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Don't Take My Sunshine Away

(A moment of peace is yours for now.

Again inspired by some fanart I found on Pinterest. The version of You Are My Sunshine used here is You Are My Sunshine-Julia Westlin(ACAPELLA) link below

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How long has it been since he crawled like a fish out of water back to her? Her addicting touch. Her soft caresses. Feeling as if his bones were exposed and his body contained nothing.

His heart felt nothing.

He had but one desire and what was to sit and lean into the touch that accepted him. The hands that took care of him

"I'll fix your hair for you if you'd like me to," she offered which caught him off guard as he blinked at her in light surprise, "I can style hair a little bit. My mother showed me how to, so I can put your hair back up if you want."

He just slowly blinked again before closing his eyes with an exhale through his nose. "Do as you wish."

She smiled in return at him and went to fetch her brush. He didn't move but did lightly open his eyes when he heard her return and grab a strand of his long soft hair. It was soft to the touch and she took gently care in pulling apart the small knots she felt before even pulling the brush through the very bottom of the long fall of hair. He found the treatment acceptable so allowed it to continue. There was silence for a while as she hesitated until her voice spoke again.

"You have beautiful hair... You're a very beautiful man, Yoriichi."

He froze. Something soft and gentle touched his head which automatically made him freeze. His body instinctively standing on end and a thumb and finger curiously tugged gently at a strand of hair....But no hard metal comb yanked through his scalp. Instead two gentle hands caressed the strands and gently began to weave out the tangled big and small so slowly it didn't even pinch. A hum of a woman's patient voice sneaking through as she worked. The murmurs of a lullaby echoed and gentleness wafted with it.

Silence. Other than the lulling memories of melodies and the soft touch that was left behind.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know dear how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."

His hands gripped into the fabric. He fell silent and didn't make any moves to stop her. When was the last time he ever felt such a gentle touch? He couldn't remember? Perhaps when he was a babe still in his mother's arms before he was snatched away into the harsh treatment separating him from the rest of his family. He never got to experience this. Never this. Never something so...intimate. A thing to share between lovers. His body relaxed as tears weld up in those eyes and freely flowed down his face from the gentle treatment.

"The other night dear when I lay sleeping, I dreamt I held you in my arms. When I awoke dear I was mistaken, so I hung my head and cried. You are my sunshine my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey you never know dear how much I love you, so please don't take my sunshine away." She continued working through the hair which was surprisingly easy to brush through. "I'll always love you and make you happy if only you'll say the same but if you leave me to love another you'll regret it all someday. You told me once dear you really loved me and no one else could come between. And now you left me and love another and shattered all my dreams."

Arms lightly shook as she nearly completed her work and red eyes watery glanced at the blankets that covered him.

Pathetic.

That's what his father would call him if he saw this. The state he was in. The emotions his body shook and caved into. Michikatsu wouldn't let himself be vulnerable like this. His older brother was always more strong willed.

"In all my dreams dear you seem to leave me. When I awake my poor heart pains. So when you come back and make me happy, I'll forgive you I'll take the pain. You are my sunshine my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know dear how much I love you, so please don't take my sunshine away."

She finished up and leaned back to look at her handy work. However he just slammed his eyes shut from view and snapped his head away so she didn't have any clue he was even crying. Instead she rose a brow at his reaction.

"I'm finished," she told him even though he probably already knew that by now, "But I would like to get your bangs too if that's ok?" She leaned over more causing his body to visibly stiffen. "Oh. Are you alright?"

"..I am fine." He forced his body to relax again with a sigh through his nose. Quickly, briefly wiping his face off to cleanse himself of the proof of his weakness with his hair sleeve. "You may proceed."

"Are you sure?"

He simply nodded desperate to feel her loving embrace again. Her delicate fingertips soothing over the soft skin, reaching over to trace the mark on his forehead. His open eyes instinctively darting to your hands caressing his features as delicate hands fluttered over soft bangs as the brush stroked through them. However their eyes met.

"You're different from all the others." He visibly stiffened at her words. "You're beautiful that way."

He stopped fully just ... looking at you yellow plum red eyes expanding wider.

She smiled. "Just by looking at you, you're very strong. I guess that's why you're so power-" She stopped as two large hands just grabbed hers within their grip. The brush dropping to the floor with a thud. "-ful. Uh.. Yoriichi?"

"Your eyes." He mumbled leaning closer holding her hands within his grip. "They're beautiful."

She stopped in front of the lights shining on her just the right way to give him the impression that she was an angel. A sight he was hesitant to leave when he bent down. Both closer than he remembered. Just a few inches from one another twinkling under the fire pit 's lights. And she blinked at the sudden closeness too. Face going a dim pink and a few chuckles from the moment escaping her. No one was here too. So it was just you two. Alone here with nothing but each other for company. His mind felt completely blank and numb but in a good way, compelling him to reach his hands up and cup a cheek of hers something his rational brain wouldn't allow himself to do. Inches away now. She didn't move away.

He stared at the woman in front of him, this strange, strange woman with the beautifully flowing hair and the cute smile. If he was watching this as an outsider, he would've laughed at how they were literally just strangers less than a while ago, but right now it didn't seem any of that or anything else mattered. Not even the topic that she could do so much better than him.

A draft blew some and blowing some of that pretty hair into his face, which she immediately reached to pull away and he made no move to stop her from doing that. Or removing the hand that now cupped his cheek. Maybe it really was a mutual madness they both shared or some form of chaos in their lives, but right now, with them being so close. And so vulnerable. It was only natural of course. It's what soulmates do. Of course they would since-

Her lips just pressed for a few wonderful seconds before he suddenly pulled himself away looking at her and breathing quickly. Tears soaking and dripping through the bones exposed to him.

"Please don't leave me. I love you."