa nodded. "Well, I'll make some more spaghetti then. Those two will probably be able to eat the damn frig by themselves."
"I'll help you Wufei. Trowa, go to bed." She kissed him on the temple and hopped up, heading for the kitchen. Trowa went ahead and decided against eating, favoring sleeping instead. So with heavy eyelids, he went to his room, slipped out of his clothes and into some loose pajama pants before passing out face first on the bed.
The loud pounding on the door shocked him into wakefulness. Trowa sat up abruptly in bed and threw the covers off of him, quickly scurrying into his gym shoes. In a hurry, he ran to the door and opened it, consequently hitting himself in the forehead.
"Uh, damnit!" Trying a second time, he got it open and walked out into the living room. Quatre and Sally were on the floor, playing Mortal Kombat. Wufei was sitting on the couch, silently cheering them on, and it appears Heero answered the door, letting in a very upset and shaken Duo.
The whole atmosphere of the room changed. All Trowa saw in front of him was the red-eyed, quiet, slightly trembling Duo. Without even asking, he opened his bedroom door, gesturing him inside. Duo quickly accepted the invitation and walked briskly into the room. He then looked up to see Heero, and nodded him his clearance in also. Once all three were in the tiny room, Trowa sat on his bed, his back against the headboard, Heero sat on the foot of the bed, and Duo sat in a chair for the desk. It wasn't long before he spoke.
"Hilde and I broke up." He glanced at the other two boys. Heero remained still, Trowa nodded to continue. "Well, it's more like she broke up with me. For once, it wasn't an argument. She just came down the stairs, told me it was over, and left. She already had her things packed." He slumped out of the chair and onto the floor. "I don't know whether to be mad or angry, or happy. I know you all didn't care for her much, but it really means a lot to me that you all tried to help us out so much. And I'll do whatever I can to make it up to you."
Heero and Trowa looked at one another before answering. "Beer."
Duo smiled. "Oh yeah? How much do you want?"
Both answered without a second thought. "Lots."
"You got a deal." Duo walked up and gave both of his best friends a hug, before disappearing out of the room. A few moments later, a head of blonde hair peeked through the door.
"Yeah," Heero said, rubbing his forehead. "We were waiting for the rest of you to come in here and ask questions." Quatre nimbly came into the room, crawling on the bed to sit between Trowa and Heero, and Wufei came in last, sitting in the chair recently vacated.
The owner of the room only shook his head in silent amusement, as he saw a shadow of a crouching figure against the far wall. "Sally, you should come in too. Besides, I know you're dying to find out what happened."
With a sheepish smile, she entered the room and sat on Wufei's lap. "So what happened?"
Heero answered. "He and Hilde broke up."
"Thank Allah." Quatre instantly clamped his mouth with both of his hands, stunned at what he admitted. "Sorry, that slipped out," he finished, finally.
"Then what the hell are we waiting for? Let's go celebrate!" Wufei picked Sally up and twirled around in a circle, singing something to her in Chinese. "Come on, we should celebrate in my room." Both giggling, he carried her out of the room.
"Don't those two ever get tired of sex?" Quatre asked, laying on his stomach to stretch out. "I mean, jeez, they've been apart for what, two days? You'd think they were rabbits in a former life the way they go at it."
Heero snorted. Trowa stayed still. "Well Tro, what do you think?" He looked down to face Quatre, raising an eyebrow. "Do you think he'll be okay? You and Heero are the closest to him, and his attitude doesn't seem to have you convinced."
"He's still in shock," Heero whispered. "Once it sinks in, he'll be upset." He laid across the bed then, and Trowa followed suit, intending to rest as the other two were. He agreed with Heero's opinion. Knowing Duo, he'll be okay until he comes home later that evening and she's not there. Then the real fun will begin.
 I don't know about other schools, but at my university, a kiva is a classroom that can seat around 200+ students. I've had a few classes in this kivas when there's only fifty students in a class, yet everyone wants to sit directly in front of you. >.<