Prompt from ShadeFireDragon: Hanzo somehow becomes a child with no recognition of his adult life. It's, like, life before he killed his brother and stuff. Do Overwatch trying to handle him, or maybe the dude's low-maintenance and Overwatch sort of just watches him. Add Genji for fun, if you want.
Prompts are CLOSED
…..…..
Nobody knew exactly how it happened.
Winston had assured them that all would go back to normal soon, once the spell wore off. In the meantime, a six-year-old Hanzo would just have to be kept under strict surveillance.
The first problem they ran into, was the fact that Hanzo's English wasn't brilliant at this age.
The second was the nightmares.
Yes, Hanzo had no conscious memories of his adult life, but his subconscious definitely seemed to know something.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Came the terrified child's scream in the middle of the night.
Everyone else was either asleep or on a mission.
Meaning that Genji was the only one available.
"Hanzo?" He cautiously crept into the room. When Hanzo had first been de-aged, he had been terrified of him, understandably so really. He moved closer to the bed, "Hey… you need to wake up."
Hanzo didn't seem to hear him, sobbing and screaming, head shaking frantically on his pillow, "NOOOOOOO!" he screamed, tears streaming down his face.
"Hanzo, wake up!" Genji begged, gently trying to shake him away. When the screaming continued, Genji threw caution to the wind and lifted the six-year-old into his arms, "Please wake up, please!"
And then he noticed the damp spot on the bed and pyjamas.
Whatever was terrifying his brother this much, had made him wet himself.
"NOOOOO!" Hanzo continued to scream, writhing in Genji's arms, as his breathing hitched and his eyes suddenly shot open, "NOOOOOOO!"
"I'm here… I'm here Hanzo."
Now that he was awake, Hanzo quickly released that it wasn't his Mother or Father holding him, and his little face crumpled into tears. "I-I'm scared! I'm scared!"
"There's no need to be scared. I won't ever let anyone hurt you."
"I hurt someone!" The child sobbed, looking up at Genji with big, round innocent eyes, "I really hurt someone."
"Who?"
"I-I don't know, but he-he-he was calling me brother!"
Genji felt a little bit sick.
Please, please say it wasn't so.
"It was just a dream." He hoped his voice wasn't shaking too much, "Just a really bad dream." He ran his hand soothingly up and down Hanzo's trembling little back, trying to comfort him.
He shouldn't be remembering that… he was just a child.
Hanzo hadn't stopped crying yet, the sound filling the small room and breaking Genji's heart even more.
"I'm here, I'm going to take care of you." He whispered, as he started to walk from one side of the room to the other, rocking the child and whispering reassurances, "I've got you."
Ten minutes later, Hanzo calmed down a little bit, but his eyes were still swimming with tears, his breathing still hitched in fear, little face red and blotchy from crying. "I-I don't wanna hurt anyone!" he sobbed in a trembling voice.
"You won't…" It was a lie, but hopefully the child wouldn't be able to sense that, "… you'll never hurt anyone." He sighed, "Try to get some more sleep, okay?"
"Nooooo… scared." Hanzo mumbled, despite rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"I know… but you don't have to be scared when I'm here, okay? No more bad dreams." He rearranged the pillows and covers on the bed, gently placing Hanzo back down, only for the six-year-old to cling onto him.
"I'm right here." Genji sighed, "I promise." He took a seat by the bed, humming an old Japanese lullaby that he vaguely remembered his Mother humming once upon a time, until Hanzo started to settle down, one thumb in his mouth as he whimpered.
It didn't take long for Hanzo to drop off, as Genji sighed in relief.
He needed the old Hanzo back.
His heart couldn't take this for much longer.
