A/N: Hey I'm trying my hand at an Overwatch fanfic. Starting with one of my favourite shippings. Hopefully no one is ooc and if they are, I'm sorry. It always happens where I start a new fanfic for a fandom and everything seems odd to me. Hopefully I gradually make them less ooc as the fic goes on. This is just a general test run to see if it's good or not. :U Thanks for reading~
Genji Shimada was a man who never backed down from a challenge. From the weirdest challenge to the most extreme, he'd say yes to the dare and do whatever he could to accomplish it. One time he had been dared to strip down and run around the block. While his friends had laughed expecting him to back out, Genji Shimada, without any hesitation, yanked off his clothes and then proceeded to skip around the block without any shame.
One could only question how he didn't get caught by the police. It helped that he was dared at night when barely anyone was out. It also helped that he was a part of the Shimada clan and no one wanted to put the youngest Shimada in jail, least they suffer from the entire clan's wrath.
Because Genji was never one to back down from a challenge, this led to him getting in numerous amounts of trouble with his father and brother. His father would scold him, but other than that he would leave his son alone. Genji's brother, Hanzo, would be the one to hold onto the matter and nag Genji's ear off till he was satisfied. More often than naught Genji would tune him out till his brother was done ranting.
However on this particular day, something interesting was going to happen. Genji didn't know it, but today he would be dared to do something that would change his future entirely. If it was to be a good or bad thing, it was too soon to tell. The only thing clear was that it would flip Genji's world upside down and possibly change him, maybe for the better.
He was currently hanging outside the local arcade with a few of his friends and his current infatuation hanging off his arm. The girl pressed up against him was fair in face, with short black hair and a slim waist. What really drew in Genji's eye was, to put it bluntly, her voluptuous chest.
Genji was the type of man who enjoyed the pleasures the body had to offer. Just as his taste would change, so would his partners. From man to woman and everything in-between. The few times he had felt adventurous, he had even slept with an Omnic or two. It had been a very delightful surprise when he found out there were quite a few Omnics that had the necessary "parts" to partake in such things. It was an even bigger surprise when his willing partners derived pleasure from intercourse. Suffice to say Genji had just about tried everything.
"Genji, you're so good at Fighters of the Storm!" Asako cooed, pressing her chest up against Genji's arm.
Grinning, Genji chuckled and relished in the attention. "I am the undefeated champion, of course I have to be good!"
She gave him a shy smile, batting her eyelashes at him. "Will you teach me how to play sometime?"
The young Shimada hummed, tapping a finger to his mouth, feigning like he was thinking hard on the matter. "I am a very busy man, but I guess I could teach you a thing or two. Though… My brilliant expertise does come at a price."
"I don't have any money on me, might I pay in some other way?" Asako's voice was just as flirty as Genji's and if that wasn't obvious enough, the way she pushed closer against him was another giveaway that she knew what kind of "payment" Genji was teasing for.
One of his friends, a short fellow with a hooked nose and outrageously dyed orange hair, let out an exaggerated groan. "Get a room if you're gonna do that here."
"No one wants to see that, Genji." Another of his friends snickered, stubbing the cigarette that had been hanging carelessly from his fingers.
"Yeah." The remaining two friends said in unison, one of them giving Genji's shoulder a playful shove.
Genji stuck his tongue out at them in a childish manner, "You guys are just jealous."
Asako giggled, leaning up to kiss Genji on the cheek. "I guess we'll have to talk business some other time? I've got to get ready for class tomorrow. Bye Genji," With a wave over her shoulder and another flutter of her eyelashes, Asako left the five men.
When she was out of sight, Genji pushed off from the wall and stretched. "As much fun as leaning against the wall is, I'm in the mood for some Rikimaru."
"I'm with ya there," The orange-haired man, Jiro, moved with Genji, the other friends falling in step.
With Genji at the lead of their little group and Naoki, a tall man with shoulder-length hair and a penchant for smoking, walking at his side, only a few feet behind him. Naoki had been friends with Genji the longest, having gone to the same school as the popular Shimada. The two of them had a 5 year friendship and, with Genji's 22 birthday approaching, it was soon going to be a 6 year friendship.
As the five made their way towards the more populated part of town, it became apparent that something exciting was going on. A few Omnics rushed past along with one or two humans, some even holding onto their Omnic friends and rushing with them. Genji raised a brow, curious at the excitement. The closer they drew to one of the local parks, the more excited people became. From where they stood at the edge of the park, they could see a cluster of both people and Omnics, the semi-large crowd hiding whatever it was they were gathered around.
"Wonder what that's about…" Jiro mumbled, voicing Genji's confusion.
Naoki made a sound, hitting a fist into the palm of his hand as he remembered something. "I think I know what's going on. I heard something on the news about some monks stopping in Hanamura to do a speech or something."
"Really? Would people really be this excited about some monks and a speech? Especially Omnics?" One of Genji's friends asked, though Genji didn't know who.
He wasn't really paying attention to them, too busy craning his neck trying to catch a glimpse of the supposed "monks".
"That's the thing," Naoki chuckled, wagging a finger. "They're apparently Omnic monks."
At this Genji started paying full attention, stopping to look at Naoki. "What? No way. Omnic monks? That's gotta be a joke."
Despite Hanamura being somewhat accepting of Omnics after the war, there were still some forms of prejudice against Omnics. Genji wasn't really one of the people who had a particular anger towards them, he just never really gave thought that an Omnic could be something like a monk. It was just a very weird concept to him. A monk was someone who was supposedly religious. Did Omnics even have a religion? The few Omnic partners Genji had had never mentioned something about them having a religion. Then again, Genji never did ask much about his partners other than the bare basics.
Naoki nodded his head, placing his hands on his hips and grinning. "I'm not kidding! You know that really old Omnic at the repair center I work at near the arcade?"
"What's his name again? Jin? Juke?" Jiro rubbed his chin, brows furred deep in thought.
Rolling his eyes, Naoki gave him a small shove. "It's June. And anyways, a while back I remember me and him talking about it. Apparently a group of Omnics got together, said fuck it to doing whatever they were made to do, and then hiked up to the tippy top of a mountain in Nepal and started a religion."
At Naoki's words, Genji's friends let out snorts of amusement and obnoxious laughter. A few were even wiping at their eyes as if Naoki just told them the funniest story they've ever heard. Genji raised a brow at their amusement, not really finding anything funny about the matter but not caring enough to kill their fun.
The young Shimada merely shrugged before turning and continuing on his way. "Whatever. It's got nothing to do with me, so why bother? Not like we'll be going to any of their speeches."
"Got that right! Can you imagine how boring that'd be? What'd they even talk about?" Jiro guffawed, "Oil or some shit? Maybe about gears and how they're important to living things!"
Genji was already tuning out his friends and their mocking of the Omnic monks. He honestly didn't care if they were talking about the meanings of life or about how grass was made by the government, it just didn't interest him. Genji was the type of person who didn't bother with things that didn't catch his interest. True he was a little curious about Omnic monks, but not enough to go and sit at one of their speeches. Since Genji wasn't going to be encountering them anytime soon, he pushed the idea of Omnic monks out of his mind.
Genji had returned home surprisingly early for once. It was barely 4 p.m., but already he was making his way through the large gates of the Shimada compound. The reason as to his early return was because of his friends. They had been annoying him, still harping on about Omnics and their religion and whatever the speeches may be about. Genji had gotten fed up with their incessant chatter, so he left without even ordering at Rikimaru.
Whistling as he made his way towards the main house, Genji was quite literally pulled from his thoughts. With a yelp Genji was yanked into a little alcove between two buildings. Staring into the face of his scowling brother, Genji had a moment to wonder what he was in trouble for this time.
"You're late." Hanzo seethed, crossing his arms over his chest.
Genji blinked in confusion, "Late?" He echoed, "How am I late? It's like… Barely 4. If anything I'm extremely early."
The Elder Shimada began tapping his foot impatiently, "Did you forget that we would be greeting our guests today?"
Lips pulling into a grimace, Genji waved a hand dismissively. "For starters, no I didn't know we'd be having guests. And secondly, I don't care. I'm not interested in greeting people involved in the family business."
It was Hanzo's turn to look confused, his anger deflating. "What? These guests have nothing to do with the family."
"Eh?"
Suddenly Hanzo's anger was back and his eyes narrowed. He snatched out a hand and grabbed Genji by the ear, yanking on it harshly. "Are you to tell me that when I explained to you a week ago about our incoming guests, you ignored me?" He hissed, voice dripping with venom.
"Um… When was this?" Genji forced a nervous chuckle, silently wishing he hadn't perfected the art of tuning Hanzo out.
"Genji! It was last week when father had called the meeting with everyone, including the council members! The one I know you purposefully skipped." Hanzo growled, "Why do you think I came to your room later and recounted the meeting to you? Are you telling me that you ignored even that?!"
The younger Shimada was thankfully saved from answering by a servant, the girl bowing deeply at the waist before speaking. "M-master Shimada? Your father has requested both of your presence in the main hall."
Hanzo huffed, letting Genji's ear go. "Yes, we're on our way." He dismissed her with a wave of his hand, grabbing Genji by the arm and dragging his younger brother with him towards the main house. "Just please be polite through the meeting? I'll explain it to you later why they're here."
Genji could only nod as he and Hanzo made their way into the main house and, after a few twists and turns, made it to the large room where most meetings were held. Hanzo opened the paper screen door after announcing their presence and getting the ok from their father to enter.
Despite being a pain, Genji wouldn't outright be rude to guests. He wouldn't humiliate his father and brother that way, he loved them too much. Even if he kicked up a fuss most of the time, he would still be polite if it really mattered. So he bowed with Hanzo in a sign of greeting to their guests before he even caught a glimpse of them.
"I apologize for my son's tardiness. It must have slipped his mind you would be arriving today." Genji's father, Tobikuma, said with a light tone.
"No need to apologize. You have been very wonderful company as we wait."
Genji's head snapped up as the robotic voice spoke, eyes widening at the two Omnics settled on cushions across the table from his father.
The fist Omnic had more angular features to his face-plate, a cluster of glowing blue lights arranged in the pattern of a diamond on his forehead. His robes were a mix of creamy white with swirling designs of a light plum colour. He held himself in such a regal way, almost seeming ethereal with how much "peace" practically oozed off him.
The second Omnic held himself in a more relaxed way, yet still managing to project an air of peace. He wore a similar robe to his companion, though his coloured with softer yellow tones and a few red accents. Not only that, but his body seemed to be made of more chrome than the other. Resting around his neck were a set of rather large mala beads, each one a beautiful gold colour with designs etched into the smooth surface.
As he turned his head to look at Hanzo and Genji, the young Shimada could count a set of nine blue dots on his forehead arranged into a simple square shape. The Omnic tilted his head in an almost curious fashion, watching the two Shimada brothers as they settled on either side of their father.
"You have already met my son, Hanzo. This is my youngest child, Genji." Tobikuma gestured to the young Shimada on his right.
The Omnic in white dipped his head, "It is a pleasure to meet you, young master Shimada. I am Tekhartha Mondatta, but you may call me Mondatta, if you so wish."
Mondatta turned his head slightly, looking towards the Omnic on his left. "This is my brother, Tekhartha Zenyatta." Zenyatta remained silent, head still tilted slightly. Mondatta reached out, placing a hand to Zenyatta's forearm. "Zenyatta, do not stare."
At this, the Omnic, Zenyatta, jumped as if in surprise. He placed a hand over his faceplate where his mouth-seam was. "Oh, forgive me! I did not mean to be rude. I was merely fascinated by your hair, young master Shimada."
Genji felt a grin pulling at his mouth, ignoring the warning look Hanzo tried to subtly throw him. Leaning forward, Genji ran a hand through his bright green hair, causing it to be in a state of further disarray.
"Oh please, just call me Genji." He chuckled, winking at Zenyatta. It earned him a soft giggle, much to his delight.
Before he could open his mouth to say anything further, Tobikuma placed a hand on Genji's head and ruffled his hair. "Yes, my son is rather… Eccentric. I do hope you don't take anything he says negatively."
Mondatta waved a hand, his own voice holding a hint of amusement. "Not to worry, I am quite used to peculiar interactions. Zenyatta is also quite the quirky character."
"Brother…" Zenyatta said softly, his shoulders hunching.
Both Mondatta and Tobikuma shared a small laugh, Tobikuma being the first one to clear his throat.
"Anyways, as I was previously saying, we hope you enjoy your time here at the Shimada castle. If you require anything, do not be afraid to ask." Tobikuma offered his guests a small smile.
Dipping his head, Mondatta hummed and placed his hands on his lap. "I thank you for your hospitality on behalf of my brothers and sisters. I do hope we won't be too much of a burden."
"Nonsense," Tobikuma chuckled, "I do suppose we should let you get settled in now."
Mondatta and Tobikuma both stood, followed by Hanzo, Genji, and Zenyatta. As Tobikuma escorted the two Omnics back to where they and the other monks would be staying, Genji was once again pulled aside by Hanzo.
The elder Shimada refrained from speaking till he and Genji were in the safety of his room. Genji slipped from Hanzo's hold and pushed open the wooden panels that made the window, the young Shimada sitting comfortably on the sill with one foot hanging outside.
"Alright, so are you going to tell me why are a bunch of Omnic monks are staying here again?" Genji asked, turning his attention to his brother.
Hanzo raised a brow before he smirked slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Depends. Will you listen to me this time?"
Genji gave an exaggerated groan, leaning his head back. Taking that as a yes, Hanzo sighed before moving to lean against the wall. He stared out the window, a deep furrow in his brows.
"The Shimbali monks have arrived from Nepal in order to give a series of speeches. They will be staying in Hanamura, but will travel around Japan to give them. We have graciously offered to house the monks till they depart back to Nepal. They will stay here for three months, during those times we are to play the gracious hosts and make them feel welcomed." Hanzo informed, expression still grave.
Mulling over the information for a moment, Genji hummed before crossing his arms over his chest and turning his own eyes towards the cherry blossom trees scattered neatly around the compound.
"Alright. So what's the real reason we offered to play hosts?"
Hanzo gave a short chuckle at how quick Genji was to see the hidden motive. Then again, he was a part of the Shimada clan. Hidden motives usually hung around the clan like the very air they breathed.
"The council members believed it would be a good publicity stunt. With the monks staying here, everyone will be focused on their speeches and how gracious we are as their hosts. No one will be paying attention to anything else we're doing for those three months. They'll be too busy reporting about the monks and their speeches." Hanzo hummed, flicking his eyes to observe Genji's face.
The two fell into a silence for a while, the only sound was the wind blowing and causing wind chimes to sing in the distance. Hanzo was eventually the first to break the silence, his tone pacifying.
"You do not need to interact with them if you don't want to. Just… Please don't cause any trouble?"
Genji pursed his lips, looking back at Hanzo and studying his expression. With a heavy sigh, Genji rolled his eyes and shifted so both feet were now hanging out of the window.
"Fine, I'll leave them alone. Those old bats can't complain if I'm never around to cause problems."
Hanzo rolled his eyes, "You know the Elders will find something about you to complain about."
Laughing, Genji threw his brother a wide grin. "Yeah, you're probably right."
The elder Shimada hummed before pushing off the wall and turning, heading towards his room's entrance. "If you plan on going back out, be sure to close my window before you leave."
Genji watched his brother leave the room before he hopped out the window, clinging to the tiled roof above it before closing the wooden panels. Satisfied that the window was properly closed, Genji easily scaled down the side of the building and onto solid ground. Such a feat was simple for those of the Shimada clan, for they were trained to be skilled assassins from an early age.
Pulling out his phone, he sent a quick group chat to his friends asking if any of them wanted to hang out. Jiro responded back almost instantly saying they were hanging out in one of the local bars having a drink. After getting the address, Genji made his way towards the bar, feeling the need for a drink rather badly.
"So let me get this straight," Jiro snickered, trying hard to catch his breath between his giggling. "Those Omnic monks we were talking about this morning are actually staying in your house? For three months?"
"That's about it." Genji grumbled, sipping at his drink loudly.
Genji's friends broke down in another howling fit of laughter, some sloshing their drinks and spilling a bit in their excitement. Naoki gave him a sympathetic smile, patting Genji's back.
"You have to admit, it is rather ironic."
Groaning, Genji set his drink down and leaned back in his chair, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling. "I don't care if it's ironic or not. Now I'm gonna have to walk on eggshells when I'm at home. For three months! It's gonna be so boring!"
Ignoring his dramatics, Jiro downed the rest of his drink before setting his glass on the table rather loudly. "So they'll be crashing at your place for three months, no biggie! Just find some way to entertain yourself!"
"Can't. Father would have my ass if I embarrassed him in front of our "guests". Plus, anything that's leftover Hanzo will demolish." Genji grumbled. He hadn't told his friends why the Omnics really were staying in the Shimada castle. He wasn't stupid, that would backlash in more ways than he'd like. Genji liked his friends, sure, but he didn't trust them all to that extent. Not even Naoki knew much about Genji's family, only the rumours that hung around Hanamura.
Gasping, Jiro snapped his fingers and grinned widely. "I got it!" Though his words were slurred, he was still able to make coherent sentences. "Ya just can't get caught."
Genji and his friends all took pause, staring at Jiro with varying expressions. "… Explain?" Genji asked suspiciously.
"Genji, you've slept with a whole lot of different people before, right? A few of them even being Omnics?"
"Yes…?" Genji was growing more confused by the second.
Sighing, Naoki clicked his tongue impatiently. "Where are you going with this, Jiro?"
Jiro's grin widened, if that was possible. "You've slept with a normal Omnic, sure. But have you ever slept with a monk Omnic?"
As Jiro's words began to make sense, Genji instantly knew what his friend was getting at. The Shimada felt a familiar rush of excitement spark in his chest, a sweet burning feeling coming from the tattoo on his back. Inside, his Dragon growled at the hint of a challenge, flooding Genji's mind with its own primal excitement.
"No, I have not." He said, a grin pulling up the corners of his mouth.
Pointing a slightly swaying finger at him, Jiro giggled. "Genji Shimada, I dare you to sleep with one of the monks and take a picture as proof!"
Naoki rolled his eyes, smacking Jiro's hand in annoyance. "Don't be stupid, Jiro. If Genji gets caught messing with those monks, he'll seriously be murdered by his brother. Not only that, but we don't even know if those monks have the proper junk."
"Can it, Naoki." Jiro sneered, sticking his tongue out at the taller male. "I was just getting to that!" To Genji he said, "If none of the Omnics have the proper shit to bang them with, then improvise! You have to at least get into bed with one, doesn't even have to be sexual. If you can do that, get a picture, all without getting caught, then I will consider you the master Casanova!"
Genji snorted, "Aren't I already?"
Jiro didn't bother to answer that, instead holding out his hand to Genji with a smug look on his face. "You game?"
The young Shimada took a moment to think about the pros and cons of this deal. If he said yes, then there was the high chance he would end up dead because he couldn't keep it in his pants. Then again Genji would love to wipe that smug look off of Jiro's face and prove just how suave Genji could be. From the way his Dragon purred, Genji could tell it felt the same way. Who cared about the consequences? This was going to be one of the best deals ever.
Grabbing Jiro's hand and shaking it, Genji gave him a feral smirk. "Deal."