PoVs/Protagonists/Couples:
Hanzo (character belongs to Blizzard) x Ýri (OC)
Genji (character belongs to Blizzard) x Shizuka (OC)

WARNING: This story will be a very long one, full of dialogs, drama and violence as well as grammar mistakes because none of the authors is a native English speaker. And it is for mature audiences only!

SIDENOTE: For the ones primary interested in Hanzo's story parts: You will have to be patient a little longer, since in our storyline nothing really interesting will happen to him until after the fall of Overwatch.

[This chapter has been edited in September 2018]

Chapter 2: Awakening (Genji & Shizuka)

Black.

That was all he saw. He floated amidst a sea of darkness, not knowing where he was or how he got here.

Was he dead? Was he alive? He did not know. What was his name? He did not remember.

The only thing he was certain of was that he was alone. This place was completely empty even though it felt like the darkness was trying to drown him with all its might.

And it almost succeeded several times.

He did not know why, but he struggled each time. Somehow, he didn't want to go where it tried to take him.

Yet he didn't want to be alone any longer either. It was a foreign and painful feeling.

So, he tried calling out into the black. Maybe someone was out there who could hear him, but when he opened his mouth nothing came out.

And yet he was heard.

A warm light visited him in his vast and lonely prison. Its appearance so sudden, but its presence was so familiar as if he had found a part of him he didn't even know was missing. He did not care where it came from, only that its gentle glow chased away the loneliness inside him.

At least for as long as it was there. It would stay with him for a little while and then just as suddenly it appeared it would vanish again, leaving him alone once more.

He didn't like that at all, so he tried chasing the light, tried to follow it, but every time he had no luck. He wanted to shout in frustration, but his voice was lost amongst the darkness.

Since he had no other choice, he waited. For the gentle presence to return, for the blackness to end, for his memories to return.

He waited for a lot of things it seemed.

And then the light was back. Whenever it returned he could feel it a little more strongly, just a little more alive and he desperately wished to get closer.

As it danced around him it whispered things on the edge of his hearing he never quite understood, but which made him feel comforted all the same.

So, he fought, to get out of this godforsaken place and return to where the light was urging him to be.

And he was a damn good fighter, if he said so himself.

Wait, why do I know that I am a good fighter?

The light pulsed, as if to encourage him. So, he tried even harder.

And suddenly the blackness began to fade while his mind awoke for the first time in who knows how long.

For a moment he had to stop to orient himself, to realize he truly was awake.

He opened his eyes. First one, then the other and blinked. A blinding white light assaulted him. It was such a stark contrast to the darkness he just escaped from that he had to close his eyes once more. His head pounded like someone had assaulted it with a sledgehammer. But one after another, memories came pouring back.

His name was Genji Shimada, he was twenty-four years old. Little brother to Hanzo Shimada, heir to the great Shimada Empire, … and the one who had tried to kill him.

At this realization panic began to set in. He tried to jump off the bed, but for some reason his body wouldn't obey his command. All he managed was an awkward wiggle.

»Woah, careful!«, a voice rang sharply in his ears, making his head snap towards the source.

There was a woman, small, strangely white hair and deep blue eyes, standing by his bedside. She reached for him and instinctively he tried to dodge her, but that ended up much as his first attempt. So he could do nothing as she brought him back under control and put his body into its former position on the what he now realized was a medical bed.

He stared at her, hoping to convey his annoyance through his eyes. But then he stopped. Yes, he felt annoyance towards her, but no threat. Confused he tried to figure out why.

»Hey, are you ok? Can you hear me? Are you in any pain?«

The young woman continued trying to speak to him, but he drowned out her words and instead concentrated on her voice. Where have I heard it before? It took several moments, but then it was as clear as day. She was the warm presence he had felt in the black void he had been trapped in.

»Genji please, talk to me«, she finally begged. At the sound of his name he finally looked up to her again.

»W-where … ?«, he rasped and immediately broke off in shock. Instead of the pleasant baritone voice he expected, only a robotic screech reached his ears.

She looked at him in pity, an emotion he had too often seen on that bastard brother of his. Oh, how he loathed it.

»You are in the medical bay in the Zurich headquarters of Overwatch«, she told him softly.

Ripped from the brief fantasy of driving his blade through Hanzos gut like he had done to him, he paused.

Wait, did she just say Overwatch?

Great, did that mean he survived only to land in the clutches of that goody-two-shoes organization? Genji wanted to groan. Just his rotten bad luck at work here.

»Why?«, he whispered, still hoping the metallic sound had nothing to do with him. Too bad there were no mirrors for him to take a look at his throat. Or at his body for that matter, since he couldn't seem to move it at all. Although that he passed of as exhaustion after what seemed like a long period of unconsciousness.

»Why did I save you? Or why are you here?«, she asked in return.

»Both«, he pressed out and filed away the information that it was her who had saved him.

Suddenly the memory came back in a flash. Her white hair and soft features when she had leaned over him. Her beautiful voice as she whispered what he believed to be comforting words. There had been some sort of glow around her, so that in his delirium he confused her with a tenshi – an angel.

Genji tried not to blush. Such sweettalk was not his thing at all, even though he admitted that she had something ethereal surrounding her. It felt comforting and he was drawn to it, but immediately denied the notion and dismissed it from his brain. He had more important things to worry about.

She obviously belonged to Overwatch, if the logo on her chest was anything to go by. That made her the enemy.

»You are here in Zurich to heal and as for the other … that is my reason alone«, she said. He rolled his eyes, condescending little girl. Did she really believe that he would be okay with half-assed answers?

But more pressing matters needed answering. So, he fixed her with his best obey-me-stare. The one he had learned from his brother. Damn bastard had it down perfectly.

»Why can't I move my body?«, he demanded to know.

Now she looked away, her whole body displaying shyness. It looked strangely cute- stop that right now!

»To keep you alive … we, well … argh, we had to remove most of your limbs!«

»W-WHAT?!« he screamed hysterically. Immediately she forced him to back down when he tried to take a look at his body.

Genji tried to fight her off, but his arms wouldn't move!

»Calm down!« she shouted, which he completely ignored. Finally, she managed to trap his face between her hands and made him look at her.

»Calm down.« she repeated with a sharp tone that had him obey her against his will. Her eyes were very blue he noted absentmindedly. And her hands were so soft and small compared to his.

Goddammit, there are more important things to worry about right now!

Yet he didn't move … not like he could anyway.

»Shhh … there is no need to freak out. I can push you up so that you can look at yourself, but only if you let me. Is that ok?« she asked, still in that soothing tone.

He nodded, slowly as not to make the headache still pounding behind his temples worse.

Almost carefully she reached out and heaved him up. Genji felt more like a lump of dead meat than an actual person, when she struggled to put him into a sitting position. It did not help either, that she looked to be on the small and delicate side. He briefly wondered how she had even gotten him moved here in the first place.

Although that thought evaporated as he laid eyes upon his body for the first time – or more exactly what was left of it.

Instead of clothed flesh, he only saw white sheets. Both his legs were gone. Just gone. Stumps wrapped up tightly in bandages, that's was all that was left of them.

His breathing erratic, his gaze slowly traveled upwards. And for once the sick feeling in his gut was visible. At least the tubes and cables sticking out of his abdomen were. Genji was sure if he had anything in his stomach right now he would vomit it back up. He couldn't take the sight any longer and leaned his head away.

Unfortunately, it made him look directly at his right arm … or the space where it used to be. His eyes grew impossible wide and the scream got stuck in his throat as he saw the mess. His entire arm was gone! And part of his shoulder too!

Genji started hyperventilating.

No, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening! This is just a bad dream! It has to be!

At this point he didn't care that he was crying. He just wanted it to be over.

He fought against her hold in a mad daze, not caring that it tore the bandages apart. He didn't even feel the fresh blood that welled forth to taint the cloth deep red.

All he wanted was to make the pain stop, to forget what has been done to him.

He screamed out in pure anguish, his voice drowning out the frantic words of the woman by his side.

His heart beat so fast, he was sure it would hammer out of his ribcage and he even encouraged it. Maybe then this nightmare would finally end!

And then in the next second the world came to a standstill.

Genji looked down on his arm numbly. A syringe was sticking out of it. As he looked up again, the last thing he saw was a tall blond woman with a grim expression next to the horrified other one, before his eyes rolled back into his head.

And this time he welcomed the darkness that consumed him again.

Master was asleep again.

He was that so often lately that he and his brother began to get quite bored. Normally they would entertain themselves by witnessing the things their master did and reacting to them. But now that there was no input from outside, there was no action at all.

And a bored dragon was a dangerous dragon.

So he and his brother detached themselves from their masters back to explore the outside on their own.

The room was simple. Not decorations and no trinkets that made it look like a home. They both knew that kind of room very well over the years spend with their master. It was a room primary used for healing oneself.

And their master needed healing badly. It was a wonder he- they – had survived at all.

Aimlessly drifting around the empty room, he tried to find something worthy of the attention of a dragon. And found none.

That left him with the only one option. Annoying his brother.

The other dragon was twitchy for some reason and kept shooting glances at the door. He flew in erratic circles through the room and quite frankly was getting on his nerves. So he snarled at him to settle down. To which he snapped back meaning that he couldn't.

He wondered for a moment what took his brothers attention to the point of it almost taking an obsessive nature. Then he remembered that he didn't care in what kind of trouble his brother got. He himself was quite content with staying by his masters' side and guarding his currently vulnerable body.

He sniffed at the bandages that were a disturbing mix of white and red. He was no expert, but even he noticed the obviously missing things. A soft growl tore from him.

The one responsible would pay tenfold for this, that he knew. And he couldn't wait for it.

Suddenly the door opened. Both dragons' heads snapped in the direction, shrinking to the size of common house cats and crouching low to get out of the intruder's immediate line of sight.

It was the woman. The one who had been with their master when he had first woken up. And the one who had saved their lives. The dragon grumbled. That was still no reason to play nice with her. His master had made it clear, in the short moments he had been awake, to treat her with caution since she was an enemy.

A loud purr startled him. Did his brother seriously start purring when he spotted her? Thankfully the young woman didn't hear it or saw them. She just stepped to his master's side and began changing his bandages. At first he had tensed, but even he knew that his master needed the treatment and so he let her.

Instead he occupied himself by examining the woman.

And then he realized what it was his brother had sensed all along. Her spirit. It felt like a warm and comforting light reaching out to soothe their draconic temper. She felt like completion.

He joined his brother in purring in contentment.

Whoever that woman was, they certainly wouldn't let her leave again that easily.

By now she had finished with changing the bandages and was currently placing a cool cloth on his master's forehead. She seemed to care for their master's wellbeing more than was expected from an enemy. He purred louder. That was a good sign.

»Hey. I don't know if you can hear me, but the wounds you have ripped open again are healing nicely. So Dr. Ziegler said we can stop keeping you under soon.«, she spoke softly, even though he couldn't hear her in his state.

Still she took a seat next to his medical bed. And kept talking about her day, about recent news in the world and many nonimportant things. It was strange, but she truly seemed to care about his master.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught his brother moving. He seemed far more influenced by her presence than he himself was. He gave a warning growl, but it was too late.

His brother was already making a beeline for her. But his intention to curl around her shoulders was met with a well-timed staff to the face. He blinked as he tried to process what just happened.

Somehow the small woman had seen the dragon coming and whacked him over the head with the staff she had drawn from her lower back. And judging from his brother's whine, she had quite the swing as well.

A deep crackling chuckle arose from him. Served the idiot right for being so careless.

»W-What the-?! A dragon?«, she called out, obviously shocked from the way she was switching her gaze between the still whining dragon and his still sleeping master.

»But I thought you couldn't move around without your master being awake to control you.«, she added with a somewhat shaky voice.

He tilted his head. Was she afraid of them? Surely dragons, especially Shimada dragons, were fearsome creatures, but what his brother had intended was not an attack. No, what he had wanted to do was cuddle up to her, much to his chagrin. Just because he approved of her didn't mean they should stop being cautious. They still had to protect their master after all.

His brother rubbed his snout and then looked up to her with a pitiful squeak. He would have been horrified for witnessing such an embarrassing display, but the annoyed growl got stuck in his throat when the woman started to coo at his brother.

»Awww … I am sorry little guy. I thought you were trying to attack me.«, she spoke and leaned down to take a better look at his brother. Carefully she reached out her hand towards him. And he had to watch as his brother, a proud dragon, rubbed his head against her hand with a loud rumbling purr, demanding to be petted.

Oh the indignity!

By now the woman was all but fussing over him. She even took him up into her arms to cuddle with him. And from his brother's smug face, the bastard had planed all of it.

Sometimes he really thought it would have been better, if he was the only dragon serving his master. Two dragons were definitely too much. But somehow he couldn't stay mad at the infuriating other half. Since he had to admit, being petted by the woman with such a wonderful feeling spirit looked kind of nice.

He shook his head to get rid of the thought. He had to uphold his duty to protect his master and not indulge in such whims.

So he moved closer to his masters body, never letting the woman and his brother out of sight.

But just as he curled around his master's head, the woman's head snapped towards him.

»Another one?«, she exclaimed and stepped closer. He forced himself to threateningly growl at her. Just because he liked her didn't mean he would forget his pride as a dragon and his mission.

She froze and actually took a step back, her face taking on a fearful expression. His brother found himself tightly clutched against her chest, as if he could protect her like that.

Surprised by that stronger than expected reaction he stopped his growl. He had just wanted to warn her, not terrify her.

His brother just shot him a dirty look before he began purring again, hoping to calm the woman down again. He didn't have much luck judging form her still tense form.

At his brothers stare that screamed fix it now, he huffed and settled down. Feigning not being interested anymore seemed to do the trick and the woman slowly relaxed. She even began stroking the still purring idiot in her arms again.

With a quiet grumble he turned to look at his master and froze when two almost black eyes stared back at him.

In all that commotion none of them had noticed the changes in his master's body, but now it was obvious.

Genji Shimada was awake again.