The night was quiet and cold. At three in the morning this was to be expected. Only people who'd be out at this time were the partygoers and drug dealers. If it wasn't because of a certain relative of his, young master Hanzo Shimada would not be out with said people. It wasn't his scene and he would much rather be at home sleeping than out here picking up a very irresponsible younger brother of his. All it took was one phone call and his night was completely ruined. It was bad enough Hanzo came home late from a very tiring and long day, but now he was losing sleep all because of one little phone call from a drunk Genji. While Hanzo was generally a strict person, he admittedly had a soft spot for his brother. Still, they were both grown men. Genji especially needed to start taking responsibility and stop relying on him all the time whenever he decided to get wasted with his friends.

"Friends." Hanzo used that word very lightly when dealing with people. Unlike Genji, Hanzo trusted no one and didn't have time for social engagements. When you carry a name as big as Shimada it was only part of the package to be wary of outsiders.

As his chauffeur drove through the streets, Hanzo noticed the name of the bar just a few blocks down. He told his driver to pull over and the man slowed to double park. Hanzo looked through his tinted windows. There he was leaning against the wall outside the bar. The younger brother of the Shimada clan plastered and barely able to stand on his own. Hanzo unlocked his door and went out to grab his brother before he collapsed.

"Yo!" Genji waved (if you can even call it a wave) upon seeing his brother. "I am sooooo glad you made it." Hanzo sighed hearing the slur in Genji's voice. The strong smell of alcohol did nothing to ease his feelings either.

"Let's get you home." He wanted to yell at him and tell him all the obvious things one would say in this situation, but he knew better than to waste his breath on a drunken fool. "I can't believe I'm losing sleep over this." His chauffeur came out and helped Hanzo lead Genji into the car before they went back inside.

"You know Hanzo, you should take a night off to have drinks with me."

"Unlike you I have other things that demand my attention." He told his chauffeur to start the car and they drove off.

"Oh oooohh, 'other things'~" A chuckle escaped Genji's lips after his failed attempt at mimicking Hanzo.

"Please stop that…."

The ride home wasn't long. What made the night longer than it should have been was getting Genji to his room. He kept stumbling and then threw up in their garden at one point. Hanzo felt sorry for the maid who was stuck cleaning that up. The servants offered to help Hanzo but he declined their offer. He rather not have the servants gossiping about any random mumbling his younger brother might say in his current state. When they made it to his room Hanzo set Genji on his futon and stood there for a moment watching his younger brother shuffle a bit before finally laying still.

Their father passed away recently. A few weeks ago even. And ever since then Genji had been disappearing for hours on end spending his time at the arcades and bars. Few times he'd pick up a woman and crash at her place for a night before continuing his chaotic schedule all over again. He's always been a party lover and a big playboy but since the passing of their father, his habits have been too was a perfect example of that. Hanzo lectured him about his recent behavior few times but Genji wouldn't listen. Or rather, he refused to listen. Out of the two brothers, Genji was always coddled by their father. Hanzo wasn't jealous of it or anything. Thinking on it now, Genji was too...different. He never cared much about the family name and as far as their…"business" goes, Genji wasn't interested in that either. He never wanted to partake in important meetings and never bothered to take things seriously. He was outgoing, caring and...perhaps too good for what their family really stood for. Hanzo on the other hand was more serious and being the eldest, it was expected of him to be at his best no matter what. Growing up wasn't easy for him but he accepted his family name and did what he could to honor it. And now that their father was gone, it was even more important now than ever that Hanzo continue to carry what his father left behind. That being said, he just could not turn a blind eye to Genji's chaotic lifestyle. He had to grow up and face the world just as Hanzo did and help him take the reigns of their vast empire.

But...for now, he'll let Genji sleep it off. Hanzo needed to get back to bed as well. Tomorrow was going to be another long day.

Holy crap why is this sun so freakin' bright? The sun's rays were not kind. Who the hell opened up the curtains? Did someone open the curtains? Wait a minute…. Genji slowly opened his eyes and took the pillow off his head. Took him a moment to register where he was but he realized he was in his room.

"...Home?" He tried to remember how he got here. Let's see… He was with his friends, fight game shenanigans, a bar….oh yeah there was a bar wasn't there. Lot's of sake and women, and karaoke, and sake, and more singing, and more sake….. Oh yeah! Hanzo was there too…...Aw crap, Hanzo. He finally recalled what he did. He didn't want to call up Hanzo but he did. Another drunken mistake added to the list. He may be his older brother but he didn't feel like hearing him bitch and moan about "honor" and "duty" to his family. He had no interest in the family's dealings with Yakuza and other shady things so why should he have to care about it now? Just because their father died didn't mean he was obligated to take over this empire of bloodshed.

'Ugh...I need a shower…'

After freshening up Genji got dressed putting on a casual attire. He was ready to step out the estate again and go about his own business. But he knew he wasn't going to leave that easily. Knowing his brother, he was most likely going to pop up in here any minute to lecture him about things like usual. Best to get out of here before that.

Genji may not have been a fan of the Shimada name most of the time, but there were moments where he was glad he was raised in such a household. Growing up, he and Hanzo were obligated to learn the ninja arts as it was part of their heritage. Though it was pushed more onto Hanzo because he was the oldest, Genji was not too far behind. While he didn't pick up archery like his older brother did, he was more agile and preferred speed over the use of a bow. Getting in and out as quick and quiet as possible was what Genji was best at. While probably not the best use of his skills, they were handy for sneaking in and out of his estate. Being part of the main family branch, having free time for yourself was rare. Which is why Genji made it his point to give himself personal time whenever he had the chance. And with that, he quickly and quietly made his way throughout his large estate making sure not to make his presence known by the servants going about their daily routine. He was just about close to the main garden by the large gate leading out into the streets of Hanamura when…..

"Leaving so soon?" There he was. Hanzo, standing just outside the gates with his arms crossed in his usual conceited demeanor.

"Following me so early in the morning? Father didn't teach you those skills to use on your own brother."

"I don't want to hear that from you. And it is past noon." Felt much earlier than that, Genji thought.

"Well, since you made the effort to catch me, are you going to lecture me again?" At this Hanzo was silent. He did think about that but he knew, at this point, it wouldn't matter if he said anything or not. Genji was still going to do whatever he wanted and Hanzo would only sound like a broken record.

Genji scoffed at the silence and started walking away.

"Do you think father would have liked to see you act this way?"

"Father is dead. Whatever concerns he had with me no longer matters."

"Genji!" His call for him fell on deaf ears as the younger Shimada ran off leaving his older brother frustrated.

"Leaving again." Unaware of his presence, Hanzo turned around to see one of the elders standing behind him in the corridor of the small temple. "And you're going to let him do as he pleases, again."

"I will take care of him."

"And when are you actually going to 'take care of him'? You keep saying that, yet he still chooses to ignore his duty as heir to the Shimada." Hanzo clenched his fists. This was another reason why he hated Genji leaving home. The elders never approved of Genji's lifestyle but now since the former head of the Shimada clan passed on, it was becoming a problem. A big problem. And their father wasn't here anymore to protect him either. There was only so much Hanzo could do to keep their attention away from his younger brother.

"You have my word, I will deal with him. If you'll excuse me…" Hanzo walked passed him and back into his home ignoring the disdainful look the elder gave.

The day transitioned to night and the streets of Hanamura lit up. More people crowded the streets ready to take on the night life. Genji was no exception as he and a group of his friends went out into town for another night of drinks and more nonsense.

The hours had quickly passed by as Genji went on a spending spree bar hopping from place to place. From shots of sake to downing fireballs, to partying with groups of people to picking up women throwing themselves at him, Genji did everything he could to get away from the real world. But little by little, he found himself slowly becoming bored of the party life. Sure, he'd have himself a good time, but he knew it was only a temporary fix. Come the morning after, be it at his estate or in a woman's bedroom, reality would hit him harder than any alcohol he'd consume the night before. He hated the feeling of waking up each day and being reminded that no matter how hard he tried running away, there was no escape. His attempts were in vain and all he was really doing was giving himself a terrible hangover.

"Yo Genji!"A friend of his called. "I'm heading in the bathroom with Aki for a bit. We'll be back."

"Alright." That's when it dawned on Genji. They weren't just going to the bathroom for what it was supposed to be used for, but for another reason Genji wasn't too fond of. He knew some of the people he hung around with were into more than just drinks. But as long as he wasn't dragged along with them he didn't care.

"Aki! Yo Aki!" The person mentioned earlier was passed out hunched over in his seat around the circular table. "Ah shit I think he's gone." The people around Genji laughed and took out their phones to take pictures, posting them on social media no less. Genji on the other hand felt both sorry and not at the same time. On one hand the guy should have been more responsible, but on the other, Genji couldn't help that he was partly at fault as well. After all he knew most, if not all these bars, clubs and anything that had to do with Japan's night life were tied to his family. The drugs, strippers, almost everything in the red light district...it all leads back to the Shimada name.

This was his que to get another drink. And so, Genji got up and went towards the bar as the club became more packed with all kinds of people losing themselves to the music playing under the neon lights. He needed to get away from this group of people for now. Especially Aki.

He sat on one of the stools in front of the bar ready to order. The bartender was currently busy with another customer but he knew who Genji was and made his drink first despite taking another person's request. The bartender set the glass down on the counter in front of Genji.

"Thank you." Genji downed the first wave of gin before setting it back down. His face squinted as he took in the contents but shook it off. A person had taken a seat beside him but Genji paid no mind. It wasn't until the person spoke that he took interest on who was sitting next to him. The voice sounding soothing and..foreign. A woman who stood out from the rest was sitting next to him. Platinum blonde hair kept up in a high ponytail with a few strands covering the right side of her face. The side he was sitting. It wasn't uncommon to see foreigners visiting Japan. Heck, people from various countries have been mingling and living together all over the world for decades now. But there was something about seeing a foreigner -a woman at that- standing out from the people he would normally see on a daily basis. He'd been to this club a few times now but he had never seen her before.

His inner playboy skills started kicking in and he decided to make conversation with her.

"New to Japan?" He switched to English as it was the most universal language in the world.

"Hm?" She turned her head and Genji was met with deep blue eyes and beauty that nearly took his breath away. "Oh, sorry. I'm just so used to hearing people speak to me in Japanese I had almost forgotten what language you were speaking." She let out a light-hearted laugh. "I've been here for a week now but I've only recently decided to come out tonight."

"Wanted to see if this club had anything to offer?"

"Heh, you could say that." Even as she spoke English, Genji could still hear an accent. And not the accent one would typically hear from an American.

"Mind if I ask your name?" Genji asked before realizing he didn't mention his yet. "Oh sorry. My name is Genji."

"I'm Angela. It's nice to meet you." Angela, he mentally repeated. It was somehow fitting.

"So, Angela, what brings you to Japan?"

"I'm here on vacation. But to be honest, I don't know what to do now that I have free time. I should tour around this place but…" Instead of finishing her sentence she grabbed her drink and took a shot. Genji had done the same. The two had engaged in small talk for a bit until one of his friends stopped by taking interest in the woman Genji was associating with.

"Woah nice pick!" He casually said in front of her in their native language. Genji had hoped she didn't understand him but considering she was here by herself (to his knowledge) she had to have known a bit of Japanese. Otherwise traveling around would have been a little difficult. "Yo you gotta give me details tomorrow man! She's fucking hot! I'm jealous." Genji rubbed his temples together in both frustration and embarrassment. Clearly his friend was too mentally gone to remember proper manners.

"Can you just, go?"

"Ah shit sorry dude. Didn't mean to cramp up your style! See ya!" Genji sighed and hoped she didn't catch any of that. Or at the very least not all of it. He gazed over to her and saw her take another shot.

"This stuff really does hit the spot." She set her glass back on the table. "Well I'm going to go now." She tipped the bartender and grabbed her purse. Genji assumed she understood what his friend was saying and now he felt like a jerk.

"I apologize for his behavior."

"For the record, I didn't understand entirely what he said, but I did get the gist of it." She smiled at him as she got up from her seat. "It didn't bother me so don't worry over it." So she says but Genji was still bothered by the whole thing. "Maybe we'll see each other again soon before my vacation ends. Take care of yourself."

"Wait a minute." Genji stopped her before she turned away. "At least let me take you home. It's pretty late and it can be a bit dangerous here at this time." He offered but Angela declined.
"Thanks for the offer, but I'll be alright. My hotel is nearby. Thank you anyway." She said cheerfully before waving and heading out. As she left, Genji couldn't help but stare at her figure and his mind had started leaning towards his lustful side. But then he sighed as the realization kicked in. He wasn't going to tap that tonight. Admittedly, he did think of maybe hooking up with her tonight but as the two spoke with each other he found just having a simple conversation was enough to get his mind off of everything that's been bothering him. Maybe it was the sound of her soothing voice or her blue eyes that were almost mesmerizing. Whatever it was, he appreciated it and was almost saddened when that small moment of peace left him so soon.

Angela arrived safely to her hotel room and shut the door behind her. She turned the light on by the door and slid down against it until she was sitting on the floor. Taking out her phone from her purse she noticed the list of missed calls and texts from her friends. They left her voicemails as well but she wasn't going to check those. It would have been too painful to hear them tell her how much they missed her and the like. She refused to read the texts as well and presumed to delete all of them. She had ignored them this whole time and was only going to continue to do so. She didn't hate them, but she was tired of everyone always checking to see if she was okay or needed help with anything. Granted, traveling to another country just to be alone might have been extreme, but she had her reasons for coming here other then wanting to get away from her friends and family.

A sudden pang went to her chest and she brought her knees together wrapping her arms around them. Her eyes became watery and without holding them back she let her tears fall as memories of a man she once knew swarmed her thoughts.

Author's Note: Just a little something I started writing to get back into fic writing since it's been a while. And since Overwatch has invaded my soul why not start with that.

Not much going on in this chapter so I apologize if it's bland. Reviews are always nice so feel free to tell me what you think and such. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy the rest of your day!