Sunshine


Pairing : Eric Slingby X Alan Humphries

Rating : K+

Genre : Romance /Angst

Summary : They hadn't known that it was possible for the sunshine to be taken away.

Disclaimer : Eric Slingby and Alan Humphries belong to each other! The song belongs to its rightful owner, too! (*^^*)

Warning : Usage of children song, sick humour, etc.


Eric was one of the last reapers to leave the building. He had just returned from his last fieldwork of the day in London and was making his way to the infirmary to pick Alan up. He probably would have been pacing inside, more than ready to leave that bloody place he had started to frequent too often.

As he walked, the memory of his last collection returned, the flashes of images ran through his mind like the cinematic record itself.

The little girl was barely five, very sickly, and somehow she had known that she would die soon. She had decided that she wanted to be outside in the field, playing with the blooming flowers, in the last moments of her life.

It was wrong. It was simply … wrong.

A young girl, a little human kid, should not even understand the word 'die' yet. She should have been happy, playing, and … living. Yet, she was out there, picking the brightest and prettiest flowers to accompany her in the journey, and singing; waiting for death to fetch her.

Her voice haunted him. What she sang was exactly what he feared—and a little girl should not have known what his fear was, because probably no one amongst the reapers themselves did.

He stopped in front of the infirmary before going in tentatively.

"Hello, Mister Angel."

"Eric?"

Eric smiled gently at the brunette, who paused in his tracks upon his entrance. "Hey, sunshine. How're you feeling?"

Alan raised a brow at the new nickname, but he smiled and allowed himself to be pulled into the warm embrace. "Bored. I'm about to die of it. You came on time."

"Are you going to take me along to heaven?"

"…Eric? What's wrong?"

The tiny fingers crept up his cheeks as Alan drew back from his arms; his eyes stared searchingly at him.

He nuzzled the warm palms and let his eyelids slid down. "…it's just the song from the last collection. The girl … she was singing when I arrived."

"Hmm? What song was it that affected you so?" came Alan's soft murmur against his neck.

"…should I sing it for you instead?"

"…sure…."

He tugged Alan along, sitting on the bed and seated Alan on his lap and buried his head into the crook of the warm neck.

The spring field of London returned to the room as the little girl's melody flowed from Eric's lips.

It would be some time before they go home.

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