The Art of Fusion
Leon sat cross-legged in the middle of his dimly lit room, his brows furrowed in intense concentration. A single candle flickered beside him, casting long shadows on his face. With his narrowed eyes, a slightly crooked grin, and his hood draped low over his head, Leon looked less like an innocent 12-year-old experimenting with magic and more like a nefarious villain from a cheap mystery novel.
In front of him sat his subject of choice—a small, trembling gray cat with wide, terrified eyes. Its tail twitched nervously, and it tried to edge away, but Leon's outstretched hands blocked its escape.
“Don’t be scared,” Leon whispered in a low, gravelly tone, trying to be reassuring. “This will… probably be fine.”
To the cat, however, his words sounded like a devilish chant. Its fur bristled as it tried to back away, but Leon gently nudged it closer with a book.
“Trust me,” he said again, his grin widening. To the cat, it looked like the grin of a madman.
Leon raised his hands, ready to channel his fusion magic. He had this brilliant idea—maybe if he combined the cat’s natural agility with some enchanted fabric, he could create the ultimate stealth companion! He focused, energy swirling in his hands—
BAM!
The door to his room exploded inward with a deafening crash.
“LEON!” shouted a chorus of voices.
Startled, Leon’s magic surged uncontrollably. The glowing energy veered off course, missed the cat entirely, and hit the pile of uniforms scattered near his bed. In an instant, there was a brilliant flash of light, a puff of ominous black smoke, and a strange sizzling sound.
As the smoke cleared, Leon’s friends—Aiden, Samual, and Felix—stood frozen in the doorway, coughing and waving the smoke away. Their eyes adjusted to the scene: a very guilty-looking Leon, a terrified cat darting under the bed, and the unmistakable sight of a bright red bikini hanging off the edge of Leon’s desk, glimmering faintly with leftover magical energy.
“What… the… hell?” Aiden muttered, his gaze darting between Leon and the bikini.
Samual blinked, then smirked. “Leon,” he said slowly, his tone dripping with mockery, “I didn’t know you had… interesting hobbies.”
Felix, the youngest of the group and usually the quietest, pointed at the smoke still curling from the bikini and whispered, “Is that… black magic?”
“Wait, no!” Leon exclaimed, scrambling to his feet. “It’s not what it looks like! I was fusing! The magic just… misfired!”
Samual crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “Oh, sure, Leon. Because the first thing every 12-year-old fuses is a bikini. Totally normal.”
Aiden leaned against the doorframe, pretending to look thoughtful. “It must be black magic,” he said with a mock-serious tone. “How else could a loser like Leon accidentally summon a bikini?”
