Because Of A Game
Part 7: The Confrontation

"I can't believe you kept this a secret from all of us, and for two years!" Quatre whined as he pulled a light sweater over his head. "I mean, you and Duo? That thought never occurred to me, although now it makes perfect sense. You two always acted funny towards one another."

"Thanks a lot Quatre," Trowa commented dryly, slipping into a light jacket as well. "But I told you everything so that you will know the whole story. I don't know if Duo has ever told Hilde that he swings both ways. Wufei told me that she doesn't know about Heero either. Speaking of which, how long before they get here?"

"She doesn't need to know though," the blonde responded, chewing on his lower lip. "It's in the past. There's no point in bringing it up. It'll only make her more uncomfortable when they're alone with each other. They'll never be a couple again. And he should be here in a few minutes."

"You don't know that. Duo and I never thought that we would sleep together again either. And see what happened? Who knows, this situation might bring those two closer."

"Or maybe you two."

Trowa swiped the keys from off the ironing board and turned around to face his friend. "What do you mean by that?"

Quatre crossed his arms over his chest and grinned. "You know exactly what I mean. This might bring you and Duo closer. In fact, I'm sure it will."

"Oh what, so now you're playing matchmaker?"

"Ooooh maybe." His grin widened. "Personally, I think you two would make a gorgeous couple. Duo would get into bar fights, where you would be there to rescue him. You're tall enough to fight off others and carry him home." He nodded.

"Thank you for thinking so highly of us."

"Don't mention it."

"Quatre, I was being sarcastic."

"Trowa, I was ignoring your sarcasm."

"Oh."

"Now can we get a move on so that I can get my stuff out of there before that snot nose bitch comes home?" Quatre was already outside by this time, waiting somewhat impatiently against the wall. Trowa followed right behind him and locked the dead bolt, but not before a moth managed to hit him in the eye. Both boys then hustled down the stairs and onto the darkened sidewalk, the only visible outline of their bodies highlighted by a flickering streetlight.

"Uh Quatre, I thought you said not to call her a bitch."

He shrugged in the dark. "I didn't call her a bitch. I called her a snot nose bitch. There is a difference, but you weren't there when Wufei was pounding that into my head." Trowa smirked. "But you know me Tro. I don't make enemies and I don't have any in return, so this has to be her fault--which it is," he added quickly. "Therefore, any and all name calling in regards to her is fair game."

"I'm glad you explained that to me," he said as they entered the townhouse. The young men stopped short in the doorway and stared in disbelief at the damage done. The light was on--meaning it had been left on all day--so everything was seen quite clearly. The couch, coffee table and chairs were overturned onto the sides. A vase that Duo bought for Hilde at a flea market had been thrown against the wall, where the wall was stained with the water. Dirt littered the floor from where the plant pots were kicked, and various stains were spread sporadically on the carpet.

"Um, Quatre," Trowa asked, pointing to the far corner, "what is that?"

Quatre eyes widened in disbelief. Neither one was able to look away. "I hope, for Duo's sake, that that's a dead frog. Or a chunk of tree bark. Or a really really really dirty sock."

"Um...I don't think so."

"Oh no. She can't be that crazy."

"Wanna bet?"

A tense moment of silence followed. "You know what? I don't care. I want out. Let's get my stuff. Heero should be here any second now."

Barely suppressed as a run, the two of them carefully treaded up the stairs, which was also littered with clothes, shoes, and sheets, until they arrived at Quatre's room. Upon entering, Quatre breathed a huge sigh of relief to see that his things were untouched. His bed, which consisted of two stacked mattresses, laid safely in the right hand corner. His aqua blue comforter was bunched up at the foot of the bed (so to speak), and his Sony stereo leaned quietly against the wall, with the cd's in the mismatched cases keeping it company. Trowa noticed, happily, that many of Quatre's clothes weren't even unpacked. They were half folded in the boxes he used to move them in. He did have a dresser, but something was wrong with it because it would lean slightly to the side, so not much was in there. Also, the clothes in the closet were actually on hangers, and the three pairs of shoes he owned were neatly lined up as well. This would be a snap.

"The sooner the better," Quatre murmured under his breath as he started to shove what was in the dresser drawers into the half opened boxes and garbage bags--made–suitcases. A short time later the others arrived and soon Trowa and Heero were carrying the dresser down the stairs, with Wufei and Quatre carrying the mattresses, Duo the stereo and some clothes as Sally cleared the path from the bedroom to the U–Haul. All of them worked in silence under a moderate shroud of fear. What they were doing was illegal, but necessary. Things will work out fine if they didn't get caught. Of course that was very sketchy at best, since nosey neighbors have a tendency to question things that didn't concern them.

Forty five minutes later the last bit of clothing was dumped into the back of Wufei's truck, and a sigh of relief could be heard from all five boys. Without much deliberation, Quatre jumped in his car and followed Heero as he drove off towards the dorm. Sally hopped into Wufei's truck as he made sure the U–Haul was secured. "I'm spending the night at Sally's," he called quietly to Trowa. "I'll be too tired to drive back on my own. See you some time tomorrow."

"I'm sure you'll be doing anything but sleeping," he called back with a smirk.

Wufei playfully flipped him off as he jumped into the driver's seat and pulled away from the curb, in destination to the dorms as well. Trowa stood outside under the streetlight for a few moments, basking in the night breeze as he let his mind wander aimlessly. All of this seemed too easy. The plan was put together in more or less ten minutes, give or take, and now part of it was done without any complications.

"What's up?" Duo came to stand next to Trowa, enjoying the breeze as well.

"Nothing's wrong. It just–"

"It just seemed too easy," Duo finished. "Yeah, I feel it too."

Trowa paused briefly before he asked his next question. "Where's Hilde?"

A shrug met his answer. "I don't know. I think her mom's. That's where she goes usually when she's pissed at me. By this time though, if she hasn't made it back, she most likely won't come home tonight. But by circumstances being the way they are, who the hell knows. I can't say. Trowa?"

He turned to face him. "Yeah Duo?"

Duo glanced to the ground, shuffling his feet before facing him again. "I...I owe you an apology. That night...I was wrong. What I did was wrong. I shouldn't have taken advantage of your feelings for me. You always did care, I can't say why." He dropped his head again. "But I'm not sorry for what we did. I just...I don't know what I want anymore. Male, female, someone taller than me, someone shorter than me, perky, quiet." He looked back up. "I like it all, you know. I just can't choose."

"Well, maybe I'll just have to be all those things for you," Trowa said as he lifted Duo's chin and their eyes met. "Of course, I don't know how I can be female, but I'll try."

A moment of silence ensued before both boys fell out laughing. "Yeah Tro, for the next game let's all cross dress!"

"Oh gawd! Don't let Sally hear about that. She'll bug us until we do it!"

"Really. She'll probably take pictures!"

"Or a camcorder. That's even worse."

"No kiddin'. Well, I gotta go and start cleaning up. It's going to take me the rest of the year to get that mess straightened out."

"I'll help."

Duo raised an eyebrow. "You sure? It's pretty bad in there."

Trowa rolled his eyes. "I know, I was just in there, remember? Besides, it's not like I have anything else going on tonight."

Duo shrugged. "Okay, if you say so. If you get lost in all of that crap somewhere, don't blame me. I warned you."

"Consider me warned," Trowa said with a smile as he followed the braided boy into the townhouse. After a few minutes of searching they were able to locate the vacuum, a mop, a bucket, and a few sponges to get started. First, both boys picked up all the broken glass and dumped it into the garbage can. The plants were put outside on the small porch, and the furniture was righted on all its legs but shoved together in a corner of the room. Next, Trowa started to vacuum while Duo decided to mop the kitchen floor. With a Lenny Kravitz cd providing the background noise, the housework didn't seem so bad at all. It fact, it was somewhat enjoyable.

Trowa was really getting into one of his favorite songs when the stereo was turned off. He kicked the button on the side of the vacuum to turn it off as well. "Duo, what's up?"

"I gotta run to the store real quick. I ran out of Mop–N–Glow, and that floor is so trashed, I think I'll have to mop it two more times before it's totally clean. Plus I can't really work without a six pack nearby, so I'm going for that too. Budweiser or Shiner Bock?"

"Um...Budweiser. I'm in the mood for something strong tonight."

"Alright, my man," he cheered with a grin as he headed to the door. "Trowa?"

The banged boy was just about to get back to work when he turned to his name. "Yeah?"

Duo stood with his hand on the knob and his back towards Trowa, but his head was turned to the side to see slightly over his shoulder. "When you said earlier, that you'd be all those things for me, did you mean that?"

He was caught by surprise understandably, but didn't let that stop him. "Yes Duo. I meant that and I'll prove it if I have to."

"Oh. Well, I'll be right back." Duo vanished quickly around the door as he closed it and locked it from the outside. Trowa stared at it for a while, he didn't know how long, as he thought over what was just said. He really didn't mean to say that to Duo earlier. It just slipped out, but then he tried to turn it into a joke. Now, Duo asked him about it, and he couldn't lie to him or to himself. He loved Duo. Sally made him realize that. But the timing was all wrong. For both of them.

He slowly shook himself out of a trance and went back to cleaning up the living room. As he was changing the bag of the vacuum cleaner, he stepped on something soft and squishy. He moved his foot around a bit, stepping on the soft mass more, but didn't hear any noise coming from it. Removing his foot, he realized that the brown thing in the corner was actually a bunch of brown stockings folded together. Not....something else. "Thank you God," he said to the ceiling as he threw away the bag and got a fresh one. On his way back to the living room, he saw Duo's wallet on the kitchen counter. "That boy. He always forgets his wallet."

Once back in the living room, he started up the vacuum when he heard the door slam close. "Hey Duo!" he called over his shoulder as he turned it back off. "You left your wallet on the counter. And also pick up some of that odor eater stuff for the carpet, you know, the one that smells like potpourri."

"Oh, so he was here," was the smug reply.

Trowa cringed. There was no way Duo's voice could ever sound that high pitched. "I'll be damned."

"Excuse me?! I'm the one that lives here. You need to leave. You're not welcome here."

Trowa swirled around to face her, and they were just about nose to nose. "Sorry but no. I'm helping Duo clean up a mess that YOU made. He doesn't want to live in a shit hole, despite how much you're trying to force him to."

"Oh, I know you're not trying to call me trash!"

"Actually, I was going more for something that rats do, but trash will just have to do. Besides, you said it, not me."

"Look who's talking! You're the one that came in here and slept with him! You're such a slut. Every other day some other guy is in your room, and now you're trying to take Duo from me!"

"Don't even try to give me that Hilde. I've known him a lot longer than you have, and I know him better than you ever will! I'm not trying to take Duo away from you. First of all, you two broke up! That means he doesn't belong to you anymore. Second, I can't take him unless he's ready to go, understand? Third, I had him before you two even met!"

Hilde, after she heard that, stepped back. "What?"

Trowa felt his chest swell with pride. He has always wanted to chew her out. "You heard me. I had him before he even knew you. So technically, he's with you because I allow it." Of course this was a lie, but the expression on her face was too rewarding.

Hilde, on the other hand, didn't take it well. "You're lying."

"That's what you think."

"No, that's what I know."

"So, you can believe that we were together two days ago, but not earlier than that? Why would we wait for six years to one night because you weren't here? Does that make any sense?"

"You're just a useless, long banged, freak! Get out!"

"Screw you!"

"Hilde!" Both of them turned around to see Duo standing in the doorway. "That's enough. Trowa, I think you should leave."

Slightly stung, Trowa nodded his head in agreement. "Fine." As casually as possible, he walked by Hilde and Duo, through the door and out into the street. He tripped over the pothole, again, which sent a jolt of pain up to his knee, but he was grateful it was his knee instead of his still sprained ankles.

For the sake of argument, when Tsuberov approached him about some money, he pretended to throw the two dollars over the rail, which the crack head immediately went after. He quickly unlocked the door for a change, escaping the attack of the killer moths for tonight. He stripped along his way to the room, save his boxers, opened his window, and jumped into bed.

"I can't believe he asked me to leave instead of her," he said to himself as he watched the two shadows dart around in the townhouse until he fell asleep.

(tbc)


*Notes* Everything that happened after Wufei and the rest of them left for the dorms is a bunch of hooey. I was damned if I helped them clean up their apartment after they lived at mine for a month and trashed my place. The conversation between Hilde and Trowa did occur though, but it was at my place, on the porch.

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