A/N: This ended not where I intended :^) whoopsie-daisy~ Oh well. Hopefully this chapter satisfies you for a bit. I'm gonna try and get the next chapter out soon, but I'm going camping this weekend so posting may not happen... Maybe. If the camp grounds have wifi then probably! Not much to say for this chapter~ Oh well. Thank you all for your comments! They really do make me happy and wanna write faster! Hope you enjoy this chapter, thanks for reading!

Genji came back into awareness in bits and pieces, never awake long enough to make sense of anything. All he knew was that he felt numb and surprisingly light. After a while of waking up and passing out, Genji eventually felt a nudging in the back of his mind. It was his stupid Dragon, trying to drag him awake. At first he was tempted to swat the thing away and let sleep take him, but then an image flashed through his mind. It was of Zenyatta and the other monks being dragged away by men with tree symbols etched onto their back. That symbol, Genji instantly remembered what it was now. It was the Fujimoto clan symbol.

He shot up, eyes wide and a snarl begging to be ripped from his throat. Genji had to save Zenyatta and the others! They were in danger!

"Genji!"

The horse cry of his brother snapped Genji from his hazy rage. He blinked past the sudden dizziness that threatened to make him vomit. Turning to look at Hanzo, he took note of how ragged his brother looked. With his eyes a puffy red and a barely noticeable tremor wracking his frame. On either side of Genji lay Akira and Hikaru, the twin Dragons coiled protectively over Genji. They too had the same haggard look as Hanzo, though they began purring happily the moment Genji sat up.

Hanzo flung himself at Genji, wrapping him in a tight hug and mumbling something too low for his brother to hear. Genji assumed it might've been a thank you. He tried to ignore the painful way his ribs throbbed from Hanzo's relief-fuelled hug. His brother most likely needed this.

"How are you feeling? Does your head hurt? Your arm? Do you need anything?" Hanzo asked, letting go of Genji. He was already stepping away from the bed, moving around the room with a purpose.

It was then that Genji realized he was in his room, though there were some new additions. For starters there was an IV drip right next to his bed. And secondly, there were now two chairs, one having previously been occupied by Hanzo. The other chair was most likely where his father had been sitting, if Genji had to guess. Another addition was his bedside desk being cleared of everything and replaced with a pitcher of water, a glass Hanzo was filling, and a wide assortment of pill bottles.

He accepted the cup of water Hanzo had held out for him, gulping down two glasses before speaking. "The Fujimoto clan, they have Zen and the other monks. We've got to go save them." He rasped, voice scratchy despite the water he just drank.

Hanzo placed a hand on Genji's shoulder, almost like he could sense his brother was ready to spring out of bed. "Father and I are handling it, brother. They will pay for doing this to you."

"Well what are we waiting for? Let's go get them back!" Genji shifted, glaring when Hanzo refused to let go of his shoulder.

"You are in no condition to fight, Genji." Hanzo punctuated his statement with a frown. "You suffered head trauma, a broken arm, and several fractured ribs! You shouldn't even be up right now, let alone moving around!"

Genji looked down at himself, finally taking note of all the bandages littering his body. He then glanced at the white cast on his arm, how hadn't he noticed that before? Surprisingly Genji didn't feel that much pain and he had an inkling that it had nothing to do with medication. His Dragon gave an affirmed huff in the back of his mind, letting Genji know that it was trying to heal him as fast as it could. Genji needed to be fighting fit if he had any intention of saving the Shambali monks.

"Where's Oto-san? Is he getting the men ready?" Genji didn't bother telling Hanzo he was planning to go, it was obvious he was ready for a fight, broken bones or not. He was going to be the one breaking bones this time. Partially as revenge for his own wounds and the rest because they dared to kidnap Zenyatta.

Hanzo levelled a look at Genji, "No. Oto-san is in a meeting with the Elders."

At that, Genji's brows furrowed. "Elders? Why? What could those old fools possibly want at a time like this? Our guests have been kidnapped by an Omnic hating Yakuza leader! We'll be doing the world a favour by getting rid of them!"

"We're Yakuza too, Genji."

"Yeah, but we aren't Omnic haters. That makes us slightly better!" Genji argued, biting back a growl.

Before the brothers could delve into more bickering, the door to Genji's room opened. Tobikuma took note that Genji was awake and wasted no time in closing the door and quickly rushing to Genji's side. Though he was mindful of his son's wounds, Tobikuma still held Genji in as close to a crushing grip as he could get.

Genji's eyes widened at how Tobikuma's voice shook when he spoke, his body also quaking from the force of his emotions. "When I received the call that you had been attacked, I had feared… That I lost you."

He could tell Tobikuma had been afraid Genji had been attacked and killed like Kimiko. Hell, if Genji looked closer he could see the redness around Tobikuma's eyes that matched Hanzo's. The both of them had feared the worst: that Genji had been murdered and they were not there to protect him. Genji understood the fear, hell, even he was close to shaking. He could've died in that crash, it would have been so easy. But he didn't, he was alive and he was here.

Breathing in unsteadily, Genji returned the hug, though with only one arm since his other was currently in a sling. "I know Oto-san," He whispered, leaning back to look at his father, "But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is getting the monks back before Fujimoto does something to them!"

Tobikuma frowned, letting go of Genji yet still sitting on the side of his bed. "I'm afraid it isn't that simple, my son."

"What?! How is it not that simple?! They've wronged us, attacked us on our territory, attacked a Shimada. That gives us every right to retaliate!" Genji growled, his hand clenching into the blanket bundled in his lap. "Don't tell me those old coots talked you into not attacking!"

"Of course not, Genji. We have every intention of repaying them tenfold for their actions, but we can't possibly act now. The accident is currently being investigated, the last thing we need is for them to stick their noses in our business because we slaughtered an entire clan. It would be unwise to give them reason to look at us, even if it is to save the Shambali." Tobikuma sighed, hands folding over his chest.

Genji sputtered incredulously, "But we own the police?! Why should it matter if they investigate us or not?! They won't do anything!"

"We own the Hanamura police, Genji." Hanzo spoke, his tone grave. "But the investigation is not being done by our people. Overwatch has jumped at the chance to find the Shambali monks and figure out who had kidnapped them."

Genji paled and felt his stomach drop at the reveal that Overwatch was involved. The organization that was practically breathing down the Shimada clan's neck, waiting for them to slip up so they could take them apart and stuff them in jail. Of course Tobikuma would be forced to play as the innocent bystander. The father simply worried about his son being attacked and wanting justice done. However, there was a very prominent problem that caused Genji's anxieties to rise. Overwatch had rules, like any corporation being run by so many people. They probably wouldn't be able to do anything until it was too late.

"Oto-san, we still have to do something! They'll be killed if we don't! Overwatch shouldn't matter!" Genji was almost ready to beg his father to help. Anything to just get the Shimada leader to agree and take revenge against Fujimoto.

"Genji, my hands are tied. I cannot afford to slip up right now and give Overwatch a reason to investigate us as well."

"But Oto-san-"

"Genji." Tobikuma gave his son a look, both equal parts pained and firm. "There is nothing we can do without putting our clan in danger. We must… Let whatever happens, happens."

Genji felt his eyes sting, a lump forming in his throat. He let his gaze drift down to the bed sheets, his hand trembling as he came to terms with the fact that this might truly be it. That the last moment he had with Zenyatta was them on barely speaking terms. Genji didn't even have the chance to make up for the wrongs he had done.

Tobikuma reached out, placing a hand on Genji's shoulder and squeezing it. "I'm sorry. I truly am."

When Genji didn't respond, didn't even look at him, Tobikuma took that as a sign he should go. Standing, he sighed and nodding to Hanzo, flicking his head to the door. Genji needed some alone time to process this, both of their presence would not be welcome. Hanzo nodded, filling up Genji's cup of water once more before he exited with Tobikuma, his Dragons disappearing from sight once Hanzo was out of the room. Tobikuma lingered in the doorway, glancing at his son's defeated form. It pained him to see Genji like this, but there was nothing he could do, no matter how much he wanted to.

"I'm sorry, Genji."

"The Shambali's head of security," Genji spoke, eyes flickering up to Tobikuma. "Send him to me. I… Want to talk to him. He and I… Are in the same boat. Mondatta was to him… What Zenyatta was to me."

Tobikuma nodded, "Of course. Afterwards, please get some rest Genji."

"I will. Thank you, Oto-san." Genji mumbled, his vacant look sliding back to the blankets.

It took several minutes before there was a knock at his door. He called for them to enter, watching the blond security guard come into the room. At Genji's insistence, the man closed the door. He then bowed low, hands clenched into tight fists.

"Lord Shimada, I'm so sorry for you being put in danger. We should have kept a more secure environment, had cars flanking yours and the monks." He whispered, voice wavering slightly.

Genji waved a hand, staring at the man. "What's your name?"

He stood, back ramrod straight. "Alexander Smith, sir."

Nodding, Genji kept eye contact with the man. His blank look had melted away the moment Tobikuma had left, after all it was only an act. Did his father seriously think Genji would be ok with not trying to go and save Zenyatta? Of course Genji was going after him! With or without the help of his family.

Levelling an intense look at Alexander, Genji pursed his lips. "Will you help me in getting Mondatta and the other monks back? No matter the cost?"

Alexander, having removed his sunglasses the moment he entered Genji's room, returned the cool gaze with a look of his own. Without any hesitation he answered, "Of course, lord Shimada. What did you have in mind?"

Good, he had an ally on this matter. Genji had a feeling he knew who else would be more than willing to go on a rescue mission. "Get Juliet, the both of you will meet me in the alley next to Rikimaru's. From there we will make our way to Fujimoto's clan home. I will explain the plan once we get there."

Alexander nodded, taking this all in stride. "Sir, excuse my bluntness, but will you be able to go in your condition?"

Genji didn't bother to give him a clear answer, "Leave that to me. Now go."

Once Genji was alone in his room, he folded his legs underneath his body and closed his eyes as he began to meditate. He couldn't do this for long, he had to be quick. Instantly the warm breeze was brushing against his skin and when he opened his eyes, he was in the flower field. His Dragon was standing in front of him, its eyes glowing and its head bowed. The beast already knew what Genji was going to ask.

"I can't do this alone, spirit." Genji took a deep breath, "We both know that. In the state I'm in, I wouldn't be able to save Zenyatta even if they dangled him on a rope in front of me. I'm useless on my own. That's why I need you to help me. Lend me your strength, spirit. Our souls are already connected, so let us be a single being in both body and soul."

Tilting its massive head, the Dragon sighed through its nostrils. "You understand what you're asking, Sparrow? I can only aid you for so long before the strain on your body becomes too much. Combining our forms could exasperate your wounds."

"That doesn't matter." Genji lifted his chin, "Every moment we spend dawdling is another moment Zenyatta and the others are in danger. Spirit, you know as well as I do that Zenyatta takes priority over our own wellbeing. His safety is all that matters right now. I can deal with the consequences for my actions later."

The Dragon snorted at this, shaking its head in a mix of affectionate exasperation. "You are such a reckless hatchling. You're lucky I'm so fond of you."

Grinning at that, Genji spread his arms wide to the beast. "Well? Get to it then, Zenyatta needs us."

Rearing back on its hind legs, the large serpent parted its jaws. The bubbling of smoke spilled from its parted mouth, but the familiar green flames didn't appear yet. Suddenly the Dragon pushed off and charged at Genji. It slammed into his chest, body disappearing into him as it connect with his body.

Genji dug his feet into the ground, unwilling to be taken off his feet from the force. He grit his teeth, feet dragging through the dirt as he was pushed back. Once all of Genji's Dragon disappeared inside him, he struggled to stand on wobbly legs. Genji breathed in deep, smoke leaving his mouth on his exhale.

He shook out his body, feeling a burning sensation spread from his tattoo. It hurt, but not badly enough that Genji was unable to stand it. The Shimada lifted his head, feeling a change overtake his body.

His eyes flashed a blazing emerald and his pupils contracted, turning into reptilian slits. A scattering of green scales appeared along his cheeks and down his neck, disappearing under the collar of his shirt. Up Genji's arms more of those scales spread just as the tips of his nails lengthen to deadly claws. He worked his jaw, his canines suddenly feeling a little too big for his mouth.

Looking down at his body, Genji whistled in awe. "Woah, you weren't kidding! We did combine bodies. I've got your scales and everything."

His Dragon snorted, saying something about that not being the only thing Genji had. At that admission, he quickly twisted so he could try and look at his back. Unable to see anything, Genji let out a small sigh of relief.

"Oh thank God, I didn't grow a tail."

Clenching his hand into a fist, Genji grinned. "Well now that we're all set, let's go get those monks back!"

As Genji closed his eyes to leave his mind, he missed the golden Dragon that stood at the edge of the treeline. It seemed to watch him in amusement, even as he disappeared from view. Turning back around, the Dragon purred, walking deeper into the woods, a blooming of purple flowers popping up from where it stepped.

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Genji opened his eyes, feeling power flowing through his body in subtle, thick waves. It filled him with energy, his senses sharpening farther than they ever had before. He sniffed the air, catching all different kinds of scents. There was the lingering musk of Tobikuma and Hanzo, an even fainter whiff of Alexander.

Sitting up in his bed, Genji looked down at his body. He took note that he looked just as he did in his mind, decorated in scales like that of his Dragon. He stood from his bed, not feeling dizzy in the slightest. Genji flexed his hands, pulling his arm out of the sling. He took a deep breath, wondering if this worked. His body tingled and he felt his Dragon purr encouragingly.

Holding his breath, Genji dragged a clawed finger along the cast, causing it to splinter and crack from how sharp Genji's nails were. They were like their own kind of blade, no doubt able to rip through flesh like it was butter. Keeping that thought for later, Genji ripped at the cast with his free hand.

It broke and, as Genji began tentatively moving his previously injured arm, he realized that it felt completely healed. He didn't spend long admiring the suddenly fixed bone, he just didn't have the time. For all he knew, his healed wounds were only temporary and, once he and his Dragon split bodies, those wounds would resurface. Genji pulled off his other bandages and clothes, going into his closet and pulling out his ninja attire perfect for stealth.

As he was getting dressed in the black material, Genji chanced a glance at his reflection in his mirror. He paused at what he saw, eyes widening. It was as if his tattoo had migrated, the image spreading from his back to expand over his shoulders and coil around his chest and stomach too. He frowned but said nothing, he could admire the changes to his body once Zenyatta's life wasn't at stake.

Genji piled on his weapons, slipping shuriken into the many hidden pouches of his outfit. Grabbing a hold of his Wakizashi, Genji stared down at the blade for a moment before attaching it to his waist. He had no time to go and retrieve his katana from the dojo, this would have to do. He had to leave before Hanzo or Tobikuma thought to come and check up on him.

Grabbing a black scarf along the way, Genji wrapped it around his neck and lower face before leaving through the window. It would do him good to cover up his face. The less people that can point a finger to Genji, the better. His identity had to remain hidden, for his sake as well as the clan's. Genji wasn't stupid, he knew that Overwatch sticking their nose in the investigation was a serious matter. So Genji was going to avoid giving them a reason to accuse his father of anything. Besides, even if his identity was revealed, no one would believe them. Genji was supposed to be bedridden, after all. The scarf was just an added measure of protection.

He stuck to the shadows, becoming one with them and melting away from view. It didn't take long for Genji to reach the wooden walls separating the compound from the rest of Hanamura. Keeping low, Genji waited till there was a gap in the guards patrolling. He shot forward when he saw his chance, scaling up the wall and dropping to the other side with practiced ease.

With his escape from the compound executed perfectly, Genji wasted no time in climbing atop a building. He used it to keep from sight, vaulting from roof to roof and traveling above ground. The ninja made it to the alley rather quickly, his feet barely making a sound across the roof. He peeked down into the alley, assessing that Juliet and Alexander were indeed there.

The both of them were dressed in all black, the two even wearing a pair of black gloves. Smart, they wouldn't leave finger prints like that. They wore sunglasses, as Genji suspected they would. What was with security guards and shades?

Wasting no time, Genji dropped from the roof and into the alley, landing in a crouch. To their credit, Juliet and Alexander only jolted slightly at his entrance. Even with the shade the alley was being thrown into, it was easy to tell Genji didn't look the same as before, especially when he stood up. Alexander opened his mouth, almost as if he wanted to comment on Genji's lack of a broken arm, his green scales, and his glowing eyes, but then he closed his mouth. They had more important things to talk about at the moment.

"So, what's the plan?"

Surprisingly it was Juliet who spoke, though her icy tone barely covered the amount of rage she must've been feeling. Her entire body was pulled taut, ready to spring into action at the drop of a hat. The movement of her hands flexing close to her hips brought Genji's eyes towards the gun holstered there. A standard issue pistol, simple and perfect for little hassle.

Nodding to himself in satisfaction, Genji's green eyes flickered between the two. "We'll reach the Fujimoto's clan within the hour, after that I will sneak in and make an opening for the two of you to get in. From there I'll track down the monks, eliminating anyone that gets in our way. I want to keep stealth at a high, so I'll be going ahead and carving out a path for you guys. If they sound an alarm, only then are you to engage. When we escape I specifically want you guys stationed in front of the monks. I can handle anyone behind us or trying to flank, so I'll leave getting them out to you."

"Understood," Alexander nodded. "And our alibi should the media question who freed them?"

"I thought of this," Genji grinned beneath his scarf. "We're simply three vigilantes who hate to see such good monks being attacked by dastardly yakuza. If anyone asks where you two were, easy. You were sticking within the compound, guarding the bed-ridden Shimada who suffered injuries during the kidnapping. After all, it would do no one good if I was kidnapped as well."

Juliet snorted, amused at the way Genji fluttered his eyes and placed a hand over his heart like a distressed damsel. Shaking her head, she sighed and placed her hands over her hips.

"Alright already, let's get on with it."

She was right, they had to move. Genji stuck with them, leading the two of them through all the winding alleys. He knew Hanamura like the back of his hand, so as any good ninja he knew the best ways to sneak around the place. In no time at all they had reached the main house to the Fujimoto clan. Their symbol was etched onto the stone of the large gate, proudly broadcasting just who it was that lived there.

Genji rolled his eyes, obviously they were trying to copy the décor of the Shimada estate, only with a few minor changes to exclaim that they were "original". It would do his family good to have these pests eradicated. Though Genji didn't really care much for his family's shadier business, he still knew this would help his family with more sales. After all, a competing yakuza clan was just wiped out overnight. There was no question about it, Genji had every intention to slaughter those involved with the kidnapping. From the way his Dragon growled in the back of his mind, it also had the same craving for blood.

Pausing for a moment in their secluded hiding spot, Genji only thought for a second about summoning his spirit. It would make the fighting much easier and besides, at least this way they could cover more ground. So, without any prompting, Genji summoned his Dragon.

Very rarely did he utter the words to call upon it in a battle setting. He had never had a reason to do it, so he never knew what would happen. Next to him, the air shimmered for a moment and suddenly the Dragon formed by a wave of green fire, the flames pooling down and creating the body before moving up to end at the tip of the tail. The spirit that appeared next to him was transparent, but barely. It glowed green, wisps of harmless emerald fire floating from its form. The beast was a few heads taller than Genji, even as it stood on all fours. The Dragon's whiskers whipped along an invisible current of air, the maw of the great beast parted and giving it the appearance of a grin.

Both Juliet and Alexander did jump at the appearance of the Dragon, the two sticking close to the wall out of survival instincts. Genji paid them no mind, offering no explanation for the sudden appearance of a spiritual green Dragon. He instead held out a hand to the beast and smiled as it touched its snout to his hand. A growl grumbled in the back of its throat, Genji mimicking the sound, able to produce it just as well as his spirit.

"Let's go and get the Shambali back."