A/N: As a little treat, I tried to make this chapter a bit longer. I succeeded, that much I know. Lol. Also, I'm trying to make the Shimbali monks more... relatable? Like, they're just a bunch of guys, gals, and genders in between that all came together under a common belief. Some of them are probably older models, but there are also bound to be some around Zenyatta's age, maybe even a bit younger! So there's no way all of them would act like they don't know the concept of fun. I'm also trying to make Genji and Hanzo's father more of a character than just a figure that's there. And I wanted to show more of Hanzo and Genji's relationship. Hopefully I managed something like that... Anyways, thank you for reading! Comments are appreciated, but you don't have to leave any if you don't want to! Till next time~

When Genji made his way out of his room, dressed in a fresh set of dry clothes, he barely made it two feet out the door before a hand snatched him by the ear.

"Ow ow ow ow!" He yelped, wincing as the figure began yanking him down the hall.

"You are in deep trouble, young man." Tobikuma growled, looking down at Genji with narrowed eyes.

Genji bit back a whimper, holding his father's wrist in order to keep him from pulling too hard because with the grip the man was giving it, it was only a matter of time before it was ripped off. "Owie! Oto-san, what'd I do?! I haven't left the compound at all today!"

"Exactly. Which is all the incentive I need to know you had a hand in this."

Furrowing his brows, Genji tried to think of anything his father could possibly be talking about. He hasn't bothered Hanzo recently and he hasn't filled the Elders' tea with laxatives again, so what could it be? Could he have unconsciously done something wrong? No, that was impossible. Genji never unintentionally does something wrong.

Yet when his father slid open the door to his office, one of the few rooms in the entire compound that resembled western culture, and Genji saw the two Omnics standing in the room, it suddenly dawned on him what this was about. Somewhere in the back of his head he heard his Dragon curse because how the fuck did they get caught?

"Sorry for stepping out during out discussion, I had to retrieve something." Tobikuma grimaced before giving a firm tug, yanking Genji further into the room. Glaring at his son, he let go of his ear. "Apologize. Now."

"But Oto-san! I didn't do anything!" Genji was in a sinking ship and he was pretty much setting fire to the remaining wood by lying to his father's face.

"Genji Shimada, I swear if you do not apologize for your actions right this moment, I will-"

Mondatta held up a hand, catching the attention of the two men arguing in Japanese. When it was apparent their focus was on him, he lowered his hand and once again tucked it behind his back to join the other.

"Shimada-san, I'm afraid your anger seems to be misdirected. This prank, while rather entertaining, was not harmful to the other monks and I. Many are unaware that water does not hurt an Omnic, so long as we do not linger in it. I am positive that Genji was unaware of such a thing, so he could not have been the reason as to why the bridge fell apart. I believe the blame lies with my brother, Zenyatta. He is known for the pranks he pulls at the monastery. It has gained him quite the reputation." Mondatta spoke, slowly turning his head to look at Zenyatta.

The yellow-clad Omnic ducked his head in guilt, "Ah… Yes. Mondatta is right. The blame lies with me and me alone. Genji had no part in this, so please do not be upset with him." He bowed at the waist, apologizing to Tobikuma.

Genji instantly stiffened, him and his Dragon sharing a sound of disagreement. This was Genji's burning, sinking ship, what was Zenyatta doing jumping on?!

"Now hold on! Zen was the one who had nothing to do with it! I was already going to pull a prank, he just accidentally got caught up in it!"

Zenyatta straightened quickly, seeming shocked that Genji would speak up. "Genji…!"

Without a second thought, Genji moved over to stand beside Zenyatta, puffing his chest out proudly. "So if you're going to get mad, it might as well be at both of us!"

Mondatta seemed just as surprised as Tobikuma, but thankfully the elder Shimada broke the slightly tense silence. He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest and shaking his head.

"Tekhartha-san," He turned to regard Mondatta, who dipped his head slightly to show he was listening. "It seems they have decided to take the blame together. I hope you'll forgive my son."

"It is no problem, Shimada-san. I am just glad my brothers and sisters found some enjoyment from the prank."

After a few more moments of talking, Tobikuma dismissed Mondatta and Zenyatta. However just as Genji made to sneak out with them, his father's words stopped him in his tracks.

"Genji, stay behind. I would like to speak with you."

Genji flinched, sending an apologetic grimace towards Zenyatta when he glanced over his shoulder at Genji. The paper screen was slowly slid shut, sealing Genji's faith. He took a deep breath before turning around, beaming at his father.

"Yes, Oto-san?"

Tobikuma watched his son for a while, his arms crossed over his chest. The strain of waiting was causing Genji to sweat, his Dragon internally grimacing. His father was giving him The Look. The one that meant he was going to be given a punishment he'd surely dislike. Though that was the case for all of Genji's punishments.

"In two days you are to attend the speech the Shimbali monks will be hosting. You are to represent the Shimada household as a deterrent for anyone thinking to cause trouble. So be on your best behaviour." Tobikuma said, eyeing Genji pointedly.

Genji forced himself not to roll his eyes, his Dragon doing the honours for him. You mean act good in front of the cameras and make the media think we're actually invested in the monks. He thought, fighting back a snort of bitter amusement. Of course he'd be forced to take part in his family essentially using the monks' publicity in order to cover up whatever they were doing. Having one of the Shimada family members being physically at the speeches would gain attention directed towards the monks and away from anything else going on.

Yet despite being a prop for the stupid clan, Genji wasn't as pissed as he usually would've been. Sure Genji hated speeches and helping the clan with its illicit activities, but that was before Genji made a bet to get close to one of the monks and sleep with them. Going to the speech was right above Zenyatta on his "to do" list.

"Ok." Genji shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Tobikuma deflated a little, almost like he had been preparing for a longwinded argument. "Ok?" He echoed, for once his calm face gone in order to be replaced by one full of confusion.

"Yeah, ok. I was already planning to go anyways, so I guess it really isn't a punishment. Though I guess it is since I'll technically be 'working'."

The elder Shimada watched his son almost suspiciously, like he was contemplating if this was actually a well disguised assassin and not really his son. Owning up to his own pranks was one thing, but willingly going to a speech that would no doubt last for a few hours? Without complaining or some whining and pleading for a different punishment?

Genji, seemingly unaware of his father's urge to demand his son summon his Dragon in order to prove it actually was his little Sparrow, blinked and made a move to open the door.

"Can I leave now? I've got to get to training or Hanzo will nag my ear off."

Nodding his head, Tobikuma watched his son leave, a worried expression passing over his face. "Kimiko… I worry for our little Sparrow." He mumbled, glancing at the framed image sitting on his desk of a grinning woman in a sun hat fishing with two little boys.

"You're late." Hanzo huffed, tone lacking any bite.

Genji strolled into the training area, watching his brother yank out arrows from the practice dummies. The green-haired male refrained from shrugging, knowing his brother wouldn't even see it with his back to him.

"Oto-san called me, I couldn't refuse."

Hanzo grunted, returning his arrows to his quiver. He finally turned, watching Genji shift from foot to foot. He had his katana strapped to his back and looked to be brimming with energy. Hanzo watched his brother's expressions shift slightly, a twitch of the brow here, a quirk of his lips there. After living with Genji for almost 22 years, Hanzo has become an expert at reading Genji, just like Genji was able to read Hanzo.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Hanzo cocked a hip to the side and watched his brother with a raised brow. "What are you planning, Genji?"

Jumping slightly, Genji covered up his surprise with a fake gasp. "Anija, are you suggesting that I'm scheming something?"

"I know you, Genji. You're always scheming."

"… Well you got me there." Genji hummed, pursing his lips slightly.

Huffing, Hanzo shook his head and moved, setting his bow and quiver back in their proper places. With that done, he pulled out his own sword, unsheathing it before facing his brother.

"Draw your sword, we are going to spar."

Genji complied, though he was still grinning at Hanzo. "What, giving up interrogation so easily?"

Hanzo rolled his eyes as he and Genji began circling each other. "You wouldn't tell me, even if I strapped you to a chair and force-fed you steamed carrots."

This time Genji did gasp for real, "How barbaric!"

"Indeed," Hanzo said, sending Genji a smug smirk. "Maybe if you were more focused, you could be as intimidating as I."

"Oh I am hella intimidating!"

"Then prove it, carrot."

Genji hated that nickname just as much as he hated the damned vegetable. He gave a feral growl, one that was mirrored by Hanzo. Most of their sparring would start like this. They would playfully push each other's buttons till the other was goaded into fighting. It was a repeated dance they both took turns leading, though the ending was always different. Sometimes Hanzo would win, sometimes Genji. Yet if there was one thing the two of them shared besides their need to gloat when they won, it was how "enthusiastic" they could get.

Sparks flew as their swords clashed against each other, the sound ringing around the otherwise silent room. Both Hanzo and Genji moved swiftly, growls of challenge leaving them every time their swords met. Hanzo's face was pulled into a frown, brow furrowed in concentration. Genji on the other hand wore a maniacal grin, eyes dancing with glee.

When their blades clashed once more, Hanzo's foot shot out, hoping to swipe at Genji's ankles and cause him to fall. It worked, but Genji, being specifically trained as a ninja, was able to recover. He fell backwards, pressing one of his palms into the ground and pushing off into a backflip. He managed to hook Hanzo's chin with the tip of his foot, causing the other's teeth to clash together. A painful grunt escaped the older of the two, Hanzo stumbling slightly from the impact.

Genji landed, crouched on the tips of his feet, hand placed firmly on the ground to steady himself while his other hand gripped his blade tightly. Genji smirked up at Hanzo, his grin widening when he saw the flash of blue in Hanzo's eyes. Genji's own eyes flickered to green for a moment, mirroring Hanzo's. Internally his Dragon was rumbling, body twisting with the anticipation of the fight. The desire to be released swelled within Genji, pumping adrenaline throughout his body and coiling sweetly in the pits of his stomach.

With a feral snarl, Genji launched himself at Hanzo. Managing to block the oncoming sword in time, Hanzo held his ground as Genji pressed forward. Genji could feel Hanzo faltering slightly under the pressure, an elated feeling bubbling up and driving him to shove harder. Genji was trained specifically in close combat, while Hanzo was trained for distance. The young Shimada found it fitting that he best his brother in something he excelled in. Yet when Hanzo suddenly went slack and dodged to the side, Genji suddenly realised that his brother had planned for Genji to put all of his weight into pushing Hanzo back.

Genji was thrown forward by his own force, but he didn't stay still the moment he landed on the ground. He rolled onto his back, using his sword to block the downward strike Hanzo aimed at him.

"Woah! Are you trying to kill me?!" Genji snapped, glaring up at his brother.

Hanzo shrugged, "I am merely testing your reflexes. In a real fight, there will be no hesitation from your enemy. You must be prepared to strike, always."

"Oh I'll show you striking." Genji bit out.

He grit his teeth, lifting a foot and kicking Hanzo in the stomach. He dislodged his brother and managed to knock Hanzo on his back. As they both scrambled to stand, Genji drew up his sword and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. There was a rippling feeling that originated from his tattoo, a demanding rumble coming from somewhere in his head.

Hanzo, seeming to know what Genji was doing, also drew up his own sword closer to his body. The two growled, eyes changing colours, green clashing with blue. They ran at each other, both opening their mouths to shout the words to summon their Dragons into battle.

However they didn't even manage to get more than two syllables out before their names were being shouted harshly.

"Hanzo and Genji Shimada!"

The booming voice of their father instantly killed the fighting instinct, but it did little to stop the momentum Hanzo and Genji were both going at. They smacked into each other loudly, landing in a pile of limbs on the ground with a pained cry.

Both Genji and Hanzo lifted their heads, watching their father make his way over to them. He crossed his arms over his chest, face grim as he began reprimanding them.

"Are the two of you insane? Summoning your Dragons while there are outsiders staying here? What if they had heard the commotion and decided to come investigate? The roaring of Dragons can cause anyone to be curious enough to check out the source of the sound." Tobikuma had purposefully followed Genji to watch the two spar, because he knew how it could get. He had expected Hanzo and Genji to summon their Dragons, they always did when sparring against each other.

Hanzo and Genji rushed to pull themselves from their tangled position, instantly kneeling and bowing their heads in guilt.

"I apologize, Oto-san. I let our fighting get away from me and completely forgot about our guests." Hanzo frowned, no doubt internally berating himself for his careless mistake.

Genji mumbled his apology, also ashamed with himself. Tobikuma kept his stern expression for a few moments longer before huffing.

"Enough grovelling, stand, the both of you." When they quickly jumped to action, Tobikuma rubbed his chin before nodding his head. "For almost revealing one of the Shimada family's closest guarded secrets, it is only fit that I give the both of you a befitting punishment. Sheathe your swords, you will not be needing them."

Hanzo and Genji shared a grimace, but they acquiesced, sheathing their swords and setting them to the side. Turning back to their father, they watched as he dug through one of the chests placed in the room, pulling out a role of adhesive tape. He began wrapping them around his hands before tossing the roll to Hanzo.

Both brothers looked down at the roll, paling as they realized what this meant. Hand-to-hand combat with their father, meaning their asses were going to be sorely kicked. While Genji and Hanzo reluctantly began wrapping their hands up, Tobikuma slid out of the upper half of his yukata, securing the material around his waist in a few firm knots.

Despite being a little up there in age, Tobikuma was by no means weakened. If anything, he looked to be barely forty, Tobikuma's hair still a dark black with only streaks of white. His body was also well-kept and still as strong as ever. It was littered with scars of different kinds, some longer than others and some resembling wicked burns. But despite all the markings on his skin, the only thing to truly stand out was the tattoo that started on his chest over his heart and dipped over a shoulder, pooling over his back in delicate arches.

The tattoo was two purple Dragons, twisting over Tobikuma's heart possessively before their long bodies twined over his back. Tobikuma had gotten it to match Kimiko's after she had passed, wanting something of his wife to hold onto. It was the only thing left that physically represented her and her twin Dragons other than photos.

When the three of them were all set, Tobikuma flexed his arms before crouching low, beckoning to Hanzo and Genji. "Well? Don't keep me waiting."

Like always they were to fight their father together until Tobikuma beat them or they managed to take their father down, which had yet to happen. And like they always did before they charged their father, Genji and Hanzo shared an equal look of displeasure. They were definitely going to be bruised after this.

"My stomach, it hurts so muuuch." Genji whined, flopping an arm over his eyes.

He was lying on his back, trying hard not to move and aggravate the growing bruises on his body. Beside him lay Hanzo, not doing any better. He was grimacing, body limp and his hair no longer tied together neatly. Instead clumps stuck to his sweaty forehead and cheeks, other parts sticking up haphazardly. Genji's hair was no better, looking like he had stuffed a fork into a light socket.

"This is your fault." Hanzo mumbled bitterly.

Genji laughed at that, but instantly regretted it when pain flared up. "My fault? I just got punished for pulling a prank with Zenyatta, you think I'm that eager to get another? We're both at fault here, stupid Hanzo."

"Don't call me stupid."

"Stupid." Genji moved his leg, kicking Hanzo's ankle pathetically.

"You're the stupid one here, stupid Genji." Hanzo snapped, kicking Genji back.

They threw insults back and forth, doing no more moving than making a feeble attempt at kicking each other. However, when Hanzo shifted onto his side slightly, he let out a small cry and instantly went still.

"Oto-san… Really didn't go easy." He mumbled.

"Does he ever? He's like you in the whole 'no enemy will hold back in a real fight' mind-set." Glancing to the side, Genji looked at the small circular window hanging just below the rafters. He groaned at the sight of the orange-tinted sky, indicating that their sparring had gone on for at least a few hours. As much as Genji wanted to stay there and rest, possibly even fall into a coma, he had a mission he needed to accomplish.

Forcing himself into a sitting position, Genji whined before he pulled himself up onto wobbly legs. Hanzo opened his eyes to watch Genji, a brow raised curiously as his younger brother began smoothing down his hair into a semi-decent state.

As he watched Genji slowly hobble towards the entrance, Hanzo spoke up. "And where are you going?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes," Hanzo grimaced, grinding his teeth as he propped himself up. "It does. If you are planning on bothering those monks again, I will have no choice but to stop you. And that's the last thing you want, Genji."

"You know, you would be somewhat intimidating if you weren't wallowing on the floor acting like you got hit by a bus. Which, if I think about it, would probably be less painful." Genji tossed over his shoulder, waving a hand as he finally made it to the door. "Don't wait up!"

"Genji-!"

But Genji didn't bother to stay and see if Hanzo had anything else to say. He slipped from the training area, slowly limping towards the guest rooms. Genji rubbed his stomach where his father hand landed an extremely powerful kick, vaguely wondering how he hadn't coughed up his lunch yet.

The trek towards where Zenyatta's window was located was an extremely long one. And as Genji stood under the window, he felt another whine pull from his throat and the urge to cry. He seriously didn't think he could climb up to the window without his arms giving out. But when Genji saw that the window was open, he felt something warm swell in his chest. It might've just been wishful thinking, but Genji liked to think that Zenyatta left the window open in case he decided to pop by.

So, after taking a deep breath, Genji jumped up and began scaling the side of the wall. It took longer than he'd like, but when he finally made it to Zenyatta's window, he tried very hard to gracefully slip in. Genji liked to think he managed such a feat, even if he stumbled a bit when his feet touched the ground.

"Oh, Genji! I was wondering when you would be arriving."

Zenyatta had been lighting candles, but he paused for a moment in order to watch Genji. The young Shimada offered the monk a grin, moving over to sit at the table.

He hummed, "Yep, here I am! Sorry it took so long, I actually intended to come earlier. But… Sparring with my brother and father took longer than I thought."

Tilting his head, Zenyatta let out a curious sound. "Oh? And how did that go?" He asked, resuming his candle lighting.

"Painful," Genji groaned, resting the side of his face on the table. The cool wood did wonders for his aching face. "My father is crazy good at hand-to-hand combat, so sparring with him is always intense. He gives his all in pretty much everything he does."

Zenyatta seemed surprise, his movements stilling. He waved out the match, placing the burnt stick in the trash bin before he sat on the pile of cushions a few feet from Genji.

"That must be very difficult, but I am sure it pays off in the long run?"

Genji grunted, "Yeah. My reflexes are even better thanks to my dad." Pursing his lips, Genji stared at the Omnic for a while longer, watching him get comfortable in his seat. "So, I came by to ask if you wanted to go hang out. I know some really cool places that I'm sure you'll love."

Zenyatta tilted his head in the way that told Genji he was smiling. "Thank you for the offer, Genji. But I'm afraid I can't do that for two reasons."

"Oh? And what are those?"

"Well," Zenyatta hummed, tucking his feet in so he was sitting in lotus position. "Mondatta has expressed his concern at letting me wonder around by myself, so he's requested that I have Hibiscus around with me whenever I plan on going somewhere."

Genji shot up into a sitting position, sputtering in indignation. "What?! That's basically saying Mondatta is settling you with a babysitter!"

The light laughter from Zenyatta helped quell some of Genji's displeasure, brightening his mood slightly. "I understand where your ire comes from, but Mondatta means no ill will. He is just very protective when it comes to those he cares about. I am sure you can sympathise. Besides, it was either Hibiscus or Mondatta. As much as I love spending time with my brother, I could not ask for him to follow along whenever I wish to go somewhere. He is quite busy handling the speeches and organizing them, I would rather not add more stress to his plate."

Despite being unhappy with the knowledge that he would have to take Hibiscus with him if he wanted to take Zenyatta out on a date, Genji was at least a smidgen glad that it wasn't Mondatta playing as Zenyatta's babysitter. Huffing, Genji slumped forward, pouting profusely.

"And what was the other reason you can't go out?"

Zenyatta hummed at this, gesturing towards the candles slowly burning in the room. "Well as you can see, I had just started to light the candles so I could have my evening meditation. I put it off last night in order to carry out our prank, but I'm afraid I can't continue to do so. It would be a bad habit of me to develop."

Genji grimaced, "Meditating? That's what's so important?"

'Well what did you expect, Little Sparrow? He is a monk.' Genji's Dragon purred in the back of his mind.

Ignoring the beast, Genji instead scooted over towards Zenyatta till he was sitting in front of the Omnic. "Do you meditate often?"

Nodding to his question, Zenyatta inclined his head towards Genji. "I try to, at least. I find it important to focus on oneself when the need arises, even if it is just to center myself and organize my thoughts. I tend to try and meditate when I wake up and before I go to sleep, sometimes in the evenings if I truly need it."

"But it's so boring," Genji scrunched up his face in displeasure, "You just sit there for hours and do nothing."

"That isn't inherently true, Genji."

Genji shrugged his shoulders, leaning back on the palm of his hands and biting back a wince at the strain it put on his arms. "Well it is for me. I've never been able to sit still for too long. My fidgeting drives my brother crazy when he's meditating."

"Oh?" Zenyatta's head tilted in confusion, the bewilderment practically radiating from the Omnic. "Is there a reason why you struggle with meditating?"

Genji hummed at this, looking up at the ceiling and lulling his head from side to side as he thought of an answer. "I've never been good at clearing my head, I guess. My thoughts are always jumbled together and I'm always too focused on them. It's like a beehive up in here," He tapped the side of his head for emphasis.

Zenyatta folded his hands on his lap, chuckling softly at the analogy. "While that does sound quite troublesome, I do believe that even bees need their rest once in a while. If you'd like, you could join me in meditating? It might not do anything for you, but it couldn't hurt to try. Perhaps a change in environment or company is what you needed to be able to meditate to your fullest?"

As much as Genji wanted to decline the invitation, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. It definitely had nothing to do with the fact Genji didn't want to disappoint Zenyatta! No, it was probably because Genji needed to get in Zenyatta's good graces in order to woo him. That was the only reason why Genji said yes and let Zenyatta help him settle into a more comfortable position for meditating.

Genji closed his eyes, brows furring as he tried to remember everything his teachers had said about meditating. Genji was so focused on forcing his breathing to be even that he almost didn't hear the soft chuckle from Zenyatta. Suddenly the Omnic had a hand pressed gently to Genji's chest, startling the other.

"Forgive me, but I could tell you were struggling a bit. Genji, your focus is on trying to control your breathing. You don't need to control your breath, let it come naturally. Your focus should be on the sensation of your breathing, not your breath itself." Zenyatta murmured softly, his tone gentle as he instructed Genji. "Breath in slowly for three counts, and then exhale for three. It should help you settle into a rhythm."

Genji nodded dumbly, slightly dazed from the tingling feeling radiating from the Omnic's hand on his chest. It was probably because Zenyatta was pressing lightly on a bruise. That was Genji's only explanation.

Letting his eyes close, Genji breathed in time with Zenyatta's counting. After a while of this, Zenyatta's counting soon died out and he removed his hand from Genji's person. He didn't have time to miss the contact, too busy counting his breathing in his head. But soon he even stopped counting and instead focused on the feeling of the air filling and leaving his lungs.

The sound of soft, tinkling chimes filled the room and was beginning to lull Genji into a state of peace. Though his body didn't slump, he felt his mind actually relaxing for once. His breathing began to even and, maybe it was Zenyatta's presence or those wind chimes, but Genji actually felt his thoughts soften in their incessant buzzing. They passed through his mind without much fuss, though a few of them stuck. One that refused to budge and move on was the single question, "When did Zenyatta hang wind chimes in the room".

Genji's eyes cracked open, curiosity getting the better of him now that he was focusing on the soft tinkling. It sounded oddly close and, if Genji thought about it, there really wasn't any wind blowing. None that he could feel, anyways. When Genji's eyes zeroed in on the Omnic in front of him, they widened so much they might've popped out of his head.

"Holy shit!" Genji cried, startling Zenyatta.

The large mala around Zenyatta's neck where no longer there, but were gently floating around the Omnic in a lazy circle. Some had been jumping lightly, soft chimes coming from the orbs. Yet at Genji's yell, Zenyatta jumped and gasped in response. The orbs stuttered in their orbit before dropping to the ground, rolling in all directions.

Zenyatta had a hand pressed to his chassis, almost as if to quell a heart that was beating erratically. His fans were wiring fast, his processors trying to keep up with what had startled him.

"Zen, your orb things! They were floating! And singing!" Genji said excitedly, picking one up in order to inspect it. He twisted it this way and that, tossing it up in the air to see if it would float again. He was very disappointed when gravity pulled it back down to drop in Genji's hand.

With his fans no longer spinning like he had run a marathon, Zenyatta cleared his voice box, settling a hand over Genji's, keeping him from tossing the orb up again. "Yes, that would appear to be the case. Though Genji, would you mind keeping your voice down? I do not want to draw attention from the other monks."

Genji quickly nodded, watching Zenyatta's shoulders slump and the Omnic sighing. Genji managed to be quiet for all of two seconds before he was bombarding the monk with questions.

"So how did they do that? Do they move on their own? Do they float all the time? Did you do that? Can you control them like magic? Was it magic? Or are they magnetic? Did you control them with magnetics? Are you magnetic?"

Zenyatta held up a hand, waiting patiently for the questions to cease, his body slightly tense. "Genji, my friend, I promise you there is no magic or magnets involved. My orbs are connected to me as I am connected to them. My concentration and energy is what allows them to move, among other things."

With a small wave of his hand, the mala began rolling back to Zenyatta, floating lazily into the air before they were settled around his neck. The orb in Genji's hand lifted to join the others while Genji watched with rapt attention. Leaning forward, Genji let out a sound of excitement.

"That's so cool! So you're pretty much controlling them with your mind?" He asked, looking up at Zenyatta.

"In a way…"

"What else can you do with them?" Genji was practically bouncing with excitement, his hand reaching out to brush the mala.

Zenyatta shifted in his seated position, looking off to the side. "Well… I can tell you… But you must promise me not to tell anyone else. I am afraid of the negative backlash it may cause if such knowledge got out. There are many that still do not trust Omnics, learning the abilities I have just might further their fears, which is something I never wish to happen."

Genji thought it made sense, so he had no problem agreeing. Grinning at Zenyatta, Genji offered a reassuring laugh. "Don't worry, I won't tell a soul. After all, you haven't told my secret, it's only right I give you the same amount of courtesy."

The relief that came off of Zenyatta was evident in the way his body seemed to lose some of its tension. Zenyatta tilted his head in a smile, one that Genji mirrored. "Thank you, Genji. I trust you to keep it a secret."

With wide eyes, Genji watched as Zenyatta held out his hands. Two orbs broke off from the chain around his neck, each one settling into the palm of his hands.

"Besides being able to make them move and levitate, I tend to use them in combat or to provide aid when the need arises."

A few words stuck out to Genji, but the main one he focused on was combat. "Wait wait, combat? You fight?"

Humming, Zenyatta took a moment to figure out how he wanted to word this. "Yes… I am not like Mondatta when it comes to pacifism. Though he would rather use words to settle disputes, I am aware that sometimes you cannot do anything with words if the other party refuses to listen. But I do not always chose to fight first, like Hibiscus. I only fight if there is no other option left that I have yet to try. I would rather avoid violence if I can help it, but I am not afraid to fight if it means protecting those in need."

Genji slowly nodded his head, digesting the information. "That's… Really awesome of you."

Chuckling, Zenyatta mumbled a thank you before continuing. "While in combat, I can throw them at my opponent. And while that does hurt, it is not the only option I have should I need to be on the offensive. I can avoid using them altogether and just fight in hand-to-hand combat, but I am rather rusty when it comes to that. Another thing I can do is provide an Orb of Discord."

Suddenly the orb in his left hand turned a dark, ominous purple colour. It pulsed sickly, giving Genji enough bad vibes that even his Dragon was hissing at the dark energy radiating from it. Genji, his curiosity getting the better of him, tentatively reached a hand out to touch it. He didn't even brushed the orb before Zenyatta was holding it away from Genji, shaking his head as if to say "no touching".

"On the other hand, if an ally is in need of aid, I can provide them an Orb of Harmony." As he said this, the orb in his right hand took on a golden glow. Genji instantly felt warmth radiating from the orb, the pulsing from it seeming inviting and gentler than its counterpart.

Genji's Dragon quickly urged him to touch the warm one, but Genji hesitated in order to look at Zenyatta for permission. "What's it do?"

Zenyatta inclined is head towards Genji, the orb coated in purple losing the venomous colour and returning to its faint blue hue. The orb floated back to Zenyatta's neck while the golden one lifted from his hand. With a small push of his hand, the orb floated over Genji and hung just above his shoulder.

As Genji looked up at it curiously, he was instantly bathed in a tantalizing warmth that did wonders for his aching body. He let out a groan of delight, slumping in on himself. It was like the knots and bruises coating his body were slowly being worked out with warm, gentle hands. He sighed blissfully, instantly missing the warmth when the orb pulled away in order to return back to the others.

"An Orb of Harmony can heal physical wounds if they aren't too severe, or they can simply boost good feelings within whoever has the orb on them. An Orb of Discord is the opposite, it induces its holder to have purely negative feelings. Anything dark in their mind is brought to the surface and amplified." Zenyatta folded his hands on his lap again, humming. "My orbs do not affect me, however. My Orb of Discord does not incur dark feelings within me, but the same can be said about my Orb of Harmony. It cannot heal me should I need it."

Genji processed the information with awe written into the way he quirked his brow and his mouth hung open slightly. "That's… Seriously amazing!" Genji exclaimed, grinning so wide his cheeks hurt. But now that Genji thought about it, his cheeks were the only thing to hurt. His limbs didn't feel sluggish or sore, in fact there was only a dull ache! So that Orb of Harmony really did seem to heal his wounds!

Zenyatta chuckled at Genji's enthusiasm, "Again, thank you. And thank you for listening."

Suddenly, Genji felt his Dragon stir in excitement. Flashes of feelings and thoughts in his mind gave Genji an understanding of what had his Dragon so riled up. It wanted to see Zenyatta in combat. His Dragon wanted to see the way the monk would twist and turn, trying to dodge an attack or dishing out one of his own.

"We should spar!" Genji blurted.

Zenyatta's surprise was palpable, "Oh… Well… I'm not sure about that, Genji… I surly wouldn't be a decent opponent. I'm beyond rusty and-."

"Don't care," Genji said, cutting him off. "I can help you get better! Plus you'd also be helping me train! It's a win-win for the both of us!"

Though it was more of a win for Genji, seeing as how he wanted to see Zenyatta fight. Plus, what better way to have an "accidentally intimate" situation happen then during sparing? Genji had experience with such a thing, so he knew it'd work without a doubt.

Zenyatta still seemed hesitant, his unease present in the way his form was hunched. "I'm still not sure…"

"I promise it'll be fine! Here, how about this, we'll compromise!" Genji grinned, rocking forward in his eagerness. "If I continue to come here and join you in your nightly meditation, you have to promise we'll spar!"

Zenyatta had to admit it was a tempting offer, he wouldn't exactly mind the company. Though Mondatta would most likely blow a fuse if he learned Zenyatta was pretty much fighting the son of their host. Plus he would have to have Hibiscus with him or else Mondatta would be the one to insist on sticking by Zenyatta's side. Zenyatta loved his brother dearly, but even he could get fed up with Mondatta and how he could sometimes become slightly overbearing with his protectiveness.

"Please, Zen?" Genji clasped his hands in front of him, giving Zenyatta his best puppy-dog eyes. Batting his eyelashes pleadingly, Genji let out a few whimpers to try and seal the deal.

Zenyatta laughed at the display, unable to help himself. "You are incorrigible… But I admit defeat. Though remember that Hibiscus will have to join us. And knowing her, she'll insist on sparing as well."

Now that was interesting. Genji wouldn't deny that he also wanted to see Hibiscus fight, though not as much as he wanted to see Zenyatta. So, with a grin, Genji merely shrugged.

"Yeah, that sounds fine!"

With that settled, Genji eased back into a comfortable position, shaking out his shoulders. "Alright, let's get back to this meditation thing!" He grinned, a new fire burning through his veins.

A chuckle left Zenyatta as he too settled back into a proper lotus position. Genji peeked an eye open in order to watch how Zenyatta's form relaxed. Slowly his orbs descended from around his neck and began their chime-filled march around the Omnic. Genji bit his lip, it seriously was the coolest thing he's ever seen. Genji could only imagine how they'd look in a battle setting. He couldn't wait, anticipation prickling along his skin in delightful shivers.