Trowa looked at Heero out of one eye. The quiet, normally shy boy was fuming with rage. He and Heero were having yet another arguments. All they seemed to do these days was argue. The only problem was that their arguments were never really conclusive. One a usually reserved, silent boy the other an unemotional and unforthcoming one. Their arguments were usually almost wordless, proving it very hard to decide the outcome of the row.

"So you think." Trowa began.

"Yes." Heero interrupted him.

"I see." Trowa replied, flopping down on the couch next to Heero and looking at the TV.

"Good, that's settled then." Heero turned his attention back to the program. He could sense that Trowa was not done yet.

"But."

"Hn." Heero merely grunted his reply.

"So that's what you think?"

Heero ignored him.

"Then I guess there is only one thing to do." Trowa got up and left the room. Heero sighed inwardly, but remained composed on the outside as usual. A few minutes later Trowa came down the stairs, lugging a small rucksack full of belongings. Neither boy was sure whom or what had started this argument. Deep down they both knew that things just weren't working.

"So this is it." Trowa said, standing by the door. 'it' seemed so final.

"I guess." Heero's voice remained on one level, as always, but inside he was screaming. 'NO! Don't let this be goodbye.' He thought frantically. He got up and walked slowly over to the door of their little apartment, glancing around the home that they had made their own.

"I'll be in touch to sort out the.details." Trowa said, his hand on the doorknob. The details being the shared ownership of the flat, and who would get to keep it. They had shared everything in the year in which they had been an item. Furniture, money, this house.everything. Splitting it up would be very difficult.

"I trust we won't need to involve solicitors or anything." Heero said awkwardly.

"No, I'm sure we can come to some.agreement." Trowa finished. His flexed his hand resting on the doorknob. His knuckles turned white as he clenched the cold metal ball in his hand and began to turn it. The door opened a crack letting a thin beam of sunlight fall on Trowa's face.

"No!" Heero put out his hand and shut the door firmly. The look of relief on Trowa's face was instant. He dropped his bag and flung his arms around Heero's neck. For a second Heero stood there, unmoving. Then he put his arms around the taller boy and held him tightly. "Don't ever leave me!" He whispered.

Trowa just held Heero tighter still. Finally they released their grasp and looked at each other for a moment. Then they turned round and returned to the sofa, watching TV as though nothing had ever happened.

Trowa glanced around the flat that had become his home. Heero had bought it and Trowa had then bought half of it. They moved in together as flat- mates before, one night, they had become so much more. This small apartment in the outskirts of the city held so many memories for them both.

Like the time when they had had that huge surprise birthday party for Wufei here. And that time when the central heating and electricity got cut off and they had had to sleep in the same bed for warmth with only a candle for light. How romantic that had been! Trowa smiled at the memory.

Heero noticed Trowa smiling and smiled himself. He knew that to others their relationship seemed odd, almost impossible. A boy who didn't like to talk about his feelings and another who barely had any capability of emotion in a relationship!? But it had worked, surprisingly well. Apart from the odd argument, but they always overcame that fairly easily.

Eventually Trowa turned off the TV and smiled knowingly at Heero. Heero got up and turned off the lights as he followed Trowa out of the room, wondering what the tall, handsome boy had in store for him tonight.