YiJun's POV

"Jun, sleep with me." My Xian had ordered...my stubborn Angel.

When I had stood my ground shaking my head and said 'No.' he had pouted... His tiny bottom lip jutting out resolutely.

"You are sleeping with me, and that's it." He had said, taking my cold hands in his warm tiny ones and pulling me relentlessly till I give in and followed my little master to his baby blue room.

'Sit.' He had ordered, letting go of my hand and pushing me towards his bed with all his might. When I had not done as ordered, and he had looked at me angrily, folding his arms over his chest. And when I had still not obliged, he had pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes at me.

Adorable... Persistent.... Mine.

"Jun is a careless boy." He had said, and turned away. Walking a few steps, he had opened his drawer and brought out his doctor set.

"Xian, what are you doing?" I had asked, when he had put the play set on the bed and taken my hand in his. He had kept silent, just like I had earlier. He had looked at the gash on my palm, "How did you get this?" He had asked, tracing my almost closed wound.

"It doesn't matter." I had said, trying to pull my hand away. Surprisingly, he had not let go. He had held tighter.

"No." He had said, "Stay still." He had ordered and opened the play set.
The play set was filled with miniatures of medical equipments, I had smiled.

"Xian, you can't fix my wound with this." I had said, even before he had decided what to use on my wound.

"I can and I will." He had said confidently, but I could see that his confidence had fallen. The things in the kit were much smaller than what my ugly wound would have required. Xian seemed to have thought the exact thing, for the next thing he had done was let go of my hand completely and run to my room. He had crouched down next to a small hidden drawer and tried to open it.

"Xian!" I had exclaimed and run to him. In an instant, I had picked him up and brought him back to his room.

"What do you think you are doing?" I had asked him sternly.

"If I can't fix your wound, then I want one too." He had said confidently, and put his palm in front of me, "Cut me, like you cut yourself."

'How does he know where I keep my sword?' I had wondered.

"Xian, what are you talking about? I cut myself by accident." I had lied.

"Jun is a liar. Miss Debby says that it's a sin to lie." Xian had said, "I saw you crying... I saw you take out that big knife and I saw you cut yourself." Xian had paused and asked with eyes brimming with tears, "Did you cut yourself because Xian was naughty?" He had asked innocently.

"No, you are a good boy." I had said at once, taking him in my arms. "You are perfect Xian...always perfect. I am not upset with you and I promise that I will never hit you again... Can you forgive me?" I had asked.. I had begged.

An Archangel, begging a three year old child for forgiveness... can you imagine?

Xian had not answered me immediately... He had looked at me with his big beautiful pools of black, and cocked his head slightly, "Promise?" He had asked.

"Mn." I had nodded confidently. I had already decided never to raise my hand on him ever again.

"Fine. I will forgive you... but only if you sleep with me." He had said, once again crossing his arms over his chest.

"Xian, that's not..." I had started to say, trying to come up with an excuse but the little devil was way ahead of me.

"I heard the doctor say they I am not that old yet. That it's OK to sleep with me." He had said, challenging me.

"That's true but... " I had started, but he had once again cut my words, with a teary-eyed expression and said, "Unless.. unless... " and trailed off.

Tears had left his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. His shoulders had slumped and he had taken my hand in his once more and pulled me out of his room.

"Jun may leave. I will not force him to say with me." He had said between sobs, before looking up at me, "I don't want to make Jun uncomfortable..." He had said, as fresh tears had made their way down his face again.

"Xian...Who told you that you make me uncomfortable?" I had asked in a surprised tone.

"I heard doctor say that you don't want to sleep with me because I make you uncomfortable....I should not have grown up... If I would not have grown up, I would not have made you uncomfortable... And you would not have asked me sleep away from you." He had said without making eye contact with me.

"Xian... " I had murmured and taken him into my arms, "You don't make me uncomfortable." Letting go of his tiny body I had continued, "Xian, I have never taken care of a child before. I am new at this...I am sorry. I was wrong. You are indeed too young...how about this, I will sleep with you when ever you have a bad dream."

"Promise?"

"Mn."

"Promise that you will sleep with me anytime I have a bad dream?"

"I promise on my life my boy, I will sleep with you whenever you need me."

"No, don't promise on your life, promise on my life."

"Xian!" I had exclaimed, raising my voice again.

He had turned away from me, "I won't believe you unless you swear on my life."

'What are they teaching the kids in play school these days.' I had wondered, before giving in, "Fine. I promise on your life."

A bright mischievous smile had adorned Xian's face, "Jun, you have promised me now. You can't go back on your words."

"I won't go back on my words... My promise is unbreakable." I had said... I had only realized it only later, that the little devil had played me... And I had fallen... Fallen for his mock innocence.

Naughty...tricky... Mine.

He had smiled joyfully and run to his room. Sitting on his bed he had patted a place next to him, "Come Jun, sleep with me." he had said, opening his arms beckoning me to come to him.

I had no choice, I had gone to him and hugged him, "When did you become so smart, Xian?" I had asked.

He had giggled and said, "Jun, loves Xian, so Xian won."

His words still ring in my ears till today. Maybe, because his words were as true then as they are now.
'Xian won, because Jun loves Xian.'

That was the day that Xian had made sure that I will never be able to abandon him or completely distance myself from him. After all, I am an Archangel, a promise once made, shall have to be kept, irrespective of what or how I may feel about it.

So I had done as promised. I had pretended to sleep next to him. He was a clingy child...he had slept, more on me than on his bed. And if that was not enough, he had put his arms around my neck, caging an Archangel within his tiny frame.

Cute.

I had waited for him to fall asleep. I had waited till his grip around my neck had loosened and then, carefully I had extracted myself from his grip and tucked him in the bed and walked away.

Before leaving the room, I had turned once to look at his calm sleeping form.
With a soft, content smile, gracing his face, he had looked more beautiful than anyone had the right to.

Beautiful...soft... Mine.

Now, fifteen years later, I am still tied by my promise. That is also why, I can't refuse him now...now when he is once again standing at the threshold of my room and asking me to sleep with him.

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