Miracle Box - an MLB rewrite

Book 2 - A Game of Exploding Mice

A/N Updating this at 1am cause I can't sleep and I have nothing better to do...

"Master–"

"Silence, Nooroo!"

Gabriel was beyond furious. He'd just summoned Natalie, instructing her to fetch Dusuu for him. And in the meantime, he was on the verge of tearing his entire office space apart. Nooroo was trying to shrink away on Gabriel's desk, attempting to go unnoticed. Nothing was taming his master's anger, so all he could do was just sit there, waiting for whatever horror he was going to enact on Dusuu when he arrived.

"I have Mr. Dion, Gabriel," came Natalie's voice as the office doors opened.

"I need to speak to both of you," Gabriel said, unfurrowing his brows and halting his pacing. Natalie instantly dropped her act, shutting the doors behind her and Dusuu. Dusuu's human disguise instantly washed away, which seemed to anger Gabriel even more.

"Dusuu, if anyone sees you like this– Well, I can't keep making up excuses for you!"

"Retaining a human form by myself is exhausting," Dusuu countered, "it would be at least a little easier if you allowed Nooroo to help."

"I don't care! You are– YOU ARE INFURIATING!" Gabriel fumed, grabbing a random plastic folder off his desk and throwing it against a nearby wall.

"Settle down, Gabriel," Natalie cooed at him, earning a sharp, angered glare from him in response.

"Your design failed me!"

"Which one? I thought that the turtleneck was quite stunning and would allow that dress to stand out for your fall collection," Dusuu replied, purposely pretending to misunderstand Gabriel.

"YOU KNOW THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" Gabriel roared, then lowered his voice, "the akuma," he said through gritted teeth.

"Which one? There's so many," Dusuu said, acting unamused. It was clear he was relishing in Gabriel's angry performance.

"I'm scrapping all of the designs you made," Gabriel jabbed. It was completely ineffective against Dusuu.

"Oh, oh no, that's terrible," Dusuu said with a flat tone.

"Your designs have been useless to me."

"I create monsters, not villains," Dusuu said. Gabriel's eyes lit up and for a moment, Dusuu actually looked afraid.

"Alright then. How would you make a monster to defeat Ladybug and Chat Noir?"

"I'd give it no hands," Dusuu replied. Enraged by his response, Gabriel grabbed the hardcover art book proof copy of his own authorship and hurled it at Dusuu's head. Dusuu didn't react quick enough and it hit him square on the nose. He staggered back. Kwamis didn't easily take damage, so he wasn't hurt by this. But still, it pissed him off. It pissed Nooroo off even more.

"Master!" Nooroo, only about the size of a small hand, flew in front of Gabriel's face. He shouted some angry choice words then zipped over to Dusuu, checking his face for any blemishes. Dusuu regained himself and cupped Nooroo in his hand.

"Oh come on Gabriel, you knew I was playing with you," Dusuu glowered, "it was Riposte, right? You waited to find the perfect victim who could wield a sword and you didn't think twice, did you? It's ridiculous you're blaming me for that."

"They were perfect," Gabriel said darkly, "they were better than Ladybug and Chat Noir, they won that fight!"

"You must have been captivated by my idea of melding the swords to the hands so that the akuma couldn't be disarmed, then. So captivated, you didn't see the ever so obvious flaw I intentionally gave it," Dusuu said, "right after you did the same thing for Troublemaker too. You're so gullible."