One afternoon at the Overwatch building, Hanzo Shimada and Gracie Bigfoot were meditating in the empty canyon walk way when Gracie broke out of meditation to glance at Hanzo's tattoos on his left side of his chest.
"Hey, Hanzo?" she asked vigorously as Hanzo didn't break out of the meditation to answer the hybrid girl's questioning when he felt her poking on his back side and started to get annoyed with a mixture of him breaking meditation.
"What is it, Gracie-San?" he finally asked as she sat in front of him and didn't take her gaze off of his dragon tattoo.
"I was just wondering why you had that dragon tattoo on the left side of you chest, Shimada-San?" she asked with curiosity and confusion as Hanzo sighed with impatience of her question of his tattoo.
"This tattoo symbolizes the Shimada clan and it brings honor to my family."
"But why is it there on you skin though?"
"I wanted it there on my pectoral and arm for the honor of my family."
"But-" before the hybrid princess could finish her questioning statement, Hanzo got up and started to say an old Japanese language that she didn't understand at all when a blue dragon spirit came out of nowhere and circled the princess, then disappeared into thin air.
She was amazed at what she had saw and then got up, but before she could open her princess mouth, Hanzo groaned and walked back, passing his own brother who seemed to be confused at what had just happened.
Then they both shrugged their shoulders as if they wanted to brush off what had happened between Hanzo and Gracie.
The End!
(Sorry for this story being so short, but that's what the story title says.)