My Sunshine

by MysteryDancer

They say the DWMA is haunted with their spirits, that you can hear them laughing and talking. Sometimes you can see them, see the school how it used to be. But in the music room you can always see them. You can always hear them. Whether he's playing piano, or their singing and dancing. They are always together.

The world is a dark mad place, the Kishin Asura rules over the world, the witches by his side. The gang failed. Maka never defeated him. After her weapon blood failed it took too much out of her. He got away.

Now weapons and meisters are hunted and killed, humans captured as slaves. Brain-washed into believing it was the DWMA that started it. Ridden with anger and madness, the people were all too happy to hunt down all weapon and meisters.

Now, only one pair remains. But they know it will be any minute before they're killed to. They stand together in an old abandoned room, the first place they ever met. The first place he played piano for her.

He pulls her over towards him, and he holds her for a minute. They slowly start to dance, holding each other closely, swaying side to side.

He quietly starts to sing in her ear.

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are grey

You'll never know, dear, how much a single tear fell slowly from both their eyes as they sang the next verse together, listening to the pounding footsteps of their killers

I love you

As they kissed the soldiers broke in and shot them each till they fell. Still tightly embracing the other, kissing.

And that was the end.

Weapons and Meisters became old fairy tales told by the sorrowful survivors that killed them. They were like sanity, an ancient lie. The legends of how they were the protectors of mankind forbidden to be told.