You Are My Sunshine

OMAKE!!!

Now I can explain! I swear! I can explain...

Ok. Maybe I can't explain.

I'm sorry. I had to. I just had to. I couldn't... I just had to.

Good, god. I lead such a sad life.

-Xxx-X-xxX-

It was a pleasant night, Pancho thought, whilst he made friends with the ceiling. His brow crinkled in concentration and he twitched his nose just to check if his glasses were still there.

They were, and with that moderately comforting fact, he sighed.

In the passing hours, staring, frowning, and twitching had become a very strict routine of his whilst he watched the bright green numbers of his clock change. Now it was 11:45. The last time he checked the wretched device the numbers said it was 11:44.

How lovely.

With another sigh, he plucked the glasses off the bridge of his nose and set them next to his digital clock, curling into a tight little ball to his right side as he drew the thick duvet up to his chin.

He started to settle down but realized that he just couldn't. A small cold feeling settled in his stomach and he found himself yearning for a more familiar room in a more familiar land with a smaller bed and a thinner blanket. He grimaced at the thought and gulped at what it suggested.

Homesick.

Damn it all.

He sighed again and tried to curl into a tighter ball as if doing just that would quell the sickening feeling in his stomach.

No such luck. It just made it worse.

"Hindi ka makatulog?" ("Can't sleep?")

Pancho jumped and turned to his other side to the twin bed next to his and found Miguel staring quietly up at the dark ceiling, one hand tucked under his head and the other splayed over his chest.

Pancho blushed in embarrassment, thankful that the other lad couldn't see the sudden crimson that tinted his cheeks.

"Sorry... Did I wake you?" He asked. Miguel shook his head and turned a pair of cat like eyes toward him.

"No."

"Then why aren't you asleep?"

"Hindi ako makatulog." ("I can't sleep")

"Oh."

Miguel continued to stare at him and Pancho squirmed a bit under the gaze, uneasy but at the same time completely comfortable. He sighed and finally rolled over to his left so that he and his friend were face to face.

"It's cold." He said. Miguel nodded his head.

"Sa tingin mo, mainit dun sa Maynila?" ("Do you think it's hot back in Manila?")

"Posible." ("It's possible.")

Pancho winced as his voice wavered. He had never heard himself sound so vulnerable before. And that was saying something.

"Ano ulit ang kinakanta mo tuwing umulan?" ("What's the name of the song you sing every time it rains?")

Pancho blinked and lowered his voice. "Why are you asking?"

Migs shrugged. "'La lang." ("No reason.")

"... I think it's called 'You Are My Sunshine'."

"Bakit?" ("Why?")

A part of Pancho vaguely wondered if Miguel was mocking him. But another part told him that he was honestly curious. Maybe a little concerned.

Pancho decided to believe that part.

So, he hummed in bewilderment. "What?"

"Bakit mo ba yun kinkanta?" ("Why do you sing it?")

Pancho hesitated then blushed again. He felt silly but he also felt assured that his friend would not laugh.

"My... Mom used to sing it to me when I was a kid."

Miguel stared at him for a while. Then; "Mine sang Bahay Kubo*."

Pancho smirked and gave a small laugh. Somehow, the tight, cold pit at the bottom of his stomach disappeared for a little bit. Miguel must have noticed because he laughed, too, making Pancho relax even more.

A pause. "Kantahin mo nga." ("Can you sing it?")

Pancho blinked then raised an eyebrow and again asked; "Why?"

"'La lang."

Pancho raised an eyebrow at that but complied, opening his mouth to sing the tune he knew so well by heart.

But once he finished, he blushed a deep and embarrassed shade of summer rose.

"I don't sound like her." He said and by the pale light of the moon outside, he could clearly see Mig's smirk of amusement. He gave a small harrumph but smiled, not really offended.

Suddenly, a whisper just as soft as the caress of butterfly wings came from Miguel's mouth. A whisper that sounded very much like a song.

"... You are my sunshine, my only sunshine." He sang in a low voice. "You make me happy when skies are grey--"

Pancho smiled as Miguel repeated the song again. Slowly, the tight, cold pit in his stomach finally disappeared and he felt his eyelids droop low over his eyes. Miguel's little whispered song was now just a comforting thrum and his body loosened as he drifted away to the land of sleep.

Unbeknownst to him, Miguel kept singing, now staring at him as he slept. The smaller lad sighed when he saw Pancho's eyes shut, but his chest tightened around that little flutter he had yet to put a name to. He could figure out the name later. For now, however, he was more than content to fall asleep to Pancho's soft breathing.

"You'll never know dear, how much I love you." He whispered as his own eyes slid close. "... Please don't take my sunshine away."

-Xxx-X-xxX-

A/N: That's it. I give up. I'm going to bed.

Migancho will be the death of me someday. But for now...

I'll just crawl back into my hidey hole if you need me. *Gross sobbing*

More Power To You!

-Duchess Constantine Nihilyon

PS This is for those of you who are wondering: Yes, we will explore the dynamics of the other pairings (which are now called Suis and Nyme-- Luis x Sven and Nico x Hyme respectively) when the time is right. For now, however, we will focus on Migancho because that is the only pairing we have enough content (such as character emotions, setting and whatnot) to work with. But don't worry, we will try our best to give you a taste of the other pairings too.

But until then, I apologize and I hope you can bear with us! We'll get the other pairings up very soon!

*Note: Bahay Kubo is a infamous Filipino folk song about life in the province and the many fruits and vegetables they cultivate there. Search it up, I've been singing it every since my baby teeth came in. XDDD*