INTRODUCTION: Welcome to my little profile :) This is my first attempt at fanfiction, just a way to get the random story ideas I get sometimes out of my head. I always had this urge to write after reading such amazing fanfics like Invisible Ties. Although I'm a very heavy procrastinator so this urge didn't have the chance to spring up 2 years later. Please enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters or anything else in this fanfiction. All characters and such are the property of Blizzard. Please don't sue me.
Author note: Thank you LolWurt for the first review, it feels great that someone took the time out of their day to review my first work. Although I feel really stupid now missing a big part of lore with the chipped blue sword in Hanamura . Here's the reworked prologue/Chapter 1. Thank you so much for the pointer, I love you and hate you right now man I feel so embarrassed :x. I might put up the old chapter 1 later, I'm not sure yet as I feel this part is a great improvement.
"I have nowhere to run, blood gushes out of the slash on my chest. At this rate, I'm going to bleed to death before Hanzo even finds me."
"Damn," I muttered to myself, "Out of all the places to hide it has to be the place that corners me and has a fucking huge climb down if I want to risk escape."
"Not the greatest of position to be in."
Suddenly I hear footsteps around the corner and sense Hanzo's presence.
"Is this the man father raised you to be Genji? Always running away from people and responsibilities?!" he taunted.
I'm waiting around the corner focusing all my senses on his position hoping that my katana will hit.
"I wasn't raised a warrior Hanzo, but a ninja."
I throw several shurikens and a smoke bomb as a decoy. I jump on him hoping to at least land a blow before I die, but my strike is stopped abruptly. Hanzo and I are stuck in a deadlock trying to force the other to give in. I feel my body getting weak from the blood loss, and before I know it I'm on the floor swept down by a low kick from Hanzo. My speed can't even get an advantage on Hanzo's defense. I'm easily pushed away and get a cut on my arm for the trouble.
"Just know that you brought this upon yourself brother."
"Your warrior honor, as well as the elders, can kiss my ass prick"
"Enough with the insults!" Hanzo yelled. "At the very least die like a man."
I unload my worst string of insults to piss him off even more, if I'm going to die I'm going to cause as much pain to that son of a bitch as I can.
I can visibly see Hanzo's face getting more and more furious for every word I speak. I'm kicked away and I think I hear a rib crack. I land near the edge of the balcony and violently throw up.
"I've had enough! It's time to die Genji, and no amount of petty insults is going to change that."
I dash forwards as fast as I can not caring about how much this will strain my wounds, blood gushes out of me like a fountain I throw blood into his eyes as I strike Hanzo on his upper right chest effectively giving him a major wound. At the very least I can die happy now.
"You dare do this in a duel Genji? Where is the honor father taught you?!"
"Never had a thing with honor, all it seems to do is make people into stubborn assholes. You and the elders are a prime example."
"That's the last straw Genji, insulting honor itself nothing can redeem you now!"
I'm on full alert now, something feels off. I try my best to stay standing and assume a defensive stance. I can feel death looming around the corner.
"Ryū ga waga teki o kurau!" shouted Hanzo.
A blue dragon then flew from Hanzo's tattoo and circled around his blade. Hanzo lifted his blade above his shoulder vertically, assuming the in no kamae stance.
"Fuck, when did Hanzo learn to unleash the dragon? No matter how much I practiced and trained I could never get the slightest part of a dragon come out."
"Your time has come," Hanzo said.
"Given enough effort, I have no doubt you could have achieved this too brother," Hanzo said, "But you did nothing with your talent! You shame the Shimada clan with your ways!"
For the first time in this fight, Hanzo takes the initiative and charges in. I retreat further and further until he pushes me against a pillar. I try and low kick him to gain some space, but the blue dragon suddenly extended from his sword and cuts off my foot. I lose my footing and fall on the floor covered in a massive pile of blood.
"Shit, that dragon practically gives Hanzo double the range and lets his sword bend? That's the first time I ever saw anything like that. There's not a single record on a dragon like that."
"Impressed?" Hanzo asked. "There's a reason why we never taught you how to properly use the genetic photon light bending, it requires a clear mind and conscience. Something that you clearly do not have."
I have nothing to say at this point, if I extend this pointless chit-chat any further I'm going to bleed to death before Hanzo even strikes. It's all or nothing at this point. I put both hands on my sword, and throw it with all the strength I have left. I put a shuriken between my teeth, and get up. I pounce on him like an animal. I aim to slit his throat with the shuriken and hope he dodges right.
He never dodged.
"A feint! Shit!"
In an instant, Hanzo cuts off my arm and leg. I fall to the floor dying. As my consciousness slowly fades, I hear Hanzo's final words.
"You do not even deserve a grave."
Those are the final words I hear as I'm kicked off the balcony.