Okay! Here we go! Part 1 of 2 for A Fairytale Promise! So, this is the requested one-shot-turned-two-shot that the winner fricken ray of sunshine won from my contest in LMR. I very much love this little thing! Part two will be up shortly!

WARNINGS: Um, absolute cuteness?

Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine~

Ivan was the top student majoring in mythology, but he was never satisfied by any of his work. None of his research added up. None of the depictions, none of the pictures or stories, could truly describe the magnificent creature he had met that day so many years ago. An angel with the most beautiful wings...

Ivan was alone again. Papa had left many years ago, and Mama left soon after. Big sister was gone to the store and Little sister had left with her.

'You're a big boy now, Ivan. You need to stay to take care of the house. Big sister will be back.'

'Promise?'

'Promise.'

Then she had left. Ivan didn't mind the empty house so much, not so long as Big sister and Little sister would come back. So Ivan wandered the dark halls with a small smile on his face. Perhaps he could play a game? But... Ivan looked out the window into the tiny garden. The sunflowers look so lonely... He should go keep them company!

What Ivan hadn't counted on was falling and scraping his knee right before he could reach the sunflowers. Ivan tried to stand but fell back on his bottom. He didn't try to get back up again. Tears started to roll down his baby cheeks as he cried from the pain and the fact that no one was home to make it better. He was about to wipe away the tears with his chubby little fist, when he heard a rustling from the flowers and a tiny giggle.

"Ah! Ah!" A toddler, just barely learned to walk, stumbled from the tall green stalks. The toddler laughed brightly as he stumbled and landed with wide eyes before Ivan.

"Eh?" Ivan didn't answer the babe's questioning babble as he was transfixed by the sight of the pure white wings attached to small one's back. They were the most beautiful things Ivan had ever seen. They were like butterfly wings, flowing and soft to the touch. Ivan leaned closer and noticed the light red tint that edged the wings, along with pale blue stars that were barely visible against the white. Ivan gasped as the small boy crawled forward and clutched his threadbare pants. His eyes were of the brightest blue Ivan had ever seen. Practically glowing and the color of the sky. His hair was a soft blond, like the color of a faded sunflower. Ivan wanted to touch it.

Ivan's little hand reached out and stroked the blond locks in awe. The boy giggled again before noticing the tears still hanging at the edge of Ivan's eyes. His smile disappeared, and Ivan was sad to see it go.

"Sah?" The boy questioned with earnest eyes.

"Wh-what?" Ivan was taken aback as tiny fingers reached out to wipe away the tears.

"Sah." The boy pouted before smiling again. "No sah! No sah!"

Ivan couldn't understand what the little one was trying to tell him, but he smiled at the giggles the other emitted. "See, no sah!"

"Okay," was Ivan's only reply. The boy giggled yet again before pulling himself up and stumbling back into the flowers.

"Where are you going?" Ivan stood up in panic, following after the boy.

"Foawas! Geh foawas an may no sah no mo!" The child really couldn't speak. Ivan still had no earthly idea what the other was saying.

"Wait! Come back! Please don't leave..." Ivan stopped just inside the patch of flowers, the stalks still high above his head. He didn't want to be left alone again. There was more rustling before Ivan heard a squeal behind him and felt a tug at his shirt. As soon as he turned, leaving the maze of stalks, he had a face full of yellow petals still attached to a sunflower.

"Foawa!" The little angel smiled up at Ivan as he placed the flower in Ivan's hands.

Ivan smirked, finally understanding, "Foawa."

The other nodded and smiled, showing off a dimple Ivan hadn't noticed before.

Suddenly, the boy was bathed in a bright light and his smile faded as he looked up to the sky.

"Buh-bye." The boy waved at Ivan before his wings started to flap, lifting him off the ground.

"Wait! Please don't go..." The boy pouted and put his little fists on his hips at the sad look on Ivan's face.

"No sah," he demanded. "Be back!" The boy nodded in certainty as Ivan's brows drew together. The boy was still floating above the ground before he darted over to the sunflowers again, plucking one up. He pointed to the flower. "Me foawa." He pointed to the one in Ivan's hands. "You foawa." He then traded the flowers and smiled.

"Ivan! We're home!" Ivan heard his Big sister call. But he didn't care because the pretty angel was about to leave.

"Now, no sah!" The angel demanded again, lifting high up in the air after planting a tender little kiss to Ivan's forehead. "Happy."

That was the last Ivan saw of the little angel.

So Ivan searched and searched, looking for the true description of an angel to prove to himself that the little boy he had meet had been real. He became increasingly anti-social as he devoured book after book, spending all his days in the library, searching. Every day, you could find him after school sitting by the windows at the local library with a large stack of mythology books, his nose in a book or his eyes wistfully gazing at the blue sky, searching if not for information, then a set of pure white wings.

Ivan would never forget those star-spangled wings. In his mind's eye, they would glimmer in the sunlight and sparkle as the other laughed. They would be soft, so very soft, and Ivan would revel in their silk like texture. They had no feathers like one would think and angel's wings would have, but they were more like a butterfly's, solid and fluid at the same time. Cresting out and then coming to rippling point. Beautiful. But the wings were not the only thing Ivan would never forget. Those eyes, as blue as the midday sky, filled with childish glee, were always on his mind, as was the downy soft feel of corn silk hair. And as Ivan had grown so had the image of the other. He often had dreams of the other, fully grown and smiling at him with glee, still clad in a virginal white gown. Over the years, Ivan had tried and tried to place a name for the butterfly angel, but all the names he tried would never quite fit. Micheal, Alex, Josh, Jonathan, Adam, Eric, Nathan... Nothing would fit. It was frustrating.

One bright sunny day, Ivan had decided to forgo the stuffy library and dusty books in favor of a walk through the nearby sunflower field. He let a melancholy sigh pass through his lips as his mind wandered yet again to a set of brilliant white wings and a head of bright blonde hair. The angel had promised to come back, hadn't he? If he had, then where was that little angel? It made Ivan wonder. What had he been doing there in the first place? Did angel's grow at all? Had the angel... forgotten him? Another sigh escaped him as he plucked one of the sunflowers.

He smiled as he whispered "Foawa," into it's yellow petals.

And that was when the most extraordinary thing happened...

Song: Promise composed by Brian Crain

:D CLIFFHANGER~! Bet you guys are curious, huh? Well, you'll only have to wait a little bit!