This is an experimental writing piece, basically just something I've been working on for a month and a half in between trips and voice acting and things. I was reluctant to add this first, especiall after discontinuing one of my stories, but here goes nothing. I'm trying out a new thing where before I start writing, I write up an aesthetic moodboard, like what would be satisfying to write about. Feel free to read, kinda brings an insight to what I think is pleasing in my eyes.

Tell me how this goes, I might continue it!

Kurasu


AESTHETIC Moodboard: Photos, kisses at random times, traveling, holding hands, abandoned streets at night, flickering lampposts, exotic places.


No matter how many times she tried to reassure herself, she knew this was her fault.

And now her punishment was watching him suffer for her consequences.

Raspy breathing came from the man on the floor, like a fish out of the water, as she had to watch in horror from a clear glass window. Cables were attached on her back, as purple lights illuminated her room. She couldn't hack her way out of this. Why? Because they were using her technology, her own self against him. The hacker's knuckles turned white as she best against the glass, but it never succumbed to shards. The sound of the metal door on his side was opened, to reveal another man. This man was no cyborg ninja, but was definitely an omnic, and one with no good vibes like Zenyatta.

"You find him valuable?"

The lady in the other room, her cheeks stained with tears, nodded.

"Then why bring him along?"

"I'll never tell you," She spat, "Maximillian."

"You will if I spare his life." The sound of heels clicked against the cold Porcelain floor in the other room, as orange lights flickered around, all with hologram logos of "The Eye".

"He knows too much, and he would tell his Overwatch friends as soon as we let him go, but you won't say a word." A hint of sneer was in the robot's voice. The man on the floor, though with his mask on still, looked at her as if to say "Don't do it, please..."

"We'll let him live, but under one condition-"

"Deal."

Genji stared at her with that pained expression, but this was for the best. Better than having him dead. She read his expression. He didn't want forget her. He wanted to remember everything they went through, since the beginning.

"Done." The man looked at her wide-eyed before he was slumped over almost in a sleeping state, all at a snap of a finger. Suddenly a quiet gasp escaped his lips, and the lights on his suit turned orange, then flickered purple. They were using her tech again against her.

"I was thinking, just for precautions, and for Talon's sake, we should probably erase his memories, don't you think?"

"No you wouldn't-"

"I told you, I can't have Overwatch involved, and we know he'd tell them. Besides, didn't you already say deal?"

The girl on the other side pursed her lips. The omnic was right, he'd tell Overwatch against her wishes anyways.

"So either he dies with our secrets, or he restarts his life before he met you."

"Fine, whatever. Just keep him alive."

He would do better if he didn't remember her right? But after everything they went through, it'd be a waste, no? She wanted him to stay alive, no matter the circumstances. For once, she felt vulnerable, and the last time she felt that was the day her parents died.

"I must say, you made a good choice. He's a killing machine, minus all that Buddhist rubbish that those foolish omnic monks taught him... They don't realize they have a bigger potential than just sitting around singing Kumbaya." The omnic said, and though no expression was on his face, if he did show any expression, he would be smirking now.

"Now, let's get this over with."

All of a sudden, the lights shut off, and Sombra dropped to the floor, now on the same level as the cyborg on the other side of the glass, feeling the cold marble floor press against her tear-stained cheeks.

The last thing she heard was the loud inhalation Genji took, as if he was brought back to life.


Waking up immediately, she was back in her room, clutching her teddy bear tightly. The room was silent, minus the hum of the computers on in the background. Slowly getting up, she walked over to her petty excuse for a kitchen and made a cup of coffee for herself to start up the day.

It was just a bad nightmare she had, nothing more, right?

At least that's what she thought, leaning against the counter, waiting for her coffee to be made as she looked at her table. Broken translocator that needed to be fixed, and a bunch of pictures-Wait. She forgot to hang those up? Walking toward the table, she picked one up, and stared at it. It was a series of photos from Tokyo, from when she first gone there. She'd never been to Tokyo, and he insisted that she should visit, so while they were there they got into a photo booth. There were multiple poses. Her kissing his cheek. Them making silly faces at the camera. That one where she tripped on her seat and so it's a blurry shot of her falling onto him. The next one, they are doing the peace sign, followed by another, both laughing.

"Probably should call him today and see how's it going with Zen..." she talked to herself, a small smile forming on her lips.

One year they had been together. It'd been rough, the both keeping it a secret. Couldn't have either side know what they'd been up to.

Taking a roll of scotch tape, she hung the little photo reels on the wall, next to her posters.

In the past five months, she had around thirty photos of them pasted onto the wall. He always wondered why she was so obsessed with having a hard copy photo versus digital photos, and she'd always reply "In case everything gets wiped out, I don't wanna lose these fotos, mi amor!".

As soon as the coffee was made, she put her typical sweeteners in there: fill the coffee with 50%-70% creamer and some sugar to ease the coffee if it was too strong. Mixing it while making her way to her computer, she then started walking toward her computer and pressed a button on one of the towers, turning the rest on. For a big system, it booted quick, with only a minute start-up. Sitting in the old, worn-out gaming chair she bought at a second-hair store, she continued sipping her coffee while waiting. It was still hot, and cursed mentally that she burnt her tongue yet again. Her phone was on the desk, and so she grabbed it, the lock screen flickering on. Leaning back in her chair, she scrolled through her contact until she got to "Green Sentai" and pressed call. While her phone was on her shoulder and her head was pressed against it, she typed the password into her computer, and right away many messages popped up.

Finally someone picked up on the other line.

"Hello?"

"Hola Sparrow." She smirked, even though he couldn't see it. "How's it going with Zen right now?"

"Excuse me, but who is this?"

"You know who it is," she chuckles, scrolling through a server, just doing routine security checks for Talon.

"What do you want then?" His voice hissed, and then she just realized what was going on.

"Nothing mi amor. It's just me."

"You who?"

"Sombra? Cariño, you're being unfair..."

Why did she forget what just happened to them?

How he yelled at her and almost tried to kill her at Mercy's hospital? If it weren't for Angela's nurses, and Angela reassuring the ninja, Sombra knew she would've been hurt.

Because she could hack him and fend herself from him, but she wouldn't do it because she loved him.

The bitter words that he said to her were what stung the most.

She told herself it was because he was brainwashed, but what if he was saying the truth? Like what if this was something he held back for a while?

Those were estupido thoughts. Only pendejas would think such things, once again she reassured herself.

"Sorry. Wrong number." She lied and quickly hung up before he could say anything else that would crush her heart.

She honestly thought it'd be easier to get over him. She really did.

Scrolling through data and servers, she tried to ease her mind by focusing on her work. That didn't last for five minutes, as her attention snapped when her phone rang again.

And again.

It was vibrating against her desk, playing an instrumental of "Despacito", her mother's favorite song. At first, the girl ignored the phone, but it wouldn't stop going off. Finally it did stop, for a second, and she sighed a breath of relief, until it rung again. She finally looked at it and saw "Green Sentai" in large words, vibrating violently once again against her desk. She gulped, not knowing what to say. But of course, pushing her fears away, she answered the phone and tried to answer calmly.

"Yes?"

"Is this Sombra?"

"Si...? I told you, I don't know you must've called por accidente." She lied. God what a terrible liar she was in front of him.

"Then why call me 'amor' and all those things?"

"Because..." she gulped. "Sorry thought you were mi novio. Wrong number. Happens. Didn't I just tell you this?"

"Then how come you called me Sparrow? Oh and asked about Zenyatta? You obviously know me, Sombra."

¡Mierda mierda puta mierda! She cursed once again to herself then hung up right away, as tears began to choke her throat.


That night, after finally finishing work, she took a stroll around town, picking up this week's groceries. A couple of members of Los Muertos looked at her while she simply glanced over them before raising her up high in the air. Humming a song she heard from a street artist while getting home, she typed in her passcode, and pressed her hand against the security system before the door opened automatically.

Her bags then dropped as soon as she saw the green circles in the corner of her room glowing, and the figure sitting cross-legged on her sofa.

"How the-How did you-" she stammered, narrowing her eyes "Puta pendejo. How did you not get detected."

"I'm a ninja. You have to be stealthy." He got up, walking around the room, and she swore he was judging her behind that stupid mask.

"Can you leave? Por favor?" She noticed him walking toward her photo wall, and stood in front of it, hoping he wouldn't notice. This would all be simple if she hacked him right?

"I could do some bad things if you don't leave. Go back to Nepal, please..."

"What are you hiding Sombra?"

A lot.

A shit ton of stuff she couldn't say.

He noticed the photos upon photos on the wall that she stood in front of, and her breath hitched when he stared at her again. Pushing her away from the wall, he then saw all the answers to why she was acting the way she was.

Photos of them together, selfies at different location, many photos of them kissing, or her bopping his nose on his mask, Nepal, her and Zenyatta meditating at the shrine, a black and white photo of him sleeping on her couch, holding onto her teddy bear. Hanzo and Genji finally eating ramen at her house, staring at the camera with noodles coming out of their mouths.

Just one of the many photos pasted on the wall.

His eyes scanned over the wall, and he knew this was real. It had to be. How could she have gotten all these photos, proof they knew each other, yet he remembered not a single one of these photos being taken.

"When did you brainwash me?"

"Last week." She simply stated. "It wasn't me though, it was something else that did it. Couldn't save you, cariño-"

"Don't call me that, please. I want you to tell me what happened."

"Can't tell you."

"You're telling me you can't tell me how we met?"

She looked at him with wide eyes, before looking back at the photos, her eyes melancholic.

"We met when I was sent to infiltrate Nepal."

"And?"

"That's all I'm telling you. Now, por favor, leave."

"Why can't you tell me anything? You know more."

"But I won't say more."

A certain photo caught his eye as he stood at the foot of her bed, her slender frame leaning against the cracking wall that displayed all the photos, watching his mask staring in that direction.

The photo was one where she was sitting across from somebody, laughing lightheartedly in a navy blue sundress. The photo had a vintage wash to it, but he quickly recognized where the photo was taken in New York. It was easy, seeing the skyscrapers behind her as whoever took the photo made sure to add in the pretty background.

"Who took that photo?" He asked, brushing past her and taking that photo down, holding it gently in between his metal fingers.

"Oh that one?" She looked at it, then at him. "You did."

"For what?"

"You always liked taking photos, and this was when we went on one of our first dates. Kinda was impromptu." She smiled sadly at the memory, her fingers rubbing against the glossy finish the photo had.

"Then why sad looking at it? I'm still here."

"Because you've forgotten everything, cariño, and it's all my fault."

"Why can't you tell me why and how it happened?"

"Because I made some bad deals okay? If it weren't for that deal, you'd be dead right now!" The sudden change from being melancholy to angry was quick, as she grabbed his arm and right away shutted down all his systems.


The next time he woke up, he was in Nepal, back in his room. Zenyatta stood over him, looking down with that same expression as always on his face.

"Are you okay, Genji? You seemed troubled."

"Yes, I am. What happened?"

"You were dropped here in a private airplane. A girl who also seemed troubled said she found you lying on the ground."

Sombra.

"How did she know to come to Nepal, master?"

"I think she knows more than you think she does."

"So what should I do?"

A pause hung between the two before he looked out to the mountains.

"I suggest you find those answers, because it will help your troubles too."


Well, wasn't that fun to write. Sorry its depressing as always oops.