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!
We want to say thank you to all, who continue reading this story and hope you will continue to enjoy it.
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.
Chapter 5: Carrot (Genji x Shizuka)
»You can stop glaring at me now«, the cowboy demanded after a while.
Genji only shrugged. »Nothing else to do here.«
»Then find something to occupy your time.« And just like that he went back into the bathroom to finish shaving.
Genji was miffed. It wasn't his choice to be here. The least the other could do, was to provide some entertainment. »I can barely move. So you have to entertain me, cowboy.«
A snort from the bathroom was his answer. »The hell I will.«
»Oh come on. Even if you shave, I doubt any girls will be impressed by your cowboy costume«, he threw back. The whole thing was just too ridiculous in his eyes. His comment brought the other back with a glare. Genji couldn't keep the smirk off his face at the outraged look on his face.
»Pah! What do you know anyway?«
The Shimada's smirk grew wider. »Enough«, he answered, smugness dripping from his voice.
Now the cowboy was smirking too. »Sure.«
The sarcastic tone was something he couldn't let slide so easily. »I'm sure, I had more women than you«, he preened.
A challenging glint entered the other's eyes at his statement. »Are you challenging me? Cause you're gonna lose. Big time.«
Genji chuckled, leaning against the wall. »Oh really? Even with whoever you will have a fling next, you won't be able to beat my high score.«
The cowboy wasn't impressed at all. »High score? And for your information: I am a gentleman!«
He barely suppressed the snort at that. »Gentleman? Don't make me laugh.«
»Hey, you have never even seen me charming a lady!« He puffed up his still bare chest.
»Charm? If you tell me now that you fall in love with the women too, I am going to lose it.«
»Oh no. I'm too young to settle down just yet, but in the future and with the right one … doesn't sound so bad«, the cowboy said with a small smile.
A dry snort escaped Genji. »You don't really believe that, do you?«
The scowl on his face said it all. »You're just jealous that you haven't found such a person yet.«
Genji replied with the words his father used to say to him and his brother. »Love is something for fools. Such a thing doesn't exist.« It would only leave you open to get hurt. And an assassin can't have that weakness …
The other was silent for a short moment. »Says you, but I guess you Shimadas weren't taught to love … only to destroy … «
Genji tried hard not to react physically in any way. The cowboy had no idea how accurate his guess was. »Indeed«, he finally pressed out. »They didn't let us … They separated us from our mother, saying she would only turn us into weaklings. They did many things … especially to my brother – the heir.«
The cowboy's expression was grim. »I heard about some of those things. The yakuza really are a bunch of sick bastards.«
Genji nodded curtly. »I tried to forget those things whenever I had the chance. Then it was just Sake, Panchiko and … well … women … Through all that I never realized what had become of my brother until it was too late.«
»Because forgetting doesn't make the situation disappear«, the other replied with a grave expression, »but now you are free of them. You can oppose them now.«
At that, Genjis eyes snapped to him. He isn't wrong. »I want to bring them down. For my mother … for the boy my brother once was.«
A dry grin lifted the cowboy's expression. »Great. We want to get rid of them too. So why don't you help us?«
Genji glared at him. »And how do I know, you won't do the same with me, afterwards?«
The cowboy shrugged. »Simple: We're the good guys here. Besides, there are a lot of ex-criminals here, too. So relax«, he stated.
Genji was not convinced and let out a dry laugh. »Everyone either hates or fears the Shimada. And I'm someone related to them by blood. Trusting you would be a bad idea on my part.«
The other replied nonchalant: »We're only going to kill you, if you give us a reason to. There's nothing more to it.«
A wry smirk made it onto the Shimadas lips. »Actually wouldn't mind it right now. Better than … that … «, he pointed down to the new metal limbs, consuming almost all of his body.
»Beats being dead, I guess«, the cowboy replied. Then he suddenly smirked suggestively, »and our head healer being nice to look at is a bonus.«
Genji couldn't help it, he laughed out at the absurdity of the statement. »That blond devil?!« No amount of boobs could atone for that attitude!
The cowboy only stared at him. »She walks around with giant angel wings all the time!«
Genji waved him off. »Wings don't make an angel.«
»Her nickname is Mercy for heaven's sake! What more do you want?«, the other threw back.
He would have answered, but something in the cupboard caught his eye. »What is that?«
He couldn't take his eyes of the many familiar looking bottles. The Shimada was one hundred percent sure they contained alcohol. He tried to get a closer look, but the cowboy suddenly stood in front of them, obstructing his view.
»My private stash. So paws off, pal!«
His hopes of finally getting some distraction smashed, Genji fell silent, glaring at the wall.
The cowboy sighed. »Fine. I can smuggle you something back the next time I'm out.«
Hopes rising again, he looked up, eager. »Even Sake?«
That just earned him a puzzled look. »What the heck is that?«
»Only the most delicious thing in Japan«, he answered back, shocked that the other man had never heard of it.
He only shook his head. »God, you Japanese people are crazy. But alright, I will see what I can do.«
With the prospect of Sake, Genji was much more open, but he still knew that nothing in this world was for free. »What do you expect from me in return?«, he asked with suspicion.
»Just stay away from my precious babies, got it?«, he replied with another glare.
Reluctantly, he nodded. The Sake was worth the wait, even if it would be quite the challenge. »Deal.«
For a while there was silence. Genji still wasn't so thrilled to make small talk with an enemy and he guessed the other was in the same boat.
The cowboy grabbed a shirt from a nearby chair, lightening up his left arm for the first time. It made Genji do a double take. Where his left arm should have been, there was a metal prosthetic. He couldn't help but ask: »Where did you get them?«
It took a while for the cowboy to follow his stare down to his arm. »On a mission. Didn't go as planned. Something blew up and took my arm with it. Wouldn't have made it, if it weren't for my team. I was a lucky bastard.« With that he continued dressing, as if weren't a big deal.
»I see«, he replied flatly. Genji couldn't relate at all.
»Yeah, it was strange getting used to at first, but everyone around here helped.« A grin lightened up his face. »I don't even notice it anymore.«
The Shimada was skeptical. He highly doubted it would be the same with him. After all, almost my whole body is gone …
Something like a single arm he could've handled, but …
»Something wrong?« The cowboys question ripped him out of his depressive thoughts. »No … yes … I don't know«, he finally answered.
The other stared at him, as if waiting for something, before he moved again. »You have plenty of time to figure it out«, the cowboy said, while putting on his still ridiculous hat. »I have to go now. Don't touch my stuff or else … «
A dark glare was shot Genjis way. He longingly looked at the bottles in plain view. »Not even one gulp?«, he asked with a pleading voice.
»No, and trust me: I will know.«
Disappointed he leaned back.
The cowboy gave him a last stern look, before he nodded. »Good. See you later then … How should I call you? Shimada? Or Genji?«
He didn't look at him, staring at the wall. »Genji Shimada is dead … and it's better, if it stays that way.«
»As you wish. But I can hardly keep calling you 'pal'«, the other responded.
Genji only shrugged. »I wouldn't mind. As long as it's not something ridiculous.«
»Have it your way.« Suddenly he chuckled. »Maybe I should start calling you 'carrot'.«
Genji snapped up, his worst glare in place. »Hell no?!«
The cowboys smirk was positively evil. »But you really looked like one on the photos.«
»Eh?!« Genji outright gaped at him. Photos, what photos?! His expression seemed so hilarious it made the cowboy almost double over from laughing. »Overwatch has been spying on your little cherry-castle for over a year now.«, he stated, »Of course that includes pictures of the higher ups – you and your family.«
»But what has that to do with me supposedly looking like a carrot?!«, he demanded.
Still slightly chuckling the cowboy answered. »You may know how to wield a sword, but you are completely colorblind, mate. Plus that hairstyle was not helping at all.«
Genji glared at him. »That is not true! All the girls thought I looked hot!«
»Believe what you will«, the evil smirk was back, »Actually not a bad idea, calling you carrot. Would solve the name problem«, the cowboy said, already on his way out.
»Don't you dare!«, Genji yelled after him. But all he got as response was an even louder laugh.
Grumbling, he leaned back. Although for some reason he wasn't angry or annoyed.
Maybe the cowboy isn't such a bad person after all …
A knock sounded on the door, waking Genji from his fitful slumber. Immediately a terrible headache assaulted him, reminding the Shimada that he went a little overboard last night. With a groan, he buried himself back into the blankets, trying to slip back into the blessed grip of sleep. Too bad for him the knocking was persistent.
»Jesse? Genji? Are you awake?«, he heard the voice of the young healer drone in his ears, followed by more knocking. »Can I come in?« Every knock she made was pounding away on his poor head. »Argh … that sound could wake every sleeping dragon …«, he muttered into the pillow, hands over his head.
Next to him he could hear his drinking buddy hastily trying to get rid of the evidence. »Fine«, he said after getting rid of the worst of the mess.
Although in their hungover states they had forgotten one simple thing: It was already midday outside. »No! Not the door! No light!«, he tried to warn her. Too late. In unison both men slapped their hands in front of their eyes, releasing agonized sighs. That light spilling in from the opened door was pure evil!
The young woman standing in the doorframe could only stare confused at the two. »Gods, what did you do?«, she exclaimed. Shizuka hurriedly sat aside the food she had brought with her. These two looked like they had been through hell.
»Well … it was ... «, McCree started. »A long night … «, Genji finished.
A weak chuckle could be hear from the cowboys bed. »You can say that again, pal.«
An exhausted sigh followed those words, showing the two suffering men, that the woman in the room was very aware of what they had been doing. »I guess I should have seen this coming when I left him with you, Jesse«, she said with a reprimanding tone.
»I thought the lad could use some … distraction«, the cowboy defended himself.
Genji piped in. »Indeed. Gods, this is the worst headache I ever had! What was that stuff?«, he wanted to know.
McCree smirked drily. »Whiskey, mate. And we had it pure.«
Another groan slipped past Genjis defenses. »Why didn't you put it on the rocks then?«
A glimpse to his partner in crime revealed him to be half sitting and half leaning against the frame of his bed. »Had none here«, McCree answered. A rustling of long cloth told Genji that the other occupant of the room had stood up again and was moving towards the door. »I will go and get the hangover remedy from Mercy while the two of you eat something.« Even though she spoke normally, it still sounded like she was shouting right into his poor ears. Genji slowly turned his head to McCree. »They actually have something like that?«
»Didn't I tell you?«, came the weak reply.
»Really? I thought it was just your way of keeping me drinking … «
They looked at each other before they simultaneously burst out laughing.
»Well … that went better than expected«, the cowboy said, still chuckling. The Shimada stared at his new drinking buddy. »You seem to be okay, cowboy.«
The man gave him a grin. »You're not so bad yourself, ninja.«
He looked down on his metal hands once more. »More like some kind of cyborg … «, he said after a while.
McCree followed his look. »A cyborg-ninja. That sounds kinda cool.«
Genji only raised an eyebrow. The man before him really was a strange fellow. He wanted to answer but in this moment the door opened again. The small woman entered again, two bottles in her hand. Genji really hoped for his poor heads sake that those would work like promised. Gratefully he took the offered medicine and downed it in one go.
As she also gave the cowboy some, she added: »Jesse, have you done something to annoy Gabriel again? Because he is looking for you.«
»Oh no! Don't tell him where I am!«, he groaned.
Genji was puzzled. »Who is Gabriel?«, he asked, feeling the remedy taking effect already.
The slender woman turned back to him, a strange look on her face. »Gabriel Reyes is the commander of Blackwatch. You have met him briefly together with our captain.«
As he tried to remember McCree spoke up too. »He's that really bad tempered guy with the beanie.«
Now Genji remembered. A dark growl vibrated in his the other two didn't notice his bad reaction.
»Oh come on, Jesse. He isn't so bad«, the girl said.
»Just because he has a soft spot for you«, the cowboy grumbled. »Nevertheless, you better keep your head down and out of his way«, he continued with a serious look to the Shimada.
A dark smirk tainted Genjis lips. »Or he should with me.« A Shimada feared no-one. Especially not someone like that.
»You will not fight each other, you hear me?«, his healer spoke up.
Genji scoffed. »Can't promise you that. This guy wants me dead more than anything in the world. And I won't wait for him to try just that.«
A sigh was heard from the woman. »He is just wary of you. Given enough time he will come around.«
»No offense, sweety. But I highly doubt that would ever happen. Not with Gabriel's attitude«, McCree said. »He will never accept him and you know that.«
But at the glare thrown at him he shrank back a little. And even though the situation was serious, Genji had to hide a smile at the scene.
She crossed her arms a stubborn look on her face. »Too bad for him he has no choice about it. He can get mad all he wants, but I won't let him.«
And somehow Genji believed her. She may not look like it, but this little woman could be a force to be reckoned with if she wanted to be.
»Nevertheless be careful«, the cowboy urged her. »with the both of them«, he added after another look to Genji.
The Shimada had a hard time not to be offended at that. He thought he had already proven that he would not hurt the woman standing in front of him.
For a while she was silent. »I know«, she finally said.
Genji had the feeling that something more was going on between them. Something he had no idea about, but whatever it was seemed important.
Their tense silence was finally broken by McCree, standing up. »I'll better find somewhere else to hide from that cunt. See you two later.«
With that he walked out, followed by a disapproving stare from the young woman.