Authors Note: ;)

Genji glided through the dark, starry night. After his two week "vacation" at Tyland he imagines that the elders will not be ecstatic to see him. Especially his brother, who is probably going to whine about how "he's not providing for the family," or "Our father would kill to see your potential wasted." That last one stung, but the idea of assassinating didn't fit his profile being the sly, handsome sarcastic being he was, so he always did the bare minimum for his clan, possibly leaving Hanzo with all the work, but of course, he wouldn't know since he doesn't pay attention to those things.

After sliding and dodging across rooms where the elders may be occupying, he soon realized all the rooms were empty. Questioning whether the elders all went to sleep, but soon vetoing that idea for important discussions were always at night when the day has truly begun. His suspicion soon turned to tiredness for riding in a airplane isn't the comfiest thing, even if it was a private jet. In the meantime, he used his stealth skills for incase any of his clan did show up, to confront him about why suddenly he just disappeared. Just hallways away from my room and a sudden floosh went right in front my head. In my amazement, it was an arrow, but not just a random arrow, an arrow that had official carvings of the Shimada Clan hand-made with intricate designs. The blue dragon, why is it printed on the shaft of the arrow? Quickly, Genji looked to see his opposer, wide eyed seeing what was upon him.

Hanzo glared at his younger brother in disapproval, "Genji, where were you?"

Genji chuckled nervously, "The real question is what are you doing shooting an arrow at me?"

"While you were on your little ron da voo our home was attacked by a group of "Peacekeepers," His eyes literally giving Genji a death stare. "The real question is why shouldn't I shoot you in the face."

Genji shuttered when he heard that last line, what happened to that brother who would forgive him even if he did the most stupidest things? Still not completely believing his brother's seriousness he resort to his playful self.

"Got it bro, won't ever happen again." Giving Hanzo a smirky smile.

"It's chief Hanzo, successor of the Shimada Empire and boss of you! And you're right, it won't happen again..."

Before Genji new it, he faced Hanzo face to face, swords hitting each other. With every single clank to Genji's sword, he new it was getting duller. Genji was shortly pushed into the mainroom of their mansion where ceremonies were held, expensive tapestries hung and of course, their Dad's sword up in display in the very front of the room. Rapidly, Genji backing away and jumping up to throw shurikens at Hanzo to bay him off and try to sink in what just happened. My brother just attacked me, does he really have the intent to kill me? Before Genji could ponder much longer Hanzo swiftly bounced to his level and kicked Genji in the stomach making him drop all of his shurikens, but before he could do more damage, Genji scrambled up the wall with Hanzo trailing. With a big CLANK between their swords, Hanzo pinned Genji to the floor, with his sharp blade deadly close to Genji's face.

"Brother, Please. Whatever I can do for the clan-"

Hanzo quickly cutted Genji's sentence off with the tip of Hanzo's wakizashi penetrating his brother's chest. A shriek of pain escaped from Genji's mouth, soon returned with a grimace from his brother.

"I'll do an- AHHH! -thing for the clan… Please… Why are we even fighting?"

Even with his sorrowful cries, he knew his brother wouldn't change… the elders… He looked into his sibling eyes, a mix of confusion and pain but those pleading eyes, the one he would always give our father whenever he was in trouble. Still, Hanzo rejected to push his sword into his brother's flesh. Even if he was an arrogant gloat it hurt him to see Genji in p- no! He was a leader, now he had to act like one. In the inside he was tearing himself apart, but on the outside he had a stone cold face. Adrenaline pumped into his veins, could he do it? Or simply, will he have the will to do it?

Genji gripped the blade, scarring his hands, literally making Genji's fingers feel as if they were about to fall off. When Hanzo looked distracted Genji kicked Hanzo in his stomach, while trying to pull the sword away from him. Not even flinching, Hanzo tripped Genji and drove his wakizashi to Genji abdomen. Ruby red blood leaked from the wound, darkening the smooth, charoal black jacket he wore with the plain, milky white dress shirt.

He heard his brother's screams of agony, gasps for air and cursing at Hanzo. Just when he thought, the deed was done, Genji still had the passion to live. Dumbass. It's only gonna get worse from here. A smoke bomb. Not even his signature sparrow feather was left behind, his brother was truly desperate. He sighed, his sibling was to predictable, without even looking, he knew what he was doing. Hanzo stood up and aimed at the doorway. Things will get better here on here out, right? Breathing in, he shot his finishing shot.

Crossing the room, passing his father's swords into the corridor, gripping his wound so the blood won't splatter on the floor, he was home-free. Maybe he could get help, he could persuade the servants to patch him up, and say sayonara to this hell hole. As he reached the doorway, Genji heard a set of words that spun his world around. Ryuu-ga, Wa-ga-te-ki-wo, Ku-ra-u. Genji heart skipped a beat for he knew, he's screwed.

The screams, the cries, the burning of flesh and smell of it. It made his stomach wretch. This was for the clan. Wasn't it? What he did know was that he had to finish the job. Poor Genji, didn't even learn to control his dragons. Hanzo trudged to where Genji's corpse may be until he was suddenly stopped by a hand. Sure enough it was one of his top advisers, Bakin, a tall, stiff but wrinkly man, but he was definitely not fragile. From his facial features Hanzo saw the smirk under his stoic face. Of course they'll smirk, they've wanted Genji dead from the start.

"Don't worry Master Hanzo, we will remove his remains and make sure the jobs done," Bakin spoke, in an extremely sincere voice. Bakin must have seen the qualm in his face, retorting back with words that bittered Hanzo, "But, of course, if that's okay with you, Chief?"

"Of course… I trust you with my faith Bakin.. When things get tough you always follow through. Always… Follow… Through..." Hanzo lied through his teeth, he had no faith in this man, hating him for what he made him do. In reality he was under his thumb, not truly saying any word to the empire. Though he tried to hide it, his tart mood conveyed to Bakin.

"You're really setting a melancholy tone, like your going to leave or something." Soon followed by a snicker from the old man but then set back to the grim mood.

"Yeah funny.." Hanzo replied.

He walked with no energy, he was a empty man, just a shell on the outside. Hanzo couldn't stop looking at his sword. It was tucked in tightly in it's scabbard, but scarlet blood oozed around the opening. It haunted him, making him replay the same scene again and again. Soon drifting from Bakin side he wallowed his way outside. Bakin was eyeing him but did not say a word to stop Hanzo. Instead he sighed, and continued to march to a meeting. As for Hanzo...

He then lifted his wakizashi in his hands, and gently let go of the sword over huge cliff they're house was placed at. A weight was lifted from his shoulders, he soon did not see the scene replay over and over in his head. Instead, he heard the screams and shouts of his brother that rang inside his head. Swiftly, he turning back to join Bakin. Life goes on.