Note!
I do not own Overwatch or any characters associated with it, all I own are the non-canon characters I used as fillers!
Overwatch belongs to Blizzard entertainment.

I also apologize for my terrible Japanese - I haven't taken lessons in years and I don't remember a lot ;3;.

Trudging through the snow, huddled in his thick coat and scarf, hands buried in his pockets to keep them from freezing. The snow stuck to the fur rim of his hood, wind whipping at the exposed part of his upper face. His bow and quiver strapped across his back had a comforting weight to it, and he kept walking. A large metal gate came into view through the blizzard, and he approached, slamming a tired hand to the intercom.
"Yes?" A young voice came through the speakers.
"I am here to see Genji Shimada." His voice was hoarse and rough from hours without water, and he could barely feel his toes or fingers.
"I'll put the commander through." A short beep made him snarl in frustration until a rough, aged voice came through.
"Hello?"
"I ask to be granted access, I come by an invitation from Genji Shimada."
"Who are you?"
"My name is Hanzo Shimada. His brother."
"Ah, I see."
The gate groaned as it slid open.
"You'd best come in then."

He tried not to make his movements look hurried as he entered the facility. It was pleasantly warm, despite the stark white and grey walls. A tall, aged man with a scar across his face stood waiting for him. He pulled his scarf away from his mouth, eyeing the man suspiciously.
"My name is Jack Morrison. It's a pleasure to meet you." He extended a hand for Hanzo to shake, which he did.
"Where is Genji?"
"All in good time, he is out on a mission for now, but he will be back soon."
"How soon?"
"Hopefully this evening."
This put Hanzo's mind at rest, and allowed Morrison to lead him to his quarters - apparently Genji had fought for him to get a decently large suite to himself.

He made himself comfortable as Morrison left the room, telling him he'd update him when Genji gets back.
It was a simple, modest room. A single large bed indented into the wall, a large window to the outside, a desk and chair, adorned with stationary, a door leading to the en suite bathroom, and a TV, accompanied by a couch and coffee table. There was a coffee machine to the left of the couch, but Hanzo never was one to have coffee on his own.
He switched on the TV and mindlessly watched the channel it was had tuned into by default, trying to pass the time. Eventually, he got bored and ventured over to the desk, thinking of writing, but wound up drawing instead. He sketched for what only seemed like a couple of minutes, but turned out to be hours by the time he was done. A knock on the door shook him out of his sketching stupor, and he grunted under his breath because of this interruption.
"Come in."
Morrison carefully opened the door, looking rather sullen.
"Genji's back but.."
"But what?"
"He suffered heavy damage."
"What?" Hanzo's voice was concealing his silent rage as he turned to look at the man.
"You can come and see him but...It's not pretty."
Hanzo was already up and through the door, following the signs to the medical suite, demanding to see Genji. The doctor - a fetching woman who introduced herself as Doctor Ziegler - lead him to where Genji was laying on a bed, his visor dimmed slightly, and electricity jumping from his joints like a broken toy, some of his armour was mangled from impact with something, but Hanzo couldn't bring himself to ask what had happened.
He didn't need to ask, or even utter a word before Genji spoke.
"I am fine, brother."
Hanzo looked away in shame of the tears brimming at the corners of his eyes. When he came to see his brother again, he did not expect to see him in such a weakened state.
"What happened?" It pained him to ask, but he needed to know, least he won't sleep later on.
"We were sent out to recapture a talon operative who escaped from prison. I guess that I must have overestimated his perceptiveness."
At the mention of the group, Hanzo's lip curled in disgust. That group had caused him many an issue when he was wandering, from assassination attempts to recruitment offers. His reputation as the heir for the Shimada crown must have extended further than just Japan.

Noting his reaction, Genji stayed silent. He didn't want to know what Hanzo had been through during their years apart. Getting over the initial shock of seeing his younger brother in such a vulnerable state, and the sound of his voice through the automated voice-box of his cybernetic enhancements, Hanzo ran a tired hand through his hair, sighing.
"I should go and rest, it has been a long day."
Genji's head inclined slightly.
"You should. I can tell that this has been a lot to take in all at once."
"Then I wish you a good night, brother."
"Arigatō kyōdai."

AN: This is probably the first fanfic I've taken seriously, let me know how/if I should continue this!