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. Some parts are for mature audiences only.

INFORMATION:

Due to our vacation, we might be unable to have the next chapter finished in time. So instead of the usual update on 15th September we will post rewrites of the first two chapters instead. Don't worry, we will be back on 15th October with the new chapter at the latest. So stay tuned. ;)

Once again a big thank you to our beta-reader Caucasian Commando for fixing all of our big and small mistakes. :)

Chapter 30: Contract (Hanzo x Ýri)

It only took about 3 weeks for Ýri to recover, which was much too fast for Hanzo's taste. Yes, he wanted to leave the ranch and both ex-agents as soon as possible, but now Ýri was bursting with fresh energy and he heavily struggled to hold her back and to keep her safe.

Since they crossed the Canadian border unnoticed and were somewhere in the wild, Hanzo made them stop in every town or village for smaller contracts, which would have been much easier without her nagging him about damn moral codes. Especially the ›right people‹ in her eyes, who might need their help, were unable to effort it most of the time and Hanzo refused to work for free.

At the other hand, it got almost impossible for him to deny Ýri something … Sometimes, she is just too kind …

So they ended up with most of their customers paying them with board and lodging. Not that profitable, but at least not entirely for free and compatible with Ýri's conscience. And that alone spared him a lot of arguments. Well, until now, because she started to refuse to be left behind somewhere safe while he was working on the missions.

»Hanzo, in every town you are stopping to take on one or two contracts to pull us through!«, she started again. »I just want to contribute my share!«

»You are not ready,« he refused, as always.

»I am ready! It is you who is not ready to let me!,« she declared. »Or don't you trust me at all?«

Hanzo tried hard to find something to weaken her point, but there wasn't anything.

»YOU ARE NOT READY!,« he replied much sharper, but she just stared back at him arms crossed, totally unimpressed and with a look on her face saying: ›I piss on what you are saying, so go and fuck yourself.‹ A somehow helpless sigh escaped him, before he turned back on her, growling:

»Ýri … You will do as I say and stay right here.«

»Fine. Guess you are perfectly able to handle that old lady's contract on your own,« she answered nerve-wrecking dry.

»Eh?!« Of course he was able to find that old hag's nine cats on his own! What was she even thinking?! »Why wouldn't I?!«

»Because you have a great lack of empathy concerning human interactions. And interactions with animals … Or almost all living beings now that I think of it.«

» … « What could he have possibly answer to this? Nothing, I am afraid …

»And you also seem to forget that there is a deadline to the contract you accepted from that charming brothel owning lady. That fat white-slaver won't stay in town forever,« she reminded him for the five hundredth time.

»If I need a secretary girl, I will hire one, so will you finally stop nagging me about it?« He already felt a huge headache growing because of her rants.

»You will need my help on that one and you know it. That's why you are still pushing it off.« Sometimes this woman hit more nails on the head than any craftsman would.

»If I want your opinion on the contracts I am taking, I will ask for it,« he snarled. »So shut up now.«

»I see. So you want to sneak into the brothel and seduce him into the shadows and away from his bodyguards on your own?« Of course she would not hold her tongue on his command! »You better look stunning in the little black dress.«

»Alright! Alright, you win!,« Hanzo shouted back at her, defeated. »We will work out a foolproof plan, when I am back«, he promised already knowing he will take the longest way available, when returning to their accommodation.

Everything seemed to work according to plan, even though he brought all nine cats back to their owner with a fair amount of scratches. At least it was late enough already. If he was lucky, Ýri would be asleep by now, so he could rest a few hours and vanish again to take care of that bastard of a target without her even noticing. Well, it would have worked, but there was one aspect he of course forgot to consider: Ýri.

»You are still up? I thought you asleep already,« he wondered when pushing their shared room's door open.

»Why would I? This is the perfect time to visit a brothel, don't you think?,« she replied while sitting in front of the small mirror doing who knows what.

Stupid and completely unnecessary women stuff most likely …

»My, what happened to you? Did the kitties prove a little feisty towards you?,« she giggled, when spotting him in the mirror.

»Shut up. And forget that other contract. You don't even have suitable clothes to wear,« Hanzo said, when entering the bathroom.

»I went to the owner while you were away and borrowed some«, she called after him.

»You wha-« He shot up without thinking about the low-leveled rack above him. »WHAT?« He got out of the bathroom again, rubbing his head. »What are you even doing?!«

»Putting on some make-up?« She did not even bother to stop, while talking to him.

»And what for?,« he demanded to know.

»Did you ever see a whore without make-up?«, she asked with a tone as if she would expected him to know by all means.

»Ehhm … « What should he say? That he never had any interest in running into one of his brother's orgies? »I guess not.«

»Hanzo, don't worry. I will manage on my own and be back before you know it.« She seemed very confident indeed.

»Do you have a plan?« Hanzo pulled of his jacket and shirt before returning to the bathroom to freshen himself up again.

»Of course. I will just do what all the other whores are doing,« he heard her saying without a care in the world.

»WHAT?!,« he was barely missing the rack again.

»You know there are some towels in the corner? No need to drip over the entire room.« Instead of explaining herself, she started to undo to her messy braids.

»Ýri! This is nothing to be taken lightly!,« he growled, furious because of her lack of seriousness in that matter.

»Hanzo, calm down, will you?« Finally she laid aside the comb to face him. »I will flirt and seduce the target, until he wants me in private, where I can easily round him up. And now, shoo, I need to get dressed.«

She pushed him out the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Somehow he still managed to snatch one of the towels.

Accepting this contract was a bad idea …

When Ýri returned from the bathroom he got another proof for that. She was wearing her hair open and it was running down her back and shoulders like wavy, golden cascades. The simple black dress fit perfectly but was far too figure accentuating. Not to mention her high-heels, which made her slightly taller than him and hurt his manly pride. She watched him with her emerald eyes and gave him one of her confident smiles again.

Damn, she is hot … I never realized before … The blood rushed into his cheeks as he got the meaning what he just thought along with a strange feeling below his waist level and suddenly his pants also seemed too tight. Much too tight!

W-what is going on with me?!

In addition he felt some odd desire, which was completely new to him. Not to speak from his still growing boner. »Oh my god … «

What is suddenly wrong with me?!

»W-what? Does it look terrible?« Obviously his shocked face made her feel uncomfortable.

»Well, I-I am … not sure … « He was far too embarrassed about his own body's reaction towards her then to think of an answer.

»Not sure?!« She turned around while watching herself in the mirror.

Hanzo gasped, when noticing the dress was revealing too much skin on her back as well. He could not even stop his eyes from traveling lower from this point. A silent growl escaped him.

Ýri turned back at him confused. »Do I look like a good and expensive whore or not?,« she wanted to know.

»W-What?« His dragons were running havoc within his lower body parts and he fought the urge to just throw her on that bed and- NO! STOP!

»Would you want to fuck me like that or not?,« she simply asked. Maybe even provoking him on purpose?

»Eh?!« Now that she is mentioning it … Oh, no! Dear gods, no! What ways were his thoughts even taking?!

»You are no help,« Ýri sighed with him still staring at her unable to answer, so she placed her foot on the chair, pulling up the fabric and revealing even more of her thigh to get her small dagger attached.

Hanzo swallowed hard. He really tried to look away, but was completely unable too. Especially with the dragons buzzing through his body like that. W-what is this weird feeling? What is happening with me? Simply ripping said dress appeared so tempting right now …

»See you later.« Before Hanzo knew it, she was out the door.

»Make it quick!,« he yelled after her. »A-and don't let him touch you by all means!«

Oh gods, what is just going on with me?!

He immediately retreated to the bathroom and after a long while of hesitating and inner struggle he pulled down his trousers, grabbing himself tightly. Can't believe I am actually doing this, he thought ashamed.

Goddammit, just be done with it and let this distracting thoughts vanish again!

He never ever stepped this low before! But in his head, he still imagined her hands running down his body and closing around his highly erected cock … He came with a load primal groan and started cleaning up afterwards, feeling even more confused and stained. He had never felt such an … urge … before … What the hell had gotten into him?

W-wait! If the men in the brothel see her like that … This is wrong! So wrong!

He had to get her out of there immediately! If HE – he of all people – was already thinking in that way of her, others might as well and he won't allow any other men seeing her in that dress or even thinking of her in the same way as he did a few seconds ago!

»I have to get her back right now!« He pulled his shirt over his head, grabbed his jacket and followed her at once.

He soon had to realize, that he spent too much time … on himself. Hanzo had taken the most direct way to the brothel and Ýri was nowhere to be seen.

That means she must be inside already …

Without a second thought, he entered. First he got pushed over by a thick smoky wall of pachouli incense. Next thing he noticed was him being totally underdressed. This did not seem to be some ordinary brothel. It was rather an extraordinary, elegant club somehow reminding him of the exclusive teahouses his brother used to visit. The room was divided into small oriental-themed niches filled with candles, dim lights, low tables and oriental couches separated by exquisite looking curtains to give the customers some illusion of privacy.

Hanzo retreated into an empty booth trying to spot Ýri somewhere. Where are you, little bear?, he thought restlessly.

»What can I get you, handsome?«

»Huh?« Hanzo faced the tall woman in the red sari with the long black hair and deep brown eyes irritated.

»So you are a shy one,« she laughed. »Maybe we should warm you up with a drink first.«

»Aww~ He looks more like he could use some company to get himself distracted.« A blond woman with a similar dress like Ýri's sat beside him placing her hand on his leg.

Hanzo turned to her disgruntled.

»Detach yourself from me at once,« he demanded, but got distracted when he finally found Ýri by looking over the blond's shoulder – in a booth out of his reach alone with their target. He couldn't see his face, but he was a huge person. And the way she was laughing at him and leaning even closer with a seductive smile made him feel sick. He hadn't been interested in that contract before, but now he just wanted to kill that guy on spot.

»Say, who is that man?«

»The one in the white suit? Clayton Sanderson,« the dark one answered. »But the girl I did not see before.« She turned to her coworker. »Is she a new one?«

»I do not know.« Hanzo realized her frowning.

»What can you tell me about him?,« he asked at that.

»Clayton? He is an asshole. One of the sort of men thinking themselves above common morals, rules and justice. But I guess men in his position and with his money and influence can just do as they please,« she answered.

»What else?,« he kept pressing.

He saw the woman with the darker hair exchanging confused looks with the blond. »Well, mostly rumors, but-«

»Leave the man to his work.« Hanzo recognized the face and the for women unusually deep voice of his contractor. »I see your girl is already on it.«

»Yes … « Hanzo replied, while watching Sanderson seizing Ýri's wrist and guiding her away. This already made him feel uneasy, but when he saw his other hand blatantly running down her back grabbing her rear, he almost jumped in shock with his blood boiling and a furious growl escaped his throat.

»Ladies, please be so kind and show our guest around,« she ordered with a meaningful look. »Just in case … «

Hanzo nodded his thanks while the blond grabbed his hand and the dark one wound her arm around his waist.

They stopped next to an elegant stairway in the back of the house. »Sanderson prefers to rent the room close to the exit into the gardens, when he is here,« the blond told him.

»Thank you,« Hanzo replied, following the dimmed corridor on his own.

His hands were trembling and in addition to that Hanzo now noticed he forgot to bring any weapon. But there was no turning back for him. Not without Ýri … He stood still for a moment, listening into the silence to make sure he had been directed to the right room. The low grunts of a heavily-build man let his blood freeze and a large block of ice seemed to form in his stomach. The following outcry of a man at his climax made him leap forward.

»ÝRI!« The door next to him got pushed open and he bumped right into the Viking. »Ýri! Are you okay?! I heard … noises … «

She stared at him mouth open, before making sure no-one was on the floor and pulling him into the room closing the door again. »What are you doing here?!«

She suddenly seemed so small, fragile and pale. Her hair had become messy, her dress got partly torn off and her nose was bleeding. »Are you okay?« He took her face in both his hands, caressing away the blood stain, before cautiously watching the big pile of man still lying on the bed motionless.

»I am okay … ,« she weakly whispered.

»Ýri, did he … ?« Hanzo couldn't bring himself to speak his worst fear out aloud.

She shook her head. »He tried to, b-but no. W-when he was all over me, … I-I drove the dagger … through his back … into his kidney … like you showed me … ,« she explained with a shaky voice.

»Alright,« he nodded, carefully lifting her chin a little, when seeing the marks of the brute's hands on her neck. A dangerous growl escaped him once more and he pulled her into his arms on instinct.

»That bastard … Wish I could have seen to him myself. I will tend to you as soon as we are out of here.«

»After you then,« she whispered, her head still on his shoulder.

Hanzo took off his jacket, gently covering her with it. »I told you, you are not ready. I should have handled this myself.«

Now she looked at him rather angry. »Hanzo, I managed, didn't I?! I am unharmed and we got the contract done!«

»I don't care,« he answered, while placing his arm around her. »I will not let you do something like that ever again.«

»But-,« she already was about to start objecting.

»I am your mentor,« he reminded her – and also himself in regards to what happened in their room earlier or in his own head to be more precisely. »So only I decide on what contracts we accept and what your role is in the process.«

On the way back she stayed silent. Back in their accommodation, she wordlessly took off that dress and let him see to her wounds and bruises. This time, it was even harder for him to keep focused and stop his eyes from wandering below her eye-level.

»I will go and collect our reward,« he simply stated when he finished treating her. »You better have your things packed, when I return. We will leave this place at once.«

»But-«, she started again and he already felt annoyance growing inside of him.

»No buts from you!,« he interrupted her in a sharp tone. »Not this time, Ýri! That could have gone so wrong! You could have lain there drugged, beaten up, raped and displaced to who knows where! I could have lost you!«

This time, she lowered her gaze and remained quiet. »Now get packing … I will be back soon,« he sighed, exhausted.

On his way out, he picked up the dress from where she had dropped it to the ground. I am definitively going to burn this wicked thing …

[Rewrites of the first two chapters to be published on 15th September.]