Author's note: This fanfic was actually based on a Wong Kar-Wai film with the same title starring Tony Leung and Maggie Chung. For anyone who likes this fanfic, I suggest you watch the movie…

The sounds of people chatting through and fro were evident as Quatre took a few steps down the hall. Passing some of the old Chinese potraits of the house he was in gave him a slight sense of nostalgia. He opened the door before him and gave one glance before he closed it. Unsure of what to do he hestitently he said "I'm sorry for interrupting your dinner"

An older lady with wavy short hair and a prominent mole near her lips approached him

"Never mind' her hand gave him a slight gesture for them to sit down

"It's quite late" she continued

"I was busy at work…" he replied

Then silence between them both ensued.

"What should I call you?" he asked breaking it.

"Just call me Mrs. Suen… and you my young man?"

"Quatre Raberba Winner… Call me Quatre"

The uneasiness between him and Mrs. Suen was building up. He had never really felt confortable in this place. But it was the only place in town which had avaliable rooms for rent. The name of the apartments were unusually different from the others, it was called White Louts. He looked around the grey peeling walls and even though the surroundings themselves were bleak, there was a very homy atmosphere from the clanging of eating utensils to the chatters of the other occupants but that atmosphere wasn't for him. He didn't notice that he was actually day dreaming about when Mrs. Suen the landlady started to wave her hand in front of him…

"Call me when you decide to rent it…" she told him and he took his bag and was walking down,

"I will"

He turned to face her as she gave him more instructions about rents and stuff and then slowly let his gaze fall and went down the stairs.

The stairway was narrow and dark, the walls themselves were peeling and had patches of mould of them. Trowa gave a slight sigh as he walked up them. He observed carefully his new surroundings, which could possibly be his new home. There were many occupants in the area from the sound that he heard from the common room. The door posts were painted in bright yellows something strange from the usual aridity of the area. He gave a glanced to the two people talking behind him, one was an elder lady wearing a typical brown cheongsam while the other was a man about his age in a buisness suit. The platinum blond hair of the man attracted him, it wasn't a sight you see everyday in Hong Kong. They were having a conversation and then it ended, he saw the blond man walked down the stairs yet for some compelling reason he couldn't take his eyes of the man until he left. After what seemed like minutes he snapped back into reality and asked the elder lady

"Do you have rooms to rent?"

"Ayah…" sighed the lady as she rolled her eyes.

"I'm so sorry but it has just been rented to that man" she gave a sorry smile…

"Thanks anyway"

Then he felt something touch his shoulder, it was the elder lady…

"Wait… How many of you are there?"

"Just me and my friend…" he replied politely

"Why don't you try next door? They have an empty room left just nice for two" she sounded hopeful

"Thank you, I shall ask them"

"You're too polite… Remember try asking them"

Trowa said another thank you and procedded to ring the door bell of her neighbour .

"Get out of the way!" a man shouted as he was carrying a huge wardrobe…

The situation in White Lotus was chaotic, there were many people around carrying huge articles of items all over. Apparently new occupants to that of White Lotus were moving in. In fact the situation there was so chaotic that Trowa had to flatten himself on the wall to allow the movers to move.

"Careful! Please move it beside the wall there…" he said as he was afraid that one of the movers would destroy his things. Another one of the workers was carrying a rattan basket on top his head.

"For a couple, you have a lot of things" one of the workers commented as he brought in yet another wardrobe.

"That's not mine… I think it's the neighbours" he said as he observed the wardrobe the worker brought in.

"Be careful with that!" said Quatre as he ushered one of the movers to go in. He had finally decided to rent this place, he and his wife would live very happily in this cozy room. The blond man began to notice that the next door neighbour was also moving in

"These aren't my shoes." He noticed as he passed it to one of the movers.

"They must belong to the people next door…" he continued as he oversee the work that was going on. Mrs. Suen soon approach Quatre and commented

"What a coincidence to be moving in the same day!" she said in an excited voice, the excitement of new tennents moving in bubbled in her voice.

"Where is Mrs. Winner?" Mrs. Suen was curious to see where Quatre's wife was.

"She's working abroad today… She'll be back by next week "

"Then you should have waited! This is to much for you to handle" lectured Mrs. Suen as she left.

Trowa was exhausted by the workers who were constantly getting his items and the other neighbour's items mixed up. Just when he felt that the work was done he found a stack of books that did not looked quite right.

"There books aren't mine… Wrong again?" he asked the worker

"Oh sorry ah sir! You are not Mr. Winner?"

"No I am Mr. Barton, never mind just leave them here." He said as he sat lazily on the chair, he was getting fed-up with the workers and decided to take matters into his own hands. Trowa walked down the corridor to give the books back to his neighbour. He heard his neighbour to tell the workers to be careful about the mirror. Apparently, his neighbour must have been fond of mirrors because they were so many mirrors in his room. The tall man took a step into his neighbour's door and asked

"Are these books yours?"

"Yes they are my wife's…" replied his neighbour. It was the same blond man he saw earlier on. He couldn't keep his eyes of the man, it wasn't until the blond man notice that he was staring did he stop.

"How should I address you?" asked the blond man as he advance forward until he was right in front of Trowa.

"I'm Trowa Barton, you can call me Trowa." He replied in a nerveous voice.

"I'm Quatre Raberba Winnner, Quatre would do…"

"Thank You, I shall leave you in peace" said Trowa as he turned his back on Quatre. What Trowa didn't know was that Quatre's eyes followed him until he reached his door and closed it, even after it was close Quatre starred at the door as his eyes lingered around it and then he closed his own door.

Today was happy day for Quatre because his wife would be coming back. He had agreed to meet her at the airport today to pick her up and then spend her on a nice candle lit dinner. Quatre had missed his wife very much and his blue-green eyes shone the hapiness that he couldn't contain in meething her. As he was locking his room door, he heard footsteps from the corridor and then a voice. It was Mrs. Suen's

"Quatre, please eat with us before you go" she asked probably out of politeness and not the fact that they actually wanted to Quatre to have dinner with them. Sensing this he turned down their offer explaning that he was going to meet his wife at the airport. Then he made a dash down the stairs, on his way he met Trowa's roommate…

"You must be the neighbour," he said as he passed by Trowa.

"Yes I am, but don't misunderstand. I'm new like yourself." Quatre replied while giving a slight nod of his head.

"You have such pretty manners" Trowa's roommate murmured as he walked up the stairs.

Quatre finally met his wife and they both took a taxi home. His wife was far too tired to go out for diner. Quatre tried to hide his disappointment and asked her about her trip. She didn't reply him.

"She must be really tired…" said Quatre to himself as the taxi drove on through the hustle and bustle of Hong Kong city.

The neon lights of Hong Kong's night life pierced Quatre's eye as he paid the taxi driver. His wife walked out of the taxi like a zombie and went up the stairs into the White Lotus.

"She must be really really tired" said Quatre to himself again but deep within the echoes of his heart he knew something was wrong…

When Quatre finally walked up the stairs with all his wife's luggage, his wife had all ready proceeded to the common room observing the other tennants play 'Mahjong'. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and then a deep yet soft voice.

"Let me help you. You look tired…"

As he turned around, Trowa was right behind him. He was surprised at first that the distance between them was little and also the fact that his heart was suddenly beating faster and faster. Seeing no protest from Quatre, Trowa immeadietly took the lugages away from him and carried it to Quatre's room. Once they were outside his room, Trowa stood there as if waiting for something. Finally after what seemed like eternity, Quatre managed to mumble a thank you, opened his door and closed it behind him. His wife on the other hand had taken the 4^th person's place on the table and was happily playing 'Mahjong' while Trowa's roommate was taking a drink or two. Trowa too found himself joining them all in the common room.

"What do you do Mr Barton?" asked Mr. Chang as he looked at the lean man who was looking bored sitting on the sofa.

"I'm a newspaper editor." He polietly replied still looking bored.

"That sounds exciting! Tell me more about it!" squeled the 2^nd 'Mahjong' player who's name was Relena.

"I edit stories and print them out"

"Anything else?" she continued asking, her eyes opened wide with excitement.

"No"

"Are you sure?"

"No secret stories that the government doesn't allow to publish?"

"No political scandals?"

"No illegal gatherings?" her eyes gave an inquiring and questioning look with each question.

At this point of time, Mrs. Suen gave out one of her famous 'ayahs' and said with an exsperated tone.

"I think that's enough Relena. Give the man a break. I'm sure he'll talk about his job later."

Trowa's room mate suddenly laughed very loudly.

"He talk? It's funny that you actually made him talk little girl"

"Why is that?" asked Relena still sulking away with that fact that Trowa gave her monosyllable answers.

Trowa's roommate got up; holding a drink in one hand and the other raised in a pose

"Trowa doesn't talk much and that's all there is too it!" he tried to continue but was far too drunk to do so.

"I think you've had far too much to drink." said Trowa calmly as he helped his roommate to their room.

"How odd, I've never seen two men living together unless they are…" Mrs. Suen left her sentence unfinished but the others knew what she meant. A door shutting sound was heard and then light footsteps followed them, Quatre saw Trowa helping his drunken roommate into the room. Trowa gave Quatre an apologetic look. Quatre just gave a smile and a nod then proceeded to the common room.