Disclaimer: I do not own Cardfight! Vanguard. This story is based off my own head canon.

You're My Sunshine

The little boy leaned against the wooden door frame of his parent's bedroom, uncertain as to whether he should enter. The warm, sunlit hall contrasted sharply against the darkness that the coated the pale green walls and stained the thick cream-colored carpet of the room. The window, shrouded with a thick curtain, allowed only a small amount of dim light to pass through.

Four year old Taishi Miwa clutched his gift tighter with tiny fingers, sunlight sparkling in his golden hair. It wrapped around his favorite orange t-shirt, blue shorts and dirty, bare feet, soothing him with its warmth. Taking a few steps forwards into the silent room, he called out hesitantly. "Mommy?"

There was no answer from the woman lying in the bed which made the boy wonder if she was sleeping. Maybe he should come back later. Taking a step back, he turned to go and find something else to do.

"Tai... shi?"

The familiar voice was soft—barely above a whisper—and weak.

Immediately, he rushed to the side of the bed, his right hand grabbing hold of the covers. "Mommy! Mommy!"

The pale green and white covers rustled as his mother turned, still dressed in her modest yellow flowered pajamas even though it was the middle of the day. Her blond hair was messy—not having been brushed—and her face pale from having not seen the sun in days. Taishi's mother's sad, brown eyes soon found his own sparkling, grey eyes.

A faint ghost of a smile came to her lips before vanishing and her son wished that it had stayed. Taishi loved Mommy's smile, though she didn't smile very often as of late. Maybe his present would bring back her smile.

"I brought you a present," he cried, bringing his hands up for her to see. In them were bright yellow dandelions, wilting from being held in the boy's sweating hands for so long and battered from his haste.

His mother blinked in surprise before bringing a hand over to gently touch the flowers with her finger tips.

Taishi bounced restlessly on his feet. "Do you like 'em?"

"They're... beautiful," she answered, drinking in the sight before meeting her blond son's eager gaze. "Thank you, sunshine."

Her hand reached out to ruffle his hair, making him grimaced adorably. The little boy brought a hand up in protest as he shook he shook his head.

"Mooommyyy! Stop it!"

She smiled when he frowned at her. Once, that smile had been as warm and bright as her son's, but now, it had faded, worn from the struggle with the darkness. It was still there, however, even if it didn't show itself often enough for her family's liking.

"What do you think we should do with those?"

"Uhh..." No longer embarrassed by her babying, the little boy grabbed his chin in thought, just as he had seen his father do. "Plant them?"

She shook her head. "How about putting them in a vase so that I can see them?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "But, where will we put it?"

"Put them over there, in the cup," she answered, pointing to the large, wooden dresser which had been placed close to the bed. On top of it were several dusty pictures and items, each holding a value that went far beyond their appearances. One of the items in particular stood out to the four year old—a small glass cup, placed fairly close to the bed. Standing on his toes, one hand still clutching the flowers, he reached as far as he could, just managing to grab it without sending it to the floor.

Sitting down with legs tucked up under him, Taishi carefully placed the cup on the floor in front of him. As gently as he could, he placed the wilting dandelions into the dusty container. It was more difficult than it had sounded—the flowers kept falling out and the glass kept getting knocked over. Finally, in frustration, he looked up at his mother who had closed her eyes again.

"It's too hard, Mommy! They won't stay."

"Bring them here," the tired whisper came.

He scooped up the flowers and cup after he had stood. Walking to the bed, he placed both where his mother could reach. It took a moment for her to get them arranged properly before handing the filled cup to her son with instructions to put it back—carefully—on the dresser.

Once that was done, he bounced over to the bed. "Mommy?"

"What is it, sunshine?"

"I wish that you were better." His grey eyes were sad as he gazed up at her.

She reached out, putting her hand over his. "Me, too."

Tiny fingers intertwined with her's as the blond-haired boy whispered, "I love you."

She smiled faintly, moving to lightly kiss him on his left temple. "I love you, too, my little sunshine."

A/N: In case you were wondering, Taishi's mom suffers from severe depression. While depression normally isn't this devastating, it can be.