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!
Now Hanzo's story really begins...
Chapter 17: All about money (Hanzo x Ýri)
The encounter with the Hikari shook him up like a blast from the past. All he could think of now were his brother and mother … both gone for good. And one by my own hands …
He fled into the Australian outback. But soon Hanzo had lost all hope to find Junkrat's treasure, so there was no point in staying. Once again he joined Talon. Not that he was thrilled to, but he needed the money badly. So he accepted Reaper sending him and Widowmaker on a contract in Washington.
A sudden movement in the corner of his eye made him tighten the grip on his Stormbow.
»Stay calm, 'Anzo. It is just me.«
He just grunted and turned away again. The blue-skinned woman's French accent gave him shivers of disgust. »So, what's in there for me? Decent payment?«, he asked.
»Highly paid indeed, chérie.«
»Good. Details?«
Widowmaker stepped up to him. »Two targets, so I am coming with you this time.«
He couldn't keep himself from rolling his eyes. »Don't need your help.«
»You do. A customer wants the strange Norseman killed, who is currently the captain of the president's guard – Sigúrd Ragnarfír.«
»Heard about him«, Hanzo muttered.
»Along with his daughter«, Widowmaker added.
»Still, I am perfectly able to take down both on my own.« He hated company. Especially hers.
»Don't worry, you can have all the money. I am just interested in a little target practice.«
Hanzo turned back to her. »Lead the way then. The sooner we get this done, the sooner I am able to leave.«
»You really want to leave us that soon?« Her hand reached for his shoulder. »You are breaking my heart, chérie.«
»You have none.« He frowned under her touch and quickly stepped away. »Just get the job done.«
To his surprise Widowmaker led him away from the White House into some kind of park.
»What do you want here?«, he asked, already missing the heights of the roofs.
»Chut!«, she hissed, scanning their environment with her rifle. »There they are.«
He squinted his eyes in the dark and finally found their targets amidst the trees. Just father and daughter silently talking to each other and somewhere the caw of a raven or a crow.
»We need to get closer«, he stated and Widowmaker gave him an affirmatively nod.
»You are going to their other side and aim for the girl«, she commanded.
»Fine with me«, he replied, already moving to his position.
Still, something did not feel right. The caw was getting louder and suddenly he lost sight of both their targets.
Where are they all of the sudden? Hanzo rose an eyebrow in confusion and lowered his bow again.
In this moment a young woman stepped out from behind a tree, glaring at him with light green eyes. Before he was even able to aim at her, something hit the back of his head with a loud caw and he accidently released the arrow. Hanzo could hear the woman gasping, when she dodged to the ground. His arrow did not hit her even at this close distance.
As he started to ask himself what might have happened, he already spotted one of his dragons protectively floating over her head, snarling at him – his master.
»You have to be kidding me!« He called for his second dragon, but that one did not even bother to appear. »What the- ?!«
Too busy to figure out his dragons' suddenly strange behavior he forgot about the young Viking at his feet, what he paid with a sharp pain to his knee, when she knocked him down with a well-aimed kick.
He crawled backwards, trying to get to his feet again and run from this terribly failed assassination attempt. I really messed this …
Widowmaker already left the place, but Hanzo did not get the chance to follow as a tall man with a long, red beard blocked his way – Sigúrd Ragnarfír.
»Not my daughter, you bastard!«
Hanzo ducked away from the axe's blow and the ancient northern story of Sigúrd the dragon slayer suddenly crossed his mind. He raised his bow as if he would wield a sword, but Sigúrd blocked it off only to kick him aside.
Sliding backwards, Hanzo choked on air for a brief moment before striking again and swiping the Viking off his feet.
»Don't you dare!«, he heard the woman crying from behind, but Hanzo managed to throw her against the nearest tree.
»Now you've gone too far, assassin!« Surprised by the strength of the Viking's blow Hanzo lost the Stormbow and was barely able to dodge.
The Shimada tried to stand straight again, but something hit his forehead hard. He was about to lose his balance when another blow hit him and he sunk to his knees.
»You tried to kill my daughter?! An innocent and unarmed woman?! Don't you have any honor left?!« The Viking towered over him already.
»With every death comes honor«, Hanzo answered with a bitter chuckle tasting his own blood on his tongue.
»And with every life comes new strength«, Sigúrd replied.
» … then kill me. I don't care.« The old northern European sagas about dragon slayers did not leave his mind.
»Gladly, but first you will talk!« The Viking's daughter yelled.
Hanzo did not even wince at her kick in his side. Nevertheless, the young woman proved much stronger than expected.
»Do what you have to, but you won't get anything out of me«, Hanzo answered, unconcerned. What does it matter anyways?
»You dishonorable piece of horseshit!«, the woman slapped his face.
»Ýri!« Her father's voice was calm and steady. »Leave him be. He is a broken man already.«
»You know nothing!« Hanzo hissed, despite knowing they were right. Indeed, I am. A broken, lifeless shell.
Sigúrd was insistently eyeing him. »You are no ordinary Talon agent. And I know that sigil … a circle of two dragons biting their tails … you are a Shimada … «
Hanzo didn't answer.
»And far from home«, Sigúrd continued. »Who are you?«
Hanzo remained silent.
But the Viking seemed to know already. »Hanzo Shimada, the one, who killed his own brother. Who fled his clan and is now roaming the world like a lone wolf, getting from one contract to another without a home or someone, who would give a fuck about you … «
Hanzo was frozen in place. How does he know?
»And neither do you give a fuck about your victims.« Hanzo noticed a slight change in Sigúrd's voice. »Aren't you tired of that?«
Finally, Hanzo looked up. »Excuse me?« I am tired of my whole being in fact …
Now Sigúrd was not answering, but he handed him back his bow instead.
Hanzo took it confused. »Why?«
»You are no evil man. Just a fool making the wrong choices. You are already broken and I am tired of killing. Especially in front of my daughter«, the Viking replied. He indeed sounded exhausted.
»Dad! Stop being ridiculous!« The woman shouted warningly.
He could have struck now, but something was holding Hanzo back.
»If it is just about the money, maybe I am able to help you. If it is killing people you like, then go now and spare my daughter at least.«
A way out? For years he was looking for something like that. Escape. Redemption. Maybe even his own death.
»What do you offer?« These words were out before Hanzo could even think about it.
»Not as much money as Talon, but a regular income and a roof upon your head if you are willing to protect my daughter.«
»Wait! What?!«, the young woman shouted, but her father silenced her with a gesture of his hand.
»These are dangerous times and being around the US president is a critical place. I need a new guard for her … «
»Are you sure taking him as my guard won't actually be the cause of my death?«, she hissed.
Sigúrd sighed. »What can I say? The last one resigned just after one week.«
»I see why … « Hanzo eyed the girl who glared back grimly at him.
»Father, why would you take someone like him in?! This is madness!« The girl shouted again and suddenly Hanzo got attacked by some light green, shapeless smoke.
What the hell is that?!
»Ýri! Don't!«, Sigúrd cried, rushing to his daughter's side as she sank to the ground.
»What is that?« Carefully Hanzo stepped closer, realizing the green something originated from the young woman, draining her. Sigúrd ignored him. He could do it right now … killing them both … but he was still hesitating …
»Ýri, stop! Try to concentrate!«
»C-cannot … «, she whispered, already passing out.
Before Hanzo could make a decision, one of his dragons peeled off him again, reining in the girl's strange powers.
»Thank you … « Sigúrd sighed and picked up his daughter.
»No need to … I somehow did it on instinct. What was this anyways?«, Hanzo wanted to know.
»If I would know that, I could have helped her already«, Sigúrd replied, heading for the White House again.
»It is a dangerous place for a young woman indeed, so why did you bring her here with you?«, Hanzo asked.
»Because I couldn't keep her from it.« The tall man looked down at his daughter with deep affection. »She hates this place, but nevertheless she did not want to leave me alone here.«
»I understand«, Hanzo muttered, but actually he did not understand her behavior at all. »So my job would only be to keep her safe?«
»Kill whomever you want«, Sigúrd answered calmly. »You can even kill me, but her you will keep safe, yes.«
»I cannot kill you. Not after you spared me.« It would just make him loose the last bit of honor he had. »But your daughter is right to be suspicious, so why aren't you?«
»Because your dragons refused to attack her, whatever the reason was.«
Hanzo felt embarrassed that the Viking noticed this lack of self-control. I will find out what this was about soon enough.
»So you accept entering my service?«, Sigúrd asked again.
Hanzo replied with a short nod. »I do.«
»I held back on you for my daughter's sake. She already saw enough people dying in front of her, but if something happens to her, I won't spare you again, Shimada.«
The fierceness this man protected his daughter with, surprised Hanzo. »Agreed.«
»Good. Because I would not just kill you, I would torture you until you beg for it, so you better keep your word.«
This guy is serious. »Understood.«
»Talon sent you? I recognized Amélie … «
Hanzo looked up, confused. »Who?«
»Widowmaker«, Sigúrd replied. »Why is Talon haunting us?«
»I only accepted because of the money. I did not ask for the reasons.«
Hanzo followed him through countless corridors into a room, which was clearly the girl's. With a sigh Sigúrd lowered her down on the bed, where she remained motionless.
»Good night, Hanzo. See you tomorrow.«
»Have a good night, Captain«, Hanzo replied, watching one of his dragons protectively curling around the girl.
Oh, please. Stop behaving like a stupid pet dog!