Hey! Its Kurasu, I'm alive and well and not dead. I stopped writing Identificados cause I've been busy, but don't worry! One day I'll post it when it's finished. So after reading the "Masquerade" comic, I was definitely in to continue what happened after perhaps. I also have done some fan voice acting as Sombra lately and a buddy of mine introduced me to Somji. I was not really into the ship at first, but its grown on me now, and its my OTP now unfortunately. I then started searching for fanfics of Somji, and of course, to my dismay, there are maybe like five in existence. Just like rare fanart of them.
So uh, here is my stab at doing this. Its kinda awkward, but enjoy the first part of this one-shot. If you guys like it, I'll post the second half of it.
Kurasu
PS This has been unedited, so many mistakes are to be expected. Also I'm debated whether this should be rated T or M. Who knows.
Present Day- Monaco, 2076
After Akande told her to get off the channel, she simply turned off her earpiece discreetly and looked around the bar area of the casino. Ordering a martini, she swished the substance around in her hand, her purple eyes scanning over people. She was oddly familiar to this situation. It was as if yesterday, even it was years ago she was in this situation. A small chuckle escaped her purple lips, as she recalled the memories until someone said,
"And to think we'd never meet again, Cinderella, or should I call you Sombra?"
"I think I prefer being called Cinderella actually." The hacker smoothly replies, turning around in her seat to come face to face with the figure.
How funny it was that even he was here, out of all the people possible.
It was as if time was repeating itself again.
Monaco, November 14th 2064
He was bored.
Always bored, in fact. This wasn't the first time he accompanied his father to another one of his "parties". A certain client of his was to meet with him tonight, and of course what better way to cover up the business than throw a party?
It's not that he complained, but after being to so many parties, it all seemed the same for him. Ladies flirting with him in cocktail dresses, heavy eyeshadow on their eyelids. The smell of smoke and alcohol made him turn away, yet he enjoyed being needed when he was around them.
Unlike his family, who always praised his older brother for his discipline and criticized the younger for his lack of interest in the business.
The boy snuck away as soon as he entered the casino, with all its glittering lights and waves of suits and formal dresses. Right away the typical women, celebrities, socialites, and even new women all followed him, all trying to get his attention. The way they fought for him with their voices barely above a whisper was funny. It was like a silent war went on between them, but finally he turned around, and let them swarm over him as he leaned against a counter, keeping his cool and smirking as they all said wonderful things and complimented "his handsome looks tonight".
Sometimes he wondered what made them swoon over him. Was it because he was rich? Reputation? Or perhaps he was just good looking? Was he the easier option, because everyone knew that Hanzo was a young man with the personality of a sensei, and wasn't interested in romance at all.
The ladies kept chattering, and he tried to keep up with their conversations, but eventually zoned out. They were gossiping about other girls again. As if badmouthing the other would earn them points. In the middle of dozing off and nodding his head to everything they said, he saw a girl that caught his eye.
The first thing that set her apart was the sun-kissed bronze skin, and her bright brown eyes that glazed over everyone. Unlike the other ladies with their terribly done smokey eye, she was simply wearing eyeliner and a brush of purple eyeshadow. Half of her hair was shaved, and the other side was curled nicely. She was exotic, and something was brewing in her eyes. He was easily intrigued, but wondered why she hadn't noticed him yet. I mean, he was surrounded by at least twenty women, how could she not?Finally one of the girls snapped him out of it and yelled "Hey! Aren't you paying attention?".
"Oh, my apologies Maki." He said Cooley, wrapping an arm around her as if to console her. The girl crossed her arms and sighed loudly, before continuing to talk to the others. In less than a minute he was already searching with his eyes for the other girl, who now disappeared. Right away he was internally panicking, wondering where she went until he saw her again, with her deep purple dress that accentuated her curves and slender body, heading toward the big white doors with brass trim.
She was going into the ballroom, where also his father was. Pulling his arm away, and without saying anything, he starting walking away from his harem of ladies and pushed through the crowd. He had to talk to her, get her to swoon for him, like how every other girl does. But she was mysterious, and didn't even register him as a person. Yet. When the boy was at the white door, she was standing by it, her long, jewel-encrusted purple nails pressed against her ear as she was talking in hushed tones in a language he couldn't comprehend. Was it Spanish perhaps? He kept staring at her, until she looked behind and right away caught him. At first her expression was surprised, her eyes widening like a kitten, her lips slightly parted, before she then smirked at him with smothering cat-like eyes and closed the large door behind her smoothly.
Walking up to the door, he took a breath then opened it, and the first thing he noticed was the sudden change of music. In the casino, the current trendy music blared loudly, but in the ballroom, all of a sudden the sounds of a finely tuned orchestra played, and he made it just when they ended. A quiet clap echoed in the grand room, to applaud the orchestra when-
"You know, you missed the best part of the whole symphony."
He turned around, and met eye to eye with the exotic girl. Damn, she was so beautiful, never had he seen a lady like her before.
"Maybe because I was so invested in our short game of tag." She raised a brow, that same mischievous smirk returning to her face. She faces the orchestra again, taking a glass of champagne from a servant passing by.
"I take it I am not the first girl you've tried to get." She murmured, then takes a sip of her champagne.
"But you're the first person that hasn't bored me at these parties."
"Ah, Sparrow, you Casanova." She chuckled quietly, now turning back to face him again. "Don't think I am so easy to get."
His eyes widen when she says his nickname, and she mock pouts.
"What? You thought I was like one of those other girls, Genji? Well I'll tell you one thing, at least I have a brain."
"How did you know-"
"... I just know." She replied with a cool undertone to her voice. Another servant passed by with more champagne, and she raises a brow, and he nods, as she hands him a small glass of it.
"How about we toast?"
"Toast to what?"
"To being associated with some shitty business."
"I can toast to that." He chuckles quietly, and they klink glasses. She leans against the wall, drinking all the champagne in her glass til it's empty.
"So since you obviously know me, what's your name?" He asked. Midway through her drink, her eyes widen like a kitten again, and she quickly gulps, replying "That's information I can't give out."
"Ah I see. Shall I call you Cinderella then?"
"And why would you call me that? Does that mean I shall call you Prince Charming?"
"No, you don't have to." He chuckles. "But you seem in a hurry. Does your stepmother not want you here?"
"Well let's say in my version of Cinderella, my stepmother is more like a group of Stepmothers. I'll probably be gone at midnight too."
"Plan on leaving a glass slipper behind?"
"Not a chance."
The orchestra starts up again, and people start coming to the dance floor, waltzing. Though Genji wasn't always a fan of western dance, he knew how to do it proficiently enough to at least lead. Cinderella stares at the crowd, but the dancers aren't who she's looking at. She's staring at the man on the other side of the room, a well-built Asian man in his mid-50s, leaning toward another man, and they talked in hushed tones. Now if this was the Palace, and Genji was the Prince, then that made this man the King, and the other man across from the King would be one of her many stepmothers.
"Shall we dance?" He held out his hand.
"I can't." She pursed her lips, still looking in the same direction.
"Why?"
"I'm-I'm just not a good dancer, Sparrow." She lied, but nevertheless, he took her free hand and held it gently as he rose it to his lips before she pulled back her hand, seeing that one of her "Stepmothers" saw her in the crowd. She knew that now she would probably be forced to dance, if she wanted to disappear into the crowd again.
"So dance you said?"
"Thought you said you couldn't-"
"I was just testing you, hombre." She smirked, pretending as if she planned it all along. "Wanted to see your reaction."
"Ah," although Genji was confused, he went along with it, as they walked into the flock of many dancers and started shuffling their feet to the music. One hand was on her waist, the other holding her delicate hand as he leaded the waltz. Everytime he looked away, she looked quickly at her target, then looked at him, studying his features. His cheekbones were perfectly chiseled, with no ugly blemish found on his face. What she liked the best was smile, the way his eyes glittered when he gave a small smile. Finally after a few awkward minutes of just dancing, he caught her looking the other way. And he knew exactly who she was looking at.
"You're here more than just to have fun no?"
"So, you weren't a heroine like Cinderella after all these years. Why do you keep living this life?"
"I had to," her voice lowers. "I have a reason behind all this, if only you'd understand Sparrow."
"You still can change."
"Can I though?" She chuckled quietly. "You've changed. What happened to your flirtatious self?"
"Im past that. What's happened with you, with those... implants?" Now it was his turn to lower his voice. Both of them were now part machine at this point, oddly enough, as they remembered the times they were fully human.
"Mierda happened. You?-Oh wait I don't need to ask that, the Databases told me everything." She says in a cocky tone as she slips off the bar stool and heads out to the balcony to get fresh air. She always dreamed to see him again, but not in this circumstance. He wasn't the young, handsome flirt anymore. Now, Sparrow was a serious cyborg ninja who says very little and was a killing machine. Part of her liked the new him, but she also was reminiscent of the past.
"You know why I'm here."
"To kill me right?" She turns around, leaning against the railing. "You know it'll be hard to get me."
"Do you plan on running away from me again?" His voice lowers, as he approaches her slowly, closing the gap between them, and she leans farther back onto the rail.
"Depends on if you are actually going to kill me or not. Are going to follow orders this time around?"
"I wasn't always the type to obey all rules and orders." He replies, smirking behind his mask.
"That man over there with your father?" They both side-eyed the table on the other side of the ballroom. "He's crooked, and I don't think he plans on doing more than just make a few drug and weapon deals. I'm gonna get rid of him."
"How so?" He chuckles quietly and she then looks at him sternly before smirking. "Don't underestimate what I can do. Care to join me though?"
"What, to assassinate a man?"
"No, no, cariño, it doesn't go like that. I hate killing. We just need to cut that deal off. The benefit for you is that your old man will still be alive." They talk in hushed tones as they waltz a little more before the man sees the Latina on the dance floor waltzing with Genji. She notices who's staring and let's go of him, then takes his hand. Her honey brown eyes are filled with concern and they flee the room. Genji's father looks back at the man, noticing who he's staring at, and sees Genji walking out of the ballroom with her.
"You know her by any chance?" He asks the man.
The man gets out of his daze and simply says "Yes, and she is a menace. If I were you, I'd make sure you get your boy away from her."
"You know what's funny? The fact we are reminiscing instead of trying to kill each other." She laughs. "It's rare that we can share these moments. I'm sorry about what happened to your father however."
"Thank you, but he made his own path, which led to his death."
"We were young then, but I still wish I could've helped more."
"Just leave Talon and come with us, to Overwatch."
"Now that, mi príncipe verde, I'd never do." She says, looking up at the clear night sky as she leaned against the balcony rail "Remember the last time we met, it was a full moon too?"
"Ah yes, I do. We got to stop meeting during full moons."
"I don't know," the hacker nods her head softly "It's kinda romantic, like those cheesy movies..."
They both then laugh, and she grins at him, even if his face was now covered by a mask, she imagined seeing him smiling that charming smile that he smiled when they were younger.
"He saw me. Well he saw us." Cinderella said in between breaths, leaning against a wall as people passed by in the other hallway. "We got to do something."
"I'm afraid we can't. He's going to take the deal, no matter what. You think you can convince a drug lord to not accept another criminal's deal?"
"Look do you want him dead or not?" She whisper-yelled at him, now giving him that stern face again.
"... I don't." He replied.
"Then you are going to trust me on this. Where are the hotel rooms here?" She says.
"Third floor. Why?"
She smirks and says "You'll see." as she grabs his hand and whispers in his ear "Do you have a room?"
"Yea, actually my father rented the whole place-"
"Perfect." He presses the button on the elevator and it opens before him, showing other couples in the elevator. One couple was an omnic lady with her human lover, and they were making out viciously on the elevator. Cinderella and Sparrow knew where that was going. Another couple that consisted of two males were whispering between one another, and the smell of smoke was eminent from their clothes. The pair looked at each other uncomfortably before bursting into a fit of giggles, as finally the door open to their level. They exited the elevator and starting walking at a brisk pace to Genji's room. Once they got there, he placed his hand on the door and it automatically opened. In it was a large room with two beds, one in green, the other in blue. Sparrow closed the door behind them quickly, as Cinderella knew what to do.
"Okay, so I'm gonna need you to... hm. Just wait by your bed for a bit."
"Oh okay." He smirked, walking over to the bed, starting to take off his suit, then his tie...
Meanwhile, she was in the bathroom, pulling out the emergency first aid kit, and started taking out the wrap cloth, and some gauze wraps. When she walked out, she sighed angrily.
"Pendejo, we aren't doing that! Put your shirt back on now!"
He sighed, buttoning up his shirt, until she took his hands off the buttons and she did it herself, save the first two buttons left undone.
"Alright now sit against the bedpost." He obeyed what she said, but he could see that between her barking orders she was checking him out, and a slight blush was splashed across her bronze cheeks as she then straddled him and sat on his lap, now her well-formed legs exposed as she leaned in to tie his tie back on sloppily. Genji took pleasure in the current situation they were in, hoping it would get to more than what she planned. The way her chest area was so close, and the warmth she radiated as she was doing whatever she was doing. Cinderella wasn't paying attention at all to seeing his expression, instead just tying up his hands with some wrap cloth, then cut it with her teeth.
"Hold still, and just relájate, nothing's going to happen to you..." she muttered under her breath. "Okay now open your mouth, I'm gonna have to put a gag on you."
He opened his mouth and she tied more of that wrap cloth and stuffed his moth with gauze.
Now he understood what was going to happen, and he wasn't going to get lucky as usual.
She studied him for a little bit, checking to make sure it looked as convincing as possible that he got captured or kidnapped, when she suddenly slapped him.
And then slapped him again.
And again.
Sparrow winced, trying to say something through the gag, but it all sounded like incoherent yelling to her. She then finally got off of him and smirked.
"There. Now you look like you got beat up." Raising the slit of her dress, she revealed a garter were a little phone was attached to it. Pulling it out, she then lowered the dress again, smoothed it out before she raised the camera and said "Smile!", taking photos of poor Sparrow.
"Great, great. You're really good at modeling mi Príncipe verde, just give me one second."
Now hacking into the casino servers only using a phone, all of a sudden all the lights shut down, including the room they were in. Using her light on the phone, she took off the gag and untied him quickly, then grabbed him by the arm.
"Okay we need to get out of here."
"You are one crazy girl." He said half-irritated, yet still aroused from the earlier situation.
"What? Does it scare you?"
"No, it absolutely fascinates me."
"Mmm, tú y sus complementos. You really don't stop-!" Her voice suddenly was cut off when she heard the sounding of other footsteps, and flashlights swirling around the hallway.
"Kuso..." he peeked from the wall they were hiding behind and quickly hid his face again. "Those are my dad's bodyguards. They're after us."
"No dip, I mean, I'm not supposed to be here, which means-"
"That man saw you at the ball, and now they're after you."
"Ah, so you do have a brain, Principe." She mused, turning the lights back on.
"Let's turn here." He said in a hushed tone, pulling her inside by the waist. She gasped quietly at the sudden action, as she was pulled in and he quickly locked the door behind them. Another door was on the other side of the room, from what she could make out within the darkness. They still were against each other however, and the two noticed how close they could each other breathing, the way his hand still latched onto the side of her waist. Her arms now wrapped around his neck, as he pushed her against the wall.
They could kiss right now, so close, but they didn't, and she let go of him, and he went to open the next door quietly.
