So, I had a hard time writing the end to this, but I made it, and I'm satisfied with how this looks. Also I don't want to spoil, but it isn't a tragedy. Well, yes and no. You'll see.
Have fun reading lovelies and hooray to the last chapter!
Kurasu
"What are you not at peace with?"
He hid behind a wall, quietly moving closer to eavesdrop. Was this right to do? Probably not, but it's not like she had her faults too. In fact she's the reason he forgot so much right?
"I... where can I start? I have a lot, but it's just Genji for now. I owe him his memories but I can't tell him everything. It's painful having to constantly run away from him because I don't know what to do. There I said it." Her voice was wavering, and it pained him to hear the brokenness behind her words. She must have been close to crying. He remembered that one time they were in Buenos Aires and how after walking by a shabby district to get groceries, how she teared up as soon as they were back in the hotel room. She hated injustice, because deep down inside, she wasn't as twisted as everyone made her out to be. She saw herself as a misunderstood woman who was just in a sticky situation.
"For once I don't know what to do, so I've been improvising. If he knows anymore he could die. Or me. I can't tell you what, who, or even how. But trust me, they will. Even after I made a deal with them."
"What do you plan to do then?"
"No se. Just roll with it? But I can't. I lured him here so he would be safe. Oh who am I kidding? They can find us anywhere...! They could be watching us right now. They're everywhere."
"Sombra-"
"And they can attack now. I don't think you understand."
"Sombra-"
"And I can't fix it! This one can't be solved. Someone has to be sacrificed. If it weren't for my mistakes!-"
"Sombra, everything will be solved. The universe always finds a way to bring balance to the earth again."
"Balance? Hah... Bueno, I'm gonna go do some meditation," He peered from over the wall to see her lightly embracing the omnic then quickly hid again as he felt someone saw her.
"It was nice talking to you again, Zen. Lo siento about the abruptness of last time we met."
The sound of heels then got louder as she exited and he dashed behind another wall that was towed with candles on the floor. The sound of glasses clinking against one another made Genji mentally swear at himself at his fumble attempt to be sneaky. Meanwhile she still walked away, unaware that he was here, to another section of the shrine, and then he followed at a safe distance. She was now in a chamber of the shrine, and it was dark minus a single candle. She took the a skinny wooden stick next to it and started lighting the candles. Genji always brought her here when she was stressed, and most of the omnic monks knew that this had become Sombra's meditation corner. Soon the room was illuminated, revealing ancient architecture. Beautiful carved wood in intricate designs mixed with purple led lamps that hung down from the ceiling and reflected on her face as she softly closed her eyes and sat cross-legged in her black sweatpants and crop sweater combo. Taking one big breath and letting it out, she felt someone's presence here and opened her eyes to see him. He was right across from her, sitting down, breathing deeply, eyes closed.
He was here.
The crazy ninja actually traveled all across the world just for this moment.
"You... you followed?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, and then he opened his eyes and nodded, a small smile revealing under the warm white and purple lights.
"Why would I not?"
"Estas loco, pero I knew you'd do it. Feels great to remember everything."
"You haven't told me everything yet."
Her smile faded, and her mouth ran dry.
She could never prepare herself for this moment, but she simply lied "I don't need to tell you because the last memory is in your camera." Then smiled a little.
"It is?"
"Look at it, trust me." Her eyes glowed in the dark, as she moved closer to him and pulled him into a sudden hug.
"I'm so happy you're remembering everything again though cariño..."
"I guess... I am too." He really didn't know what to say. It was still all coming back to him. What to say right? It seemed all new yet familiar to him, warm arms wrapping around him as her head rested on his shoulder, pulling him closer.
"You don't know how much I went through just to finally be able to talk to you again." Her voice echoed softly in the room. "I spent semanas trying to figure out what I wanted to say to you. But I want to say I'm sorry. Lo siento, I really am. Messed up big time didn't I?"
"The only thing you messed up was running away from me every time I got closer."
A small chuckle escaped her lips then she kissed his cheek, in which he held her tighter.
"Oh I missed you... so much." She mumbled, but a rush of fear however shook her whole being when she said those words.
And that feeling she knew very well why she was feeling that way.
The village was dimly lit as they walked late at night around, and it wasn't helping with her fears.
She had to leave, but she didn't want to leave him. The two just sitting, their feet dangling thousands of feet above sea level, on the fragile wooden stairs overlooking the Himalayas. A small smile was etched on her face, trying to hide her restless mind.
"It's chilly." She simply stated.
"Is it?" He pulled her closer to his side, so she could feel his implants blowing out hot fumes, each exhalation of computers running meant another second it was keeping him alive, and her warm when she was next to him. "It feels warm to me." He simply states placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "It's probably because you're here."
She then looked at him and smirked, shaking her head in mock disapproval.
"You're always a playboy aren't ya?"
"Still got of little bit of it left in me."
"Just for me?"
He nodded, closing his eyes, and pulled her into a deep kiss. She kissed back while smiling, then let go of his hold on her, getting up and walking back into his room, tightening the grip on her lavender poncho as the night's temperature kept dropping.
"You coming? It's getting late." She said aloud, and as if on command, got up from his spot and followed suit.
Of course it was too good to be true.
Why?
Because the next morning when he woke up, she was gone. The only thing she left was two cups of steaming hot tea on the nightstand, which means-
She just left less than five minutes ago.
Getting up right away from the old mattress, he started running. She wasn't getting away this time. He was sure of it. Passing by the other monks, just getting up to the bright of day, they were baffled at first, then proceeded to going to their morning meditation in the shrine as usual.
Snow crunched beneath his feet so loud, if could scare away any animal that came close to him. If this was a mission, then he would've been more quiet about it, but he was determined, so determined to catch her just before she left.
But she was already leaving.
An airship flew right above him, and he turned around, seeing it take off.
He was too late. But how was she able to escape without making noise? Last night he held onto her so tightly while sleeping, how could she have escaped without him noticing? What an enigma she was at times, really.
He sighed, his breath visible in the cold, as he looked up at the sky again, before heading back to his room.
Where did she go this time?
She didn't leave a photo, or anything. Just left-unless.
What about that photo that she said was in his camera?
That was it.
The answer was with him all along.
The thing she couldn't tell him.
The last secret.
Walking faster again, he returned back to his room and grabbed the camera bag that was next to the now cold cups of hot tea and unzipped it, grabbing the camera, turning it on quickly.
He then scrolled through his memory card, skipping past the photos he took in Tokyo, relief shoots here in Nepal, more scenery pictures, and then there was one photo he didn't remember taking. It was a dark room, and the only thing that could be seen was purple lights illuminated, and a girl sitting at the center of a multi-screened computer, and she looked very concentrated, her brows furrowed.
He then remembered when he walked into-
Dorado. She went back home.
It looked exactly like that when he was there after she kept calling him. How everything glowed, except for her little kitchen and bed that was old and worn out. How she had photos scattered all over the floor and the wall, mostly photos of them but other people.
He remembered being in that dark room, one day, that day he shouldn't have came, but he wanted to surprise her, except she was in the middle of finding something big, something huge as she described it. Something that reunite Overwatch and Talon and everyone to help fight this... thing.
"The Eye" as she called it.
When she explained it all to him, he knew she wasn't joking about this. This wasn't another malicious mission Talon wanted her to do. This was her personal mission, and she knew if she solved it, this could save millions of lives. He was the only she told all this too. And then he offered his help. He wanted to help her take down this organization, or whatever it was. It was for a good cause, and she couldn't do it alone. She refused his help multiple times. Every time they met after that, he brought it up in conversation, asking her to let him help her, but she always said no, until one day she caved in, and let him help her.
That was three weeks ago.
There weeks ago they were snooping around for clues in Europe when-
That was all he could remember. But if she was afraid to tell him that last puzzle piece to his memory, then it must have been because of "The Eye". "They were dangerous, always watching", she said quietly one time as they sat in her house eating burritos from a food truck that drove around the neighborhood.
He remembered that! He remembered all that. Astonished yet in anguish for all the memories, he felt a new and old person all at the same time. Those feelings that belonged to him before he forgot the memories seemed to have subsided. In those memories he was a self-conscious man, only revealing his face to her and few people. Now the public has seen him, scars and ugly implants, and he was afraid of rejection, but they never did reject him. He was regarded as another man walking down all those streets. Was that part of Sombra's plan too?
He remembered being photo-shy in a lot of these photos, but now he wasn't. This really did change him, didn't it? In such small time, she got him out of his shell. Made him fearless.
Now he was the one that needed to make her fearless.
Throwing his armor into the duffel bag, and slung his camera over the side, a sudden feeling washed over him, and it wasn't a pleasant one.
Ignoring the feeling, he walked out of his room, back to the airship again, this time to save a girl who got herself into too much trouble.
When he arrived it was quiet.
Too quiet.
The whole town had a bad mood surrounding it like bad air, as he walked by a statue of Guillermo, and under the cracking arches that led to that little shabby house by the cliff. A gentle breeze blew from the sea below the town, the only sound that was made in the area. Even Los Muertos' usual loud music wasn't blaring today. Still he entered the house, placing his hand in the security measures and entered. She had him registered onto her system a long time ago, but she seemed to have forgotten that the last time they were in her house.
He walked into the room, and saw her sitting on her chair, photos all around her computer area.
"They're coming." She simply muttered. "You were such a pendejo for coming here."
"You don't know that. We can escape now." He said.
"They'll find us."
"Olivia..." he never said her real name before, and her eyes widened upon hearing her name.
"I thought we went over not to call me that. She's gone. Long dead."
"Olivia, why can't you believe that we'll make it? Just for once can you stop being pessimistic?"
Her lip quivered in fear of what would happen, but then turned around in her chair, now looking at him.
"But I'm scared." She confessed the truth, looking at all the computers.
"They won't find us. We'll go, one-way ticket to a remote island."
She laughed out loud. "That's your plan?"
"I made it up on the spot." A smirk formed on his lips before extending out his hand. "But want to go through with it?"
"You know it won't work." She sighed, taking his hand to pull herself out of the chair. "But guess we could try. What we do we got to lose? Talon also coming after me too?"
"Doesn't scare me."
"They are pretty harmless." She shrugged before walking over to her bed and kneeled down, trying to pull something out. "Give me ten minutes. I'll pack the essentials, just keep a lookout."
He nodded, pacing around the tiny room back and forth while she pulled beat-up suitcases from under her bed, and pulled out clothing, bullets for her SMG, basically all her possessions then took a purple duffel bag, it's purple LEDs glowing in the dark room. She unzipped it and threw essential clothing into it, and a secret pocket to hide her SMG and bullets. The girl looked around the room, pulled a laptop and some equipment, including her purple stealth suit. He watched as she kept running back and forth somehow able to fit all the stuff in that bag.
"Pick up the bag, just give me un segundo." She muttered, running over to her computer and typing in some codes, and automatically her computer shut off.
"It'll self-destruct when the sensors detect something entering the room. Now let's go."
It was batshit crazy what they were doing, but yet it seemed like the only way the two could somehow stay alive. What were they doing?
Absolutely no clue except to flee.
San Marino: 5:18 PM
"Sombra." A gentle poke was felt, following by some soft shaking in efforts to get her up. "Sombra we're here." He whispered in her ear.
She groggily got up from her seat on the airplane, and though the seat was uncomfortable she was too tired to care and ended up sleeping the whole trip. Her eyes opened slowly and she grumbled to herself as she stood up, taking a big yawn and stretch while waiting for everyone to get their luggage and just exit the plane. Finally people shuffled out one by one, and the main aisle wasn't crowded, so they pulled their duffel bags and walked out of the plane, walking through a series of automatic doors. The hallway was white. Stark white. White porcelain floors, stark white walls, glass automatic doors-
But what was more odd about the exit was the strange sickening smell, and they both knew what that was.
Sombra walked passed a glass door, and it automatically opened, but when the ninja tried to pass, it suddenly shut in front of him, as she tried to follow the rest of the crowd. He tried to pass, first at pushing the door, then prying it open.
"Sombra," he called out her name, raising his voice slightly. She couldn't hear him, so he yelled "Sombra!", but she still didn't hear him until the glass door she was heading for closed on her, and she became trapped and started pounding, seeing how the rest of their flight mates were walking inside the airport with no trouble, and she was stuck. She then realized she didn't hear him behind her, and when she turned around, she saw him banging his fists against the door, yelling her name, but she couldn't hear it.
They both knew then what was going to happen.
They caught onto them.
Foolish adults. Still as stubborn and immature as teenagers.
Her eyes widened as she dropped her duffel bag and ran toward the glass door Genji was behind, both of them shouting in hopes for the other to hear, but couldn't to no avail. The hacker's knuckles were turning white, as they both were sure they'd get out, until she realized couldn't she just hack the doors open again?
She quickly went over and dragged her duffel bag, about to pull out the gloves when the lights shut down, and the sound of a gas leaked into their temporary glass cages. The both tried not breathe it, as she still tried to pull on her gloves and quickly connected to herself and the airport's wifi while he was putting on his mask, but then she couldn't hold her breath anymore.
Inhaling the tainted air, she collapsed, and he watched her just instantly fall down, then something felt wrong.
Someone was behind him, and just when he turned around he saw a flash of dark gray metal and red lights for eyes.
Before he could recognize who this omnic was, he was instantly knocked out too.
No matter how many times he tried to reassure herself, he knew this was his fault.
And now his punishment was watching her suffer for his consequences. Except this time, he remembered.
He remembered everything.
Through a glass window there she was, an exotic beauty slumped into one corner of her cage, eyelids shut. A door slid open, and entered a well-dressed omnic with those red LED lights for eyes. How the omnic's mood could be felt from from a room away.
"You find her valuable?"
He nodded, trying to keep a firm face because he didn't have his mask on this time. The mask was an old part of him now, she finally got him out of his shell.
"Well, let's not repeat what I told her when she was in your position and make this simple: Don't let her remember or else for sure I'll kill you both."
He nodded, though both men knew that this warning wouldn't be followed, but Maximillian knew he couldn't just mysteriously kill the hacker, especially since he had ties with Talon.
The omnic let out a sigh before snapping his fingers and shutting the cyborg off.
Everything was normal.
It was another day as she was walking back to her shabby house, groceries for the week in one hand, some of the plastic bags already about to break because it's heavy contents. When she entered the room, the first thing she saw was a man nearly cybernetically repaired sitting on her sofa, a big cardboard box in his hands. She saw him, and raised a brow, leaning against the wall and smirked to hide her surprise. "Sparrow? Never expected you to come see me personally. ¿Necesitas algo?"
He then opened the box and flipped it upside down, revealing a bunch of photos, of different types and shapes. At first, she was confused, but then she walked over cautiously, seeing all the photos were of them. A certain one in the pile caught her eye, and she picked it up.
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 she 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.
Looking back at him, her eyes were wide, mouth agape, and he simply smirked back at her and said.
"Do you remember now?"
She shook her head silently, and he sighed before she started talking.
"These are real though… I can tell." her brows then furrowed, and looked at him. "Tell me, what happened Sparrow?"
"I would explain, but they say a picture can express a thousand words."
She blinked, taking a look at another photo, and then at him, who sat patiently as she then sat on the floor and started going one by through the photos. Even though she was confused when looking at them, she was determined to remember this.
"Who took this?" She then looked at him, at those dark chocolate eyes.
"You?" He nodded, a small smile on his face. She then at the photo again. "Well, I must admit, that is a good photo you took of me."
"Look at the rest, you took some too." Her eyes widened, and she then started scrambling through the stack of photos, looking for hers. He watched with a gentle smile on his face, confident that she was going to remember somehow.
Because this time, he reassured himself, they would be an end to "The Eye", he was sure of it. He was going to do whatever it takes to beat them. To end the cycle. To the point where the photos would be evidence that they ever gave up on each other. Even when it looked bleak…
They will never give up.
-Fin-
"Because I'd follow you to the ends of the Earth."
The beginning is the end. Kind of crazy right? Leave a comment, I think this is the most random AU I've done, so uh… yippee? Now the next time I look at a photograph, I am going to have a deeper meaning about it.
Another Somji fanfiction will be coming up, I am still kinda fine-tuning it (HINT: I am bringing back Sombra's first person POV and it will be a bigger improvement than that trainwreck called Identificados) but mostly I think I am taking a hiatus. I feel like all my fanfics as of lately are too similar, too same plot. I keep recycling dramatic scenery, but hopefully I come up with some fresh ideas soon.
ANYWAYS: COMMENT COMMENT COMMENT! Tell me what I need to work on or how much you loved this or whatever!
Kurasu