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Things were not going decidedly well for the demon today. Granted, it had been his own fault, breaking into Heaven and trying to steal one of their great treasures, but in his defense – which wasn't much of one but he felt quite justified by it – it was loads of fun annoying the angels. Especially that particular one, who just so happened to share his name. Any other similarities would be denied loudly by both parties, which of course would only show off just how alike they were. As thought, that particular angel did chase after this particular demon, but as they flew and battled above the clouds, the demon had dropped the treasure. Though he was supposed to be an evil spirit, he had wholly intended to return it, so this had definitely put a damper on things.

The angel slicing open his arm didn't help matters either.

Holding onto his wound, the demon tried to think of how to escape and hide until he was healed. He saw he had little choice but to flock to earth, and take on a mortal form. Off of the top of his head, he chose that of a mouse, for who would suspect the smallest and weakest of creatures to be a demon? His landing was not as graceful as he had intended, either, as he went head-first into a sizeable tree, flopping onto the ground in his changed form. So there we begin, with this demon-as-a-mouse, holding onto his arm, growling and lamenting his luck. He hadn't even realized he was in a public place – a park – until he heard a feminine voice shrilly cry out nearby.

"Oh, no!"

Before he knew it, the owner of the voice was looming over him. The owner was also a mouse, but as far as he was concerned, she was nothing like him. Petite, adorable, dressed in a modest fashion with light colors, eyes flushed with worry and concern. She was also, most importantly, very pretty. Even her voice was pretty, as she knelt beside him, lightly touching his shoulder and trying to inspect the damage. "What happened? Should I call a doctor?"

He could have told her to leave him be, that such a bloody wound would heal on its own in an hour's time, but the more he stared at her, the prettier she was. Much like his reasoning behind taking the treasure of Heaven, he was terribly fond of pretty things. However, there was far less of an inclination to give this one back. So he smoothed down his attire – nothing too big, just a vest and pants – before calmly addressing her. "It's not too bad…"

"Don't be silly! You have to see someone!" How she fretted, how she worried, she was clearly a sympathetic type of creature who would take her own heart out and give it to another if asked. "At the very least, let me do something!"

"Whaddya got in mind, besides seein' a doc?" His eyes continued to size her up, suddenly forgetting why he was on earth in the first place. All the trouble he was in seemed so vastly unimportant compared to getting to know this girl.

She chewed her lip, trying to find a favorable factor between helping him while not seeing a doctor. The idea of asking him why he refused to see one was tempting, but who was she to personally pry into his business? After a few more bouts of fidgeting, she stood up straight, brushing grass off of her skirt. "I think I have some gauze at home. If we can get you wrapped up soon, maybe it won't be so bad."

Going to the maiden's home already? His tail flicked back and forth, delighting himself in devilish ideas of just what would happen when they got there. For she was a very pretty thing, and he was, well, a demon. He instantly got on his feet. "I think I can last getting there."

"It's not too far." She took his hand – even her hold was soft and tender, and his clasped her tightly – and began to walk away from the tree, eyes ahead to focus on the destination. "And I live alone, so it's no trouble." After a few more steps, she seemed to recall she had forgotten a rather important factor when helping a stranger – introducing oneself.  Embarrassed, she glanced back at him, just in time for his eyes to stop leaving her skirt. "Oh and… my name is Minnie."

Pretty name, pretty girl, pretty everything. Pretty and pure. "I'm Mickey." And he even added a nod for politeness. He mostly kept quiet as they traveled to her home, for he had his own plans to devise. This was not the smartest of demons, and his own conclusions had been drawn about this matter. Clearly this girl had already fallen in love with him – and who could blame her? – and was looking for a Florence Nightingale situation, to heal him with her tender care and affection. Such a pure and sweet being like her must long to be tainted and corrupted, and he was just the demon to do the job.

Her house was not even a five minute walk away from the park, if one could call something so small and cramped a house. "It's not much, but it's home." She said with some enthusiasm, trying to leave a good impression on her new friend. As she led him inside the small and poorly taken care of home, she had no intentions of falling in love with him, of a Florence Nightingale situation, and least of all being tainted and corrupted. Minnie was just the sort who helped anyone she saw in need, though the fact this stranger was handsome was a bonus. He was sat down on a single cushion, for she could not afford a full couch, and managed to find her first aid kit. Out came the gauze, and she knelt beside him, carefully trying to wrap his arm in a way as not to hurt him.

He propped his head in one hand, watching her with interest. "Ya live here all by your lonesome?"

She nodded, eyes not lifting from the task at hand. "A-huh. My parents died when I was little, and I inherited the house."

"Must get awful lonesome."

"Oh, I get by, it's not so bad." She then chuckled, lightly, music to his ears. "My friend Daisy thinks I'm lucky because no one bothers me."

He raised his eyebrows, surprised that this girl had a life outside of him, terribly selfish as he was. "… And what does your boyfriend think?"

There was hesitation on her end, and, to his victory, a blush, before she resumed speaking. "I don't have a boyfriend… I, well, I have Donald, but he's a boy and a friend… not a boyfriend. I've never really had one before." Not that she hadn't ever thought about it, but she figured that someone like her wasn't exactly what one could call a catch. She was inherently oblivious to her own looks and the draw of sympathy. She was also quite oblivious that she was being stared at in a manner much like a hunter seizing up its prey. Such pretty prey.

"Never? Color me surprised." His grin was from one big black ear to the other, for there is nothing a demon loves more than corrupting the pure, and there was so many ways to corrupt this innocent little darling. If she never had a boyfriend, then it wouldn't be such a big leap to assume she had never been kissed. With that in mind, he was seized by the desire to kiss those lips and claim they to belong to him. In his odd little logic, she was trying to make him kiss her, for why else would she say 'never'? Aside from the fact he had in fact asked her, which was such an unimportant detail.

His fingers twitched, and he was all ready to grab his petite temptress when her head suddenly jerked up in a gasp. "Oh, no! I'm all out already!"

"What?" Mickey stopped in place, hands stopping in their 'grabby' position.

"I'm all out of gauze, and your arm isn't even half covered!" Upset, she was already on her feet, and grabbing her purse off of the front door handle. "I'll have to go out and buy some more."

Upset at losing his adorable meal, Mickey tried to make a futile reach for her ankles, falling off the cushion. "I'm fine! Really! C'mon!"

"Stay right there, I'll be back in a few minutes!" And she had already closed the door behind her, unaware she had saved herself from a demon's appetite. As for the demon, he growled and grumbled all over again, patience never a strong point. He sat back up, and his eyes drifted over the smallest of bookshelves, and curiosity downplayed his tantrum for now. He slid his fingers over the titles, and realized a diary was among them. It took half a second to pick the little lock with merely his tail, and he began to read the pages, learning more about his Florence.

~*~
The angel, meanwhile, was suffering in a tantrum of his own. That insufferable demon, how dare he even think of breaking into heaven! Oh, the angel's superiors would never let him hear the end of this, especially after losing track of the enemy. He knew he had fallen to a certain section of earth, but exactly where the brat was hiding, the angel could not know. So, in a desperate attempt to find him, he too took on a mortal form, and also became a mouse – for what more gentle and loved creature is there than a mouse? – though he at least had the sense to dress modestly, blending into the earth people.

But now that he was on earth, what was he to do to find him? Using his powers would make his real status obvious. So, agitated, he distracted himself by kicking an empty can down a sidewalk, not paying much attention to his surroundings. He imagined the can to be the demon, and kicked it over, and over, and over, until a door suddenly swung open and smacked him right in the face. Yelping, he held his nose, angry at the demon for sending him to earth where awful mortals just opened doors without looking –

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry!"

-… Awful pretty mortals who clearly just did this by accident, the angel then thought, as he looked down at the girl now standing there. Hands still on his nose, he stared down at the mouse girl, shocked into silence by her loveliness. The way she now paused, and looked him over carefully, why, the girl must be feeling the same things he was. All at once, the angel forgot about the demon, for he knew something momentous and glorious was happening. He too was not the brightest of angels, for his conclusion was that he and the girl had suddenly and desperately fallen in love at first sight.

Minnie, meanwhile, was stunned to find someone who looked exactly like Mickey, save for the clothes and arm that showed no sign of blood. Puzzled, she searched for words, and closed the shop door behind her. "Um… this… might sound strange, but… have we met before?"

"N… Nope, no, nuh-uh." He replied, voice squeaky, and then remembered where his hands were. He quickly ordered them at his sides, trying to make up for the embarrassing first look. "Gosh, I think I'd remember someone like you." He was also certain he'd never forget this girl, whoever she was, the ultimate love of his life.

"Well, see, I have this guest…" Minnie stopped herself, remembering that she had left for a very good reason, and she really had no time to chit-chat. "That's right! I have to go! He's hurt!" She began to turn around, but the angel was already at her side, not willing to let her go just yet.

"I can help!" He chirped, willing to resurrect a corpse to life if it meant keeping her happy. "I heal people plenty!" Spiritually, usually, so that was technically not a lie, and angels never lied.

Minnie was in no mood to argue, so she allowed him to follow her, putting speed into her step, terribly worried about her bleeding visitor. "My house isn't too far from here, just follow me!"

He'd follow her to the end of the world, and beyond that, he was certain. He merrily jogged after her, a smile on his face, noting how wonderfully kind and pure she was. Such a purity he hadn't seen since his own kind up in the clouds! This docile creature, this little lamb, she was the kind that needed to be protected and cared for, and he felt very well suited to do so. His beautiful, precious little… precious little… um…

"Uh, hey, what's your name anyway?" The angel asked as they turned a corner.

"Minnie!"She replied, trying to reach the end of the block as fast as she could.

Miniature little Minnie, no other name could suit her better. "My name's Mickey!"

With that, Minnie screeched her feet to a halt, turning around to stare directly at her other new friend. Mickey stopped as well, assuming the halt was that she had never heard a name as glorious and wonderful as his own, and thought her to be absolutely adorable for it. Eyes wide, and voice skeptical, she pointed right at him for confirmation. "… Your name is Mickey?"

"That's me." He smiled at her, never realizing that she wasn't staring at him in adoration but in utmost confusion. "Mickey Mouse, at your service!"

Her lips were pressed together, trying to think things over, but once again, she remembered there was someone bleeding in her house, and all of her questions would just have to wait. So she resumed her run, and the angel went right along after her, resisting the urge to be what he considered a gentlemanly move and sweep her off her feet and carry her home. The journey back to her home was even shorter than it had been with the demon's, and they were already at her tiny home, where he noticed a few flowers bravely poking their heads out.

"I'll go tell him you're coming." Minnie said, almost out of breath, going right to her front door.

"A-huh." Not paying that much attention, Mickey swooped down to pluck several flowers at once, fashioning a quick bouquet for his new sweetheart. He took a great whiff and sighed dreamily, already imagining how their first date would go. Them demurely holding hands and discreetly looking away, cheeks red, a paradise better than heaven…

… come to think of it, he realized as he stood there, hadn't there been some reason he left heaven?

~*~

"Sorry for the wait!"Minnie said as soon as the door was open, walking inside. "I bumped into someone and - "

She cut herself off as suddenly her house guest was right in front of her, looming directly over her, using as much height advantage he had of her as possible. One of his arms lashed out, touching the wall, blocking her from going further in the house… his no-longer-bleeding arm, she noticed. Even so, she was still worried, and met his eyes. "You shouldn't be up, you should be resting!"

"I'm all rested up, Mins." He smirked down at her, his predatorily passionate look even worse than before. In the short time span she had been gone, the pages of the read diary had managed to endear her even more to him. She had written her little wishes and hopes, and they had been still so pure, so innocent! She didn't long for money or even a bigger house, she just wanted her friends to be happy and for peace on earth and other nonsensical dribble he normally would have rolled his eyes at, had they not been wished by his one true love. Since they had been wished by him, he wanted her all the more, and he was going to make certain she didn't escape him this time. With a mere two steps, he backed her against the wall, and cupped her chin with his fingers. "Just thought maybe I should reward ya for all that hard work."

Minnie could be oblivious, but she was hardly blind. In her surprise, her purse and the bag with the new gauze were dropped to the floor, and she curled up into herself, hands on her chest, face going scarlet. The little girl who never expected to have a boyfriend just didn't know what to do with a handsome stranger coming onto her. "R-Reward me?" She stammered, eyes darting about.

He grinned, and without any further warning, his lips were on her. She sucked in breath, unable to back away any further, his mouth on top of hers. It was warm, deep, enticing, and when she thought about it later, there probably would have been a good chance of her trying to give some meek reciprocation in return…

… Had not the 'other' Mickey suddenly kicked him in the head, sending 'this' Mickey flying into the kitchen, and, from the crash she heard, landing into the fridge. There was no time to be surprised by the power of that kick, due to being surprised at the 'other' Mickey now sprouting a fair of fluffy, feathery white wings from his back. His fists were clenched, standing in front of Minnie, glaring daggers at the direction the enemy had been sent to, and he almost shook with his angered words. "Keep your filthy hands off my Minnie!" Then, as an afterthought, "Oh, and, uh, give back the treasure too!"

Minnie would have loved to start asking questions at this point, when she spotted her original visitor staggering out of the kitchen, sprouting  wings of his own – however, his were of a bat, black and leathery, flapping in annoyance. "Your Minnie?! This girl is mine!" Then, as an afterthought, "Oh, and, uh, I lost it."

"Ya big fat liar!" The feathered boy ran, and tackled down the bat boy, and soon they were kicking and punching and biting and making a complete and utter mess of Minnie's house. Dumbly, Minnie stood, rather unable to believe what was taking place. She was very close to losing her temper, and the only thing saving them from that wrath so far was her sheer and utter expanded confusion. So, Minnie closed the front door, hung up her purse, and walked through the house, somehow able to avoid the fight. She put away the new gauze, placed the now empty store bag in the trash, grabbed two empty cups from her cupboard, filled them with water from the sink, walked back to the fight, and then, after taking a breath, splashed them both soundly.

Both boys stopped in place – the feathered one strangling the bat, while the bat biting on the feathered one's leg – and stared up at her. "Explanations," she said, outing the cups on the floor. "now, please." The boys glanced at each other, and then pulled apart, sitting on their knees in front of her. Since they seemed hesitant to speak, she tried again. "Which one of you is the real Mickey?"

"I am!" Both males shouted, sticking a hand up in the air, and then glared at one another. The feathered one dropped his arm, having the maturity to let the matter drop, for now. "I know it's kinda hard to believe, Minnie, but it's the truth. We're both Mickey."

"When our original body died," the demon cut in, wanting to share in some of the attention Minnie was giving. "The big guys upstairs couldn't decide whether to send him to heaven or hell.  So he split it in two, and here we are. I'm a demon, and he's an angel."

"He's also a thief." The angel glowered at his counterpart for being interrupted. "He broke into heaven and stole one of our treasures! And now ya say ya dropped it, ya big idiot?"

The demon snorted, crossing his arms. "I wasn't planning on it… a certain stupid angel knocked it out of my arms."

"Stupid?! Why I oughta-"

"No, no, no, no!"Minnie cut off the fight that was ready to start, hands on her hips. Now that her confusion was clear, her temper was free to be lost. "Both of you, whoever you are, whatever you are… I won't have it in my house!  Look at this place, it's a complete wreck! It'll take me forever to clean it up! I want both of you out of my house, this instant!" This was emphasized by a stomp of her feet, her face scrunched up in a pout with puffy cheeks. She continued to lecture them, showing off just what they had damaged and destroyed, and that they should behave better. The intended effect was to either frighten them or shame them enough into leaving.

Alas, it had neither effect. Instead, with her puffy cheeks, scrunched up look, stomping… she had looked absolutely adorable in every single way. For once, the enemies shared a common factor, and they stood up, the demon in front of her, the angel behind her. "Ya know, babe," said the demon, cutting her off mid-lecture "ya ought to calm down." He pulled her by the hand and nuzzled her cheek , effectively shutting her up, mouth open in a stupor.

"He's right, sweetling." Said the angel, murmuring in as just a soft and loving voice.  "We'll be more civil from now on, angel's promise," He clasped her shoulders, lips pressing sweet kisses to her cheek. The girl quickly realized she easily lost all control of the situation, and her brain fizzled in some attempt to make sense of this.

"After all," they both chimed, voices purring and making her wonder if she should run, if she could run, "we can learn to share." Hands were everywhere, lips were everywhere, and Minnie felt she was going to pass out any second now. In fact, she almost thought she had passed out, since a bright, white light was now filling her house, coming from the window. But amid molestation, she realized it wasn't her body losing conscious, but that another supernatural being was entering her home. The boys thankfully stopped their play, catching the same show she was, as the light materialized, taking the form of a beautiful young woman, cloaked in a white flowing gown, with the same wings as Mickey the angel.  This was the sort of angel Minnie was familiar with, seeing such designs on illustrations in church and on TV, instead of the type that was fondling her tail.

The angelic woman began to open her eyes, one arm raised. "Servant of Heaven," she spoke, and even her voice was that of a thousand melodic songs together, "Servant of Hell, I have been sent - " And that's about when the female angel actually looked at the trio and saw exactly what they had been in the middle of doing. She dropped her arm, face red, and shrieked with the power of a thousand. "Mickey!" She seemed to voicing her mortified objection to the angel mouse.

That Mickey looked at the angel, back to Minnie and the demon, and then back to the angel. "Uh… it isn't what it looks like?"

The tall woman pointed right at them. "It looks like you and your demonic counterpart were about to strip this mortal of her purity in every sense of the word."

"… Okay, it's exactly what it looks like."

The female angel suddenly grabbed out, taking a hold of the two boys by one ear each, causing them to shout in pain, and only let them go when they released their hold on Minnie, who promptly felt o her knees, giving up on her sanity. The womanly angel then raised her arm again, resuming her speech, as if she hadn't caught her fellow angel about to engage in sultry sin. "Servant of Heaven, Servant of Hell, I have been sent to deliver a message and an assignment. The treasure that Demon Mickey has stolen, the Divine Beads, has fell to earth, and shattered into pieces. Because Demon Mickey stole it, and it is also the fault of Angel Mickey for it falling, you have both been assigned to stay on earth until all of the pieces have been recovered." She then bent over, gently taking Minnie's hands. "And you, mortal Minnie, have been assigned to watch over them and ensure they get the job done."

The boys had already begun quarreling over whose fault it was, and it took Minnie a few moments to realize the implications of what this divine being had said. "Wha-what?! Why me?!"

"Because of their clear… fondness for you." She replied slowly, choosing a light word for what she had just seen. "You shall surely be rewarded for your good deeds in this matter."

"But I wanted them out of my house!"Minnie shrieked, but her plea fell on deaf ears – the light evaporated, almost running away from her protests. The womanly angel was now gone, and the boys had finished their fight, now also realizing what they had all been a part of.

The demon curled his lips into a smile, leaning forward. "So, babe… where do I sleep?" His leer made it obvious where he preferred to.

The angel Mickey looped an arm around Minnie's shoulders. "Not to worry, I'll protect ya from this jerk."

Minnie wished she had bought some aspirin with that gauze.