Gonna Win Something {Minnie}

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He wasn't going to stop until she let go. Touche. Though it sounded so very childlike in Minnie's ears that she nearly smiled. Had it not been for the hurt she still was sure she heard through his stubborn retort, she might have. Instead salt rivers still stained her cheeks and she pressed her lips firmly together in hopes of holding her resolve despite the aching her sides endured through his squirming. She made no effort to respond to his words except that she didn't let go as he had insisted she do so. Maybe he'd get tired eventually, or else she'd have to let go for now and try again soon. She new better than to think hugs solved everything always, but the little girl got the feeling that this boy didn't often receive hugs. This was another things she would have to remedy. Then Laharl shouted again and, this time, Minnie was quick to offer a few words back with a level of intensity that mirrored his own.

What does that have to do with anything!? She insisted. A demon?! What did that matter? Minnie had met a few demons back home who were perfectly harmless. Was this fact meant to spook her? Who had told him that being a demon made you a bad person? You can't usually change what you are, but you can always change who you are. Some people just needed a little help to get shoved in the right direction. It's not this boys fault that he wound up so angry and rude, obviously no one had told him he could be better! He deserved to be told that he was worth someones time, that he was worth helping, that he was worthy of love. That what it all came down too. This poor thing hadn't been given enough love in his life. Minnie may realize that she wasn't an excellent authority on all kinds of love, but she could certainly try to....tickle who now?!

Uh oh, he'd noticed her weakness! She was certainly foiled now! N-! she started, turning her head slightly in his direction. That was all she managed before his fingers began to poke at her sides and a wave of giggles forced it's way through her lips. She began to cry for a new reason now, her laughter causing new tears to wet her face. The effort hurt her lungs, but not bad enough to keep a smile off her face. She pulled away to grab at his hands with her free hand. S-stop! she gasped through her bubbly giggles. Before he could run or go fir the tickets, however, Minnie gave up on trying to pull his hands away and took up trying to tickles him back instead. She squirmed about to avoid his hands all while using her own to poke at his stomach and ribs and armpits, chin, anywhere she though she might coax out a chuckle or two. Two could play at this game.

[Laharl Krichevskoy]

[dood, seriously, have you seen Disgaea? You're hitting on most of its themes here. It's uncanny.]

What was with this girl? The constant hugging, all the lovey, dovey crap. It was like Flonne all over. Except this girl didn't have the excuse of being some Love Freak angel. At least, Laharl didn't think this girl was an angel. if she was, that would certainly explain a few things. Like that burning sensation he was feeling in his chest about now. Or the uncanny way she'd managed to make him  cry with her killer hug attack. Killer hug attack; that gave it away right there. Who else did that save for angels?

"It means I'm a demon!" Laharl shouted back, his fingers skittering. "I'm rude, nasty, backstabbing, and evil! It's what we do! It's our nature!"

Though, technically, Laharl was now even more human than he had been back home. Then, he'd only been half-human, whereas here, he was whole human. Laharl only saw that as more reason than ever to attack and behave in the most demonic fashion possible. Why else do the kidnapping and the picking on people and the generally being a pest? (Besides the fact that all that was just part of Laharl's personality. He could sooner learn to fly than learn to stop being all that. Plus, he'd be boring, and where's the fun in that?)

At least it seemed that his tickling attack was giving him results. Laharl could feel the girl weakening, her grip on him slipping. Her hands unwound form around him, only to snatch at his fingers. Laharl still managed to twitch his fingers, wanting to get them free if at all possible too. Just as he thought he might be able to make a grab, Minnie launched into an assault of her own. Laharl let out a sharp cry at the first poke, not quite realizing what she was doing till the next few attempts. After the first few tries, he barked out a laugh, and not for the reason Minnie was likely hoping for.

"You foolish human! I've been put under intense tortures for centuries! I'm not goi--goin--going to-to-to wha---ahaha!" unfortunately for Laharl, he was in that human body, which wasn't nearly as prepared for the onslaught that befell it. As Minnie's hands hit Laharl's armpits, he felt that squiggling sensation. He clamped his arms together to try and protect while still attacking, which basically gave him the appearance of a t-rex that had fallen sideways onto the pavement and started gyrating madly.

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Though the tickling was wildly distracting, Minnie's mind kept returning to his words about demons and their nature. The universe had told him that he must be a demon and act like a demon, that was his lot in life, was that it? Just because he was drawn a certain way doesn't mean he had to be like that all the time! Minnie was saddened to think of all the cartoons she had seen continuously playing their role outside of shows and pictures. Just because a villain is drawn to be a villain doesn't mean they have to go around attacking people and stealing their tickets. They were all actors in Minnie's mind and, once you came to terms with that, your life was bound to be a whole lot happier. Not that Minnie's life was without problems, but thats another story for another time when she wasn't struggle for breath between boughs of laughter.

The little girl focused her tickling fingers on his armpits until he clamped them down. She then went for under his chin and eventually retreated back to his sides, positively pink that she had spurn some giggles from the troubled boy. It was good for you to laugh and Minnie could only imagine how seldom this angry little boy ever laughed out of genuine happiness. She supposed tickling was a bit of forced happiness, but that was better than nothing.

The tickets that remained in a crumpled mess in her right hand were becoming a problem as they hindered the amount of fingers she could use on the hand for both advancements and defense. With a bit of thought and several attempts to control his dinosaur arms, Minnie managed a huff and a look of utter distain between giggles and promptly shoved the tickets down the front of her shirt. Alright he was not very lady like, but desperate times... She couldn't give them back to Laharl no matter how bad she felt for him. He needed to learn a lesson or two and find better ways to bring himself joy. She certainly couldn't hope to keep the tickling up with a hindered hand, so really this was the only option she could think of. With that out of the way she realized that, between her blurred vision and throbbing sides, she needed a break from this friendly war. Doing her best to control herself she grabbed at his flailing arms by the wrists and hoped to hold fast. Breathing heavily, she forced herself to think of words to both distract and comfort him. Going back to his demon speech she thought up an reply.

So I'm a mouse! she said, breathlessly. She then glanced down and hesitated for a moment. Oh...well... I used to be.. she cleared her throat and put on a serious face before pushing forward. Does that mean I should run around chasing cheese? She said, giving her foot a little stomp in defiance. I don't think you're bad she said, softening. I think you think you have to be.

[Laharl Krichevskoy]

This girl was simply genius at tickling, obviously some arcane master of the art. She'd clearly studied under a master sage of tickling. All Laharl had done was master some of the basics, what was required for the younger demons and little more. He had always been more interested in the lazier parts of the whole Overlord/demon process. Which was why his will was collapsing and he was mostly laughing, nearly laughing enough to hurt.

Somehow, he barely made out her words. They leaked through the intense tickling and his own raucous laughter to buzz in his ears. "You should be eating cheese!" he yelled back, moving to try and flail once more. "Or running from cats! Or sque-sque--" Laharl's resolve again melted behind laughter. He knew that he couldn't quite gain the upper hand as things were, and he was determined to try and flail. Yet as he moved, he found that she'd grasped his hands at the wrists. She wasn't strong, but Laharl was still winded from all the laughing. Apparently, while he'd been protesting, she'd been pinning him to the ground. Clever girl.

There was a stomp, one that Laharl noticed as he glared up at Minnie. "I'm a demon!" he repeated, nearly spitting the words. "The Demon Overlord! I'm evil to my very core! I definitely don't want to have anything to do with your stupid love or stupid ideas or whatever," he tried to wiggle back, desperate to get out from her grasp. "Just keep the stupid tickets. If that what it takes to shut you up, then I'm fine with it."

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Hm he was getting awfully worked up. Even though she had ceased tickling him and retrained him once more to the ground, his tantrum seemed to be on a spiral upward despite her efforts. She'd seen behind his determined evil facade, even if it was just a few brief glimpses, she'd seen it. Beyond his harsh words and physical attempts to break free she saw a hurt child without a mother and without friends. She'd met more than a few people in her travels who seemed to think life was simply easier if you pushed everyone away. If you are always on the offense, no one ever has a chance of hurting you again. The problem with that, Minnie had found, was that suddenly you were your own worst enemy. No one could ever hurt you as much as you could hurt yourself. This boy may make grand claims about his status and such, but she was willing to bet he didn't think quite so highly of himself. Under her recent resolve it was her job to fix this. He could get better, he would get better. In the meantime, however, she needed to calm him down.

All attempts up until this point to get him to listen had failed, but she always had a plan should all else fail. Something that always seemed to shut boys brains down long enough to trick them into really hearing what she had to say. It worked on Donald when he got too worked up and it was almost always certain to get Mickey's attention. This boy needed help. Desperate times called for desperate measures, though Minnie had once thought it harmless, many occasions had proved otherwise. Still, he was flailing and shouting so violently....there was only one thing for it.

Minnie leaned down from her position over him and planted a kiss on his cheek. It wasn't meant to be romantic, no, she'd already sort of claimed him as her son, but it was certainly loving. If she couldn't physically or verbally win him over, she better give love a try. She could tell he needed love most of all.

[Laharl Krichevskoy]

{not helping my Minnie x Laharl shipping}

For a few moments there, Laharl totally thought he'd won. The girl seemed to have shut up, and that was definitely a victory. Sure, he didn't have the tickets, but that was more of an afterthought now. Of far more import was proving how much of a demon he was. He'd stolen things that weren't his (technically found), fought valiantly against a do-gooder (technically a tickle fight), and he'd rebuffed her attempts at declare love and joy. This was definitely a win, and that was totally what Laharl was going to say if anyone asked.

Then Minne launched her ultimate attack. Laharl should totally have seen it coming; she'd practically telegraphed her move. The young demon was more used to hugs and such though; Flonne would never stoop so low as to... as to actually kiss him. The moment those lips touched Laharl's cheek, he felt that uneasy warmth spread through him. It was almost like that little brush of the lips directly transferred the love and affection straight to his core. Acceptance, kindness, caring, it all spread throughout that little gesture, seeping into Laharl to settle deep...

and it burned.

The boy howled, clawing at his cheek as though Minnie had set him aflame. he dropped to the street, flailing about. His legs kicked, moving him in ill-defined circles. He spat words that were mostly nonsense syllables, peppered with cries of "no" and "love freak" and insults that wouldn't have been out of place on an elementary school playground. That wasn't the worst of it though. The worst part was that Laharl couldn't seem to claw or spit it out, no matter how much venom he spewed or how much he tried.