A/N: Wowie! Has it been a while or has it been a while? I'm back and I'm here with new fandoms!
To put it shortly, I completely lost my motivation for writing. Had some family issues that I am still struggling with, and I am a awful writer but I'M TRYING -determined face-
Welp, without further ado, let's get started!
Another blasted day of sifting through incoming shipments in the Warehouse would surely drive Hanzo insane. He waved his hand in approval to a question from one his men that he didn't quite hear, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose in irritation. The men looked at each other for a moment, then shrugged, deciding it wouldn't be them who was in trouble if something went wrong.
He had been here for weeks, his father had ordered him on this demeaning and mundane task after a failed business trade with the Okozaka clan. As soon as the Okozaka's opened fire upon Hanzo and his men he knew the failure would undoubtedly be blamed on him, his father was not one for reason, preferring to take his anger out on whatever he deemed suitable. This way of thinking made him a force to be reckoned with, but those serving him were constantly ducking and running for cover when the older man lost his temper.
He shook his raven ponytail off of his shoulder, glancing at the tattoo on his arm causing a scowl to form on his face. Hanzo never asked for the responsibility of these damned creatures, he never asked to be born first and forced into carrying the responsibility of becoming the next Shimada clan leader. He shook his head of the angry thoughts, grousing about it would do no good.
He had abandoned his former orange and white outfit in favor of a blue and black kyudo-gi. Feeling more comfortable and flexible with the left half of his body free to move without the constraint of his previous armor. Showing off his tattoo for all of Hanamura to see, it was threatening, warding off any interaction with any of the local populace, but he supposed that was mostly due to his family name.
"Master Hanzo."
Hanzo pulled himself out of his thoughts, turning to face one of his men who bowed deeply and Hanzo realized could never remember their names. "Yes?"
The man straightened to his full height. "We have just received an rather... Unusual shipment from the Okozaka Clan. They claim this is an apology for their impudence."
The young Shimada raised an eyebrow at this. The Okozaka's apologizing? This was most definitely a trap, one did not carelessly attack the Shimada's and expect a flimsy apology laden with material riches to smooth over their indiscretion. "Bring it to me."
The man nodded, bowing again and hurrying off to bring whatever it was that the Okozaka's believed could return them to his father's good graces.
Hanzo only waited a few moments before five or so men rolled in a very large crate. Hanzo stood before it with his arms crossed over his chest, looking the wooden box over. He noticed a note nailed to the front and ripped it down. In Japanese characters it read 'Do not release her unless you wish total destruction.'
He raised a brow at the foreboding note, his curiosity piqued. He returned his gaze to the container. "Open it."
His men made quick work of the crate, using pry bars to dismantle it.
Hanzo stood, mouth agape. There was a tank, a cylindrical tank with the front a pane of glass to see inside. A girl was suspended in the liquid with tubes attached to her body and chains around her wrists and ankles, her eyes were closed and she had no air mask, Hanzo would have surmised that she were dead if it weren't for the gills fluttering open and closed on either side of her neck.
Closing his mouth he took a step closer to examine her, choosing to ignore the impossible presence of gills. Thankful the Okozaka's had the presence of mind to at least cover her chest and waist, but it did not conceal her hourglass figure, however short she may be. He realized with a start that she looked as though she could not be older than twenty, equal to his own age.
He scowled, what was a girl such as this doing in dealing with the Okozaka Clan? True, the Shimada were not much better in comparison; but the Okozaka Clan had made their name from their popular brothels, which often catered to its patrons with young girls that could hardly be considered of consenting age.
She had pale white skin, and black hair that floated around her hips, her bangs that appeared to sweep across the left side of her round face covered some of the freckles across her nose and cheeks. He glanced down at her hands and found what he believed to be black claws, he shrugged, some were known to grow their nails in order to sharpen, and apply them to hand-to-hand combat, even if the idea that a woman could be a fighter of any sort was preposterous.
Shaking his head he noticed a small necklace floating around her neckline. It was a very small pendant, on a delicate silver chain, but it was beautiful, nonetheless. Two rows of diamonds swooped below a teardrop shaped aquamarine jewel, a rarity of precious gems in Japan. Why any woman would wear such an elegant thing, especially in her apparent situation was beyond Hanzo. Perhaps the Okozaka had meant for the pendant to be their true apology and the girl to be a sort of collateral?
Hanzo scoffed, to even attempt to apologize one would have to offer significantly more in compensation for their treachery than a necklace and some girl.
"Did the Okozaka's leave any other note than the one on the crate?" He directed the question to the man standing to his right without turning his head from the woman in front of him. The henchman gave a negative response and Hanzo growled in frustration.
Well, there was only one way he would find out just what this girl was.
"Ready your weapons." He ordered them. The sound of machine guns being raised and aimed directly at the tank comforted him as he looked over the panel next to the glass, finding the button he was looking for he tapped it delicately and moved to stand in front of the glass patiently.
Nothing happened.
Hanzo's brow furrowed in confusion and irritation. The Okozaka's would be receiving a response very soon. Sending a neighboring Clan a useless pile of rubbish was a grave insult, it showed you cared not for the outcome of the recipient. There were three kinds of gifts in Hanzo's book, a useful one that would benefit the recipient, showing goodwill and hopes for their continued existence. A harmful one that would hinder the recipient, causing damage and declaring war in effort to claim their resources, and a useless one, it cut off all ties, most would assume it to be Neutral but Hanzo knew better. The sender cared not for their destruction or their victory, they would remove themselves completely. Not taking a side was as low as one could sink.
Just has he was about to order his men to discard of the useless trinket, the girl snapped her eyes open, revealing blue orbs with gray weaving in and out like a spider who weaved two colors into her web. She looked down at the man, who returned her gaze with skepticism.
She seemed to be coming to her senses, looking around for a moment, before the chains around her wrists and ankles released. Odd, he noted with a glance at the control panel, he had not initiated the release of her restraints yet.
The girl held the small pendant in her palm, slowly, as she examined the jewel, once she had seemed to realize what she was looking for a malicious smirk formed across her lips. Her gaze switched from the pendant to Hanzo's and he realized with a jolt of fear that the glass was cracking at an alarming rate.
He didn't have time to get out of the way before the blue liquid spilled out.
It most definitely was not water, Hanzo thought with a disgusted feeling worming through his gut. The liquid felt thick and sticky as he was sent tumbling back, he groaned and shook his head, sitting up once he had come to a stop. He scowled, looking at the girl looming over him with a dangerous smirk. "Well, well, look at what I've gotten my hands on. A dragon wielder..."
He voice was smooth, sultry, and it made his skin crawl. She also spoke English instead of Japanese.
"Master Hanzo!" His men were shouting, rushing to help their clan leaders son from where he had fallen a few meters from the tank.
The girl hissed, glancing back to the men scurrying over to them. Hanzo watched with fascination as her gills sank back into her flesh as if they were never there. He glanced up to her face and saw a fang peeking out from her lip as she bared her teeth. Hanzo returned his features to a scowl as she turned back to face him. "Sorry, hot shot, gotta bounce!"
She laughed and brought her legs beneath her in preparation to jump. Hanzo panicked and reached up to grab something as she leaped away, that something ended up being the pendant and he heard a small clinking sound as the chain snapped as well as an angry screech from her.
The pendant in his hand felt warm, and he turned to crouch on one knee, drawing his bow from its place on his back and knocking an arrow into position. The girl landed a few feet away with her heels pressed together and her hands between her knees, she looked at him with pure, seething hatred.
"Give it back!" She cried, standing to her full height but refusing to move an inch. He guessed that she was wary of the guns trained on her as well as his own arrow from the glances she was casting around the room.
"Who are you? Why were you sent to us by the Okozaka's?" He voice was sharp and demanding, he was no longer in the mood for debilitation. He had longed for some form of excitement since he had been assigned to this cursed place.
She merely scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning on the crate next to her; she leveled him with a condescending look. "Name's Kaella, and hell if I know. I went to bed and woke up here." Her responses were short and curt, and Hanzo noticed she had a trace of a southern accent in the way she drawled on with some of her words, he also noticed she didn't bother speaking Japanese, which didn't surprise him considering she wasn't from Hanamura, judging from her accent.
Though, he was confused as to why she would so easily give up the information without a fight, but he didn't ask her directly, she was outnumbered and had no weapons to speak of.
"Anyways, lovely meeting with you boys. But, y'see, this is all one big misunderstanding." She straightened, taking a step forward and holding her hands up in innocence, earning a growled warning from one of the men and Hanzo's arrow to land directly in front of her foot.
She groaned, letting her hands drop to place one on her hip then leaned her head back slightly and to the side so she could glare at the man who'd spoken. "I suggest you shut that pretty little mouth of yours before you loose your tongue, butch." She hissed, a dangerous lilt to her voice. Why had she sent the threat to the man that had simply spoken instead of the one who nearly shot her foot off with an arrow?
The man who had spoken, although Hanzo did not know his name, was well know for his sarcasm. Hanzo cursed him now and made a mental note to speak with his father later about the man's poor judgement.
The suited man scoffed, a devilish smirk on his lips. He looked her up and down and raised his voice. "Hey, girly. I got something for your pretty little mouth to wrap around!" He made a gyrating motion, earning a few scattered chuckles.
The girl, apparently called Kaella, grinned, it looked contorted and maniacal. "I was so hoping you'd be like that, I've been awful bored as of late!" Hanzo barely saw her bend her knees before she was sailing through the air towards the man that had dared insult her. One foot landing on the gun, causing the rounds to empty into the floor, while the other she placed on his throat and shoved him to the floor. She cackled madly, arms spread out for balance like she was surfing on a coast somewhere.
"Stop!" Hanzo shouted, aiming another arrow at her head. He was just about to let the arrow fly when saw her freeze, and look back at him with a scowl, before stepped off of the man who scrambled to his feet, seething with rage.
"Why you little-" "Enough!" Hanzo cut the infuriated man off and barked and order to step away and keep their mouths shut. The men listened, but not without casting looks of pure rage at the smirking girl. Hanzo her a small clinking sound but thought nothing of it as he adjusted his grip on his bow while moving to stand at his full height.
She put both hands on her hips and stuck her tongue out. Throwing her head back in laughter before returning her gaze back to Hanzo.
She was insane, this creature, was absolutely mentally unstable Hanzo decided. Why exactly hadn't he killed her yet?
Oh, right. Information.
"Girl." He addressed her.
She shot him a look of anger, "My name is-"
"You will remain still until suitable bindings are place upon you." He interrupted, leaving little room for debate.
She sucked air through her teeth before shaking her head, giving up the act of innocence. "Sorry, look y'all are fun and all but I've been looking forward to this day for a long time." There was an underlying threat at the end of her sentence as she took a couple of intimidating steps towards him.
Hanzo decided he'd had enough of her insolent behavior. He let his arrow fly into her shoulder without a second thought, his aim was unmatched after all and he hit his mark. The damage to her shoulder would not be permanent, she would heal in a few weeks with no more than a scar as a reminder.
She howled in pain, dropping to her knees and cradling her arm to her stomach. Tears pooled in her eyes as she looked at the wound in shock, she sniffled, muttering something he couldn't hear before looking at him again, her teeth bared.
Hanzo was taken aback for a moment by the fires blazing in her eyes, if looks could kill, he would be dead a thousand times over. She looked at him as though he had stolen something exceedingly precious from her and he wondered for a moment what she was so infuriated for.
He didn't wonder very long as she stood shaking slightly, which forced his attention to refocus on her and he almost wished he hadn't, she screamed so loud Hanzo swore all of Japan could hear her rage. "You filth! You've taken everything from me! You disgusting, fiendish, impudent little whelp!"
Hanzo barked out an order and his men rushed forward to restrain her. He slung his bow onto his back and ordered for her to be taken to a cell befitting a female prisoner after giving her a change of clothes. Hanzo spared a final glance at the girl before he left to tell his father of what had happened. Her eyes were still locked on him, she was silent but he could see she was seething beneath the surface.
He moved to leave, stopping however, when he felt something beneath his boot. He looked down to discover he had dropped the pendant he yanked from the girls neck. Shrugging he stowed it in his sleeve to show to his father later.
A/N:
YAAAAYYYYYYYY I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE OVERWATCH SOOOOO MUCH.
I really wanted to do a McCree/Hanzo fic, but I can't capture personalities as well as I'd like, so we're settling for an honorable, dignified Hanzo with a sassy, crazy person OC :D
-bows- Thank you for reading, please leave a review!