Because of a Game
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Title: Because Of A Game
Author: KKchitown (karen, whatever)
Pairing: Eventually 2+3, but has 5xS, 2xH, 3xVarious characters.
Category: Most definitely AU, crossover with my life, and utterly,
utterly weird. That's the only way I can describe it. >.<
Rating: *snorts* R, to be on the safe side.
Warning: Okay, here we go. Ahem. Yaoi (big surprise there), language, severe OOC--ness, especially in Trowa's case, attempt at humor, obsession of coffee, root beer, and Dr. Pepper, references to drugs,
sex (hey, this IS college we're talking about), a lemon, possibly more, and...you know what, how about this. If you like what you see on fox family, this won't be for you.
Disclaimers: I DO NOT own Gundam Wing. *sighs* Damn I hate the disclaimer.
Feedback: If you're so inclined, kkchitown@aol.com
Notes: Ok, this, unfortunately, is a true story. It's not an autobiography sort of thing, but something that happened between some friends and I who lived in the same apartment complex. Every thing that you will read in it will be true, and if its not true, as in its
something that I stuck in there for entertainment, I'll make a note of it at the bottom of the page.
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Because Of A Game
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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 to him 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 its only, what
fifty students in this class? It's not like she can't find a seat."
[1]
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–"
"Its 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, lets
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."
"You're lying."
"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 started to get up only to be pushed back into 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 thinks 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, its 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.
"Everything alright?"
"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.
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[1] 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. >.<
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