Fingers Crossed [Hiatus]

Fraternal

Do not rush. Love and patience is a package deal.

That's what his mother used to say. From his youth, Ayato has shown his gift in swordsmanship and his father enrolled him to the best dojo in Inazuma and he loved it. Ayato liked it when he win, especially when he did it ruthlessly. The sense of thriving amongst his opponents made him feel like he is born for it. But didn't last long because he had to advance against harder opponents and the onerous duels made him taste defeat for the first time.

The embarrassment put a deep to wound his pride, not to mention the scars and sore muscles. It was too much for the young Ayato when he were not accustomed to physical and emotional pain. He started to ditch some classes and he was lucky that it was his mother who found this out.

Then she taught him of those words, where the proofs of love is not shown by how good he is, but it is shown from how long he could stay. One day, all those sweats will reward him with abilities that he would never thought he could achieve. Her words inspired him. He would start filling the missed classes and he never skips another day since then.

The result? He is damn hard to kill now.

Numerous attempts of assassinations has been foiled and occasionally, he is the one to murder instead of being murdered. He is often scolded by the Tenryou Commission for killing the assassins, but Ayato never put that much care to keep someone alive after they threatened him.

The other result significant result, he is a more patient man. This is still an ongoing process because patience takes time.

"Ayaka, lets have breakfast." he calls from the outside of a sliding door to his sister's room "I asked the chef to cook your favourite Unagi Chazuke and Sweet Shrimp Sushi."

He waited and waited until his hand turns to fists. No answer came from Ayaka.

Ayato never felt this frustrated when he was beaten from the training classes. Dealing with siblings certainly has a different level of patience requirement. He has been calling her for five minutes and she didn't respond him yet. Maybe yes, he has been an overbearing brother, but it was too much for her to treat him like this.

His knuckles almost knocks on her doors but then he could hear her faint steps. Ayato quickly hides his hands behind his back and plasters a warm smile.

Her door slides open and Ayaka appears with her barely awake condition. She rubs her eyes while stifling a yawn "Is there something wrong?"

She took five minutes to wake up? Ayato inhales deeply and renew his patience supplies "I was asking you to have breakfast together."

Ayaka stare at him with her empty look. Her head turns to side, where a desk watch resides in her room then she glanced back to him "It's four in the morning."

Don't we all know that? Ayato sighs while he try to keep his ego down.

"My routines starts early." he frowns when he saw that her red eyes were not because of the early wake up. They were puffy and moist "Ayaka, were you crying?"

She frowns like he does and her arms fall to the sides of her yukata "Huh?"

"Your eyes, they are swollen."

Ayaka finally showed her annoyance. Her hands went to her hips and she knitted her brows "These are the result from lack of sleep. Not because I cried myself until I ran out of tears."

"Oh? And why did you sleep late? I heard you took your dinner early last night." Ayato said with a faint sneer, hoping that she realized how rude it was to leave him having dinner alone. As he expected, she put her arms down and her head bows in guilt. Looks like someone is about to admit their overreacting silent treatment.