A "beautiful" Monday.
Sunlight streamed through the window, gently spilling over the face of the man still asleep in bed and casting dappled shadows through his slightly tousled, wavy black hair.
But what made Steven open his eyes wasn't the light. It was the battle of the century raging outside, which had already lasted ten minutes without a winner: a Mount Shu sword immortal versus a Ministry of Magic Auror.
"Evil Eastern wizard, take this: Incendio!"
"Waaah! What foul creature dares show itself? Take my palm strike: Nine-Turn Ice Heart Technique!"
"Despicable! Then don't blame me for using an Unforgivable Curse: Legilimency!"
"Hahaha! A mere Auror dares show off his paltry skills before me? Surrender! Become the sword, unite man and blade! Heed my command! Drunken Immortal Demon-Sealing Art!"
The two "masters" outside had shrill voices that hadn't yet broken, and they made the barely awake man's ears ache.
"Ah! Ah! How could this happen?! My magic actually..."
"Hehehe! A magician's got 'magic' in his name, doesn't he? Of course my demon-sealing art works on him!"
"I've never heard of that! You're cheating! Fight me again if you dare!"
"Pfft, fine! Let's go again!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Back! Back! Back! Reflect!"
God...
The boys' noisy voices reached Steven's ears, making him frown irritably. Fortunately, someone arrived just in time to end the battle.
Wee-woo-wee-woo-
A police siren sounded, drawing closer before stopping. Soon, it was quiet outside again.
At the sight of the police car, the boys' parents appeared from who knew where, grabbed their children by the ears, and dragged them away.
"Oh, thank God."
Steven rubbed his ears and sat up in bed. His lower back let out a teeth-grating series of cracks.
"Oh..." Steven groaned, feeling the pain in his lower back. The rest of his body responded