The breeze outside was picking up as Minato walked into his room and gently shut the door.
Of course it had to be locked, for what he was about to practice required it after all. If someone were to walk in during his little practice he was sure they'd have a heart attack and that was something he really didn't want.
As he grabbed the chair in front of his desk and placed it in the middle of the room the blue haired boy couldn't help but let out a small, bitter laugh; when had this habit started anyway? Was it after his parents died or perhaps after he had been through all of those foster homes?
Whatever the case was it was sure to be a habit that wasn't going to stop anytime soon. At the very least the habit did happen to help him with summoning his Persona, and that was always something he needed. Though he almost wanted to chuckle as that thought brought back all the times the team had complimented him on his summoning skills.
"When you practice like this it's sure to increase it." He mumbled quietly to himself as he bend down to pull a box from under his bed.
After making sure that the door was locked again he sat back down and took the item out of the box: a somewhat small gun. Perfect for his task at hand. With a somewhat bitter sweet smile the teen gingerly held the gun with slightly small hands, wiping a smudge off of its silver coating with his left thumb. In a way he supposed the object was somewhat of a security blanket; it always calmed him down after the long and tiring days he had to face and was always sure to fill at least some of the emptiness he felt inside. He'd never quite been sure why though.
After staring at the gun softly for a bit Minato whipped the gun to the side of his head and pulled the trigger, the familiar empty click of the gun filling his ear. This small process went on for a while, sometimes being altered in little ways such as spinning said weapon before pulling the trigger, or even changing the way it was held. This was something that helped him not bore of the practice and was very effective with providing some entertainment for the teen. And hey, it gave him some new moves to show off to everyone later.
And so the blue haired teen sat there with a blank face as he continued with practicing, thinking about the day when he would try it with a bullet in it for once as the breeze ever so slowly came to a halt.
have this short story as my apologies for my inactivity. u ~ u I'm gomen.