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.

Sorry for the delay, we had some technical issues. But now enjoy the new chapter. :)

A big thank you to our beta-reader PawsForEffect for fixing our mistakes.

Chapter 34: Recall (Hanzo x Ýri)

The following weeks passed so fast, Hanzo wished he would have been able to pause or slow them down somehow. He did not want time to fly by so quickly, especially since he started to enjoy himself. Life had never felt so easy for him before, so full of light and happiness. All he had known so far were his many duties. Duties to the Shimada-clan. Duties to his family's empire. Duties to his father and his legacy. Duties to the clan's elders. Duties as the firstborn and heir.

But here in the far north, surrounded by clear fjords and enormous mountains, all this seemed so far away that Hanzo finally started to realize that his assassin's life was really in his past – just a memory and nothing more. He had a home and a family now. A real home, where he felt safe, happy and comfortable. With a real family, where its members were not only living their lives alongside each other but living and working together instead.

Hanzo even enjoyed their daily routine. Leif had told him that the village was nearly abandoned with just a few elderly people living there when he went for Stavanger to take care of his nephew while Sígurd left to work in the U.S. But when Leif had heard of his younger brother's death, he had returned to the village in order to protect Ivar and to rebuild a safe home for the remaining Ragnarfírs.

So they would all wake up early in the morning and after having breakfast together, they would go out to rebuild the houses and workshops in the village, the nearby fields and they even managed to reinstall the old ferry terminal. Slowly, a few other families returned to live in the village.

When Ivar came back from school by ferry in the late afternoon, Hanzo gave him training sessions until dinner and most of the time Ýri joined them in sword practice. On the weekends they tended to leave the work in the village and Ýri and Ivar were showing Hanzo around in the forests, fjords and mountains, which he called his home now.

But what Hanzo really loved were the nights.

Even now, he and Ýri did not stop sharing a room or even their bed. Hanzo loved to fall asleep and to wake up again next to her. To hold her in his arms during the nights. Sometimes he worried what Leif might think of this … arrangement, especially because Hanzo was ten years older than the Viking's niece. But Leif treated him as if Hanzo had always been here, right at her side. Still, Hanzo couldn't stop wondering where this unusual friendship might lead him next …

Or when Björn would stop mocking him every chance he got …

»Finally.« Leif was already waiting. »It is getting dark. Where have you been all this time?«

»Practicing of course!,« Ivar said running past them to get himself something to eat.

»Try not to eat like a starving animal again,« Ýri reminded her brother before handing everyone a well-filled plate.

Hanzo nodded his thanks and sat down in front of her.

»By Odin's beard, Ivar, sit straight and don't eat like a bear before winter!«

»Boy, listen to your sister. At dinners you represent your family and first impressions are the key here,« Hanzo started lecturing Ivar as well.

»First impressions?,« Ýri looked at Hanzo with a raised eyebrow. »It is not like you cared about that when we first met.«

»What happened when you first met?« Ivar asked right away and Hanzo ducked his head again.

»He tried to kill me,« Ýri answered in a totally dry tone.

»What?!« Ivar lost is fork and Hanzo could hear it hitting the ground under the table.

»It was only that one time and your father tried to kill me as well, so we are even,« Hanzo replied quickly and he could hear Leif silently chuckling.

»Oh good. Dinner is ready.« And here came the person Hanzo would rather want to chop the head off of. But that didn't seem necessary at the moment, because Björn already looked terrible and ragged.

Leif and Ýri looked at Björn confused.

»What happened to you?,« the old Viking asked. »You look like you were laying in the mud all day long.«

»Dunno, actually. Just remember something hit the back of my head and when I woke up again … it was dark … « Björn seemed a little disorientated and for some reason Ivar now dived under the table to retrieve his fork.

»And here I thought you Vikings had skulls of steel,« Hanzo said, secretly petting Ivar's shoulder.

»It was an accident!,« the boy said in a low, but nevertheless guilty voice. »I did not know he was there! I did not even realize that he passed out!«

Björn missed the chair when sitting down and crashed to the ground.

»My, my, … « Ýri helped him up again with an angry glare towards her little brother. »There is a wound at the back of your head. It is bleeding … «

»Sorry … guess the stone was a little … big … « The boy whispered.

»We will talk about that later,« Ýri hissed. »Now I will help you get home and clean your wound, Björn.«

Suddenly Björn seemed very focused again. »Oh, you will? I will surely need someone to look after me for a while.«

Hanzo threw a murderous glare at him and Björn grinned back in triumph.

»Ýri, don't«, Hanzo whispered. »I don't trust him.«

She had gotten a first-aid-kit and looked back at him confused. »What should happen?«

»Oh, that I would like to know as well,« Björn added with an even brighter grin.

»Ýri, please. Stay.« Hanzo tried again.

»It won't be long, I promise.«

Before Hanzo could say something again, she was guiding Björn out. Leif watched the scene without comment before he focused on his food again. Ivar did not dare to move or speak and Hanzo pushed is plate away from him in anger. He wasn't hungry anymore …

When Hanzo returned to their room, he sat on the bed and waited. It was growing darker and darker outside and he hated the old-fashioned clock's ticking even more with every passing second. Finally, after what seemed like hours to him, he heard her footsteps in the hall.

»Hey,« she greeted him with a warm smile. »You have been waiting.«

»Obviously …,« he answered with a low growl in his voice.

Ýri raised one eyebrow. »What is wrong?«

»Nothing,« Hanzo replied with a sharp hiss and turned away from her.

Ýri seemed confused. »Well … okay … ?«

»Hope you had your fun with Björn,« it slipped past his lips.

»Excuse me, what?!«

»From the looks he gave you it was clear he rather wanted to eat you for dinner,« he replied with an icy tone.

»What. Are. You. Implying?« She replied just as sharp.

»You obviously couldn't wait to hurry to his house with him,« Hanzo answered.

»You don't really think so low of me, do you?,« she said in a heavily disappointed tone.

»What else am I supposed to think?! He is even your former boyfriend!«

Now her voice started shaking from anger. »Did it ever cross you mind that I just might have felt guilty because it was my brother who caused his injury?!«

»Then why not send your brother to help him instead as a punishment?!,« he replied.

She stayed silent for a long while before she said: »Good to know you are taking me for this village's whore.«

Hanzo rolled his eyes. »You are no whore. But first you kissed me. Twice even. And a few days after that, you run off with your former lover practically drooling over you?«

»I did no such thing and you know that!,« Ýri yelled back at him. »And if you don't, I regret even getting close to you! Yes, I kissed you! Twice! And even after we talked at the shore that day, you are still not acting on it!«

Hanzo stood up facing her. »You don't even know in how much more danger you would be if we were to enter a relationship!«

She looked back at him with a stern and unmoved expression, but nevertheless he could almost feel her sadness. »Then why are you still here?«

»Because I like you too, you stubborn little thing, didn't I make that clear already?«

»Really? I am still not sure, because you tend to say one thing and then rather do the other.«

»Oh yes«, he growled. »I like you more than I should and more than is good for you!«

»You are an idiot, Hanzo Shimada! Such a dump-headed fool! I give a damn fuck about your clan, you hear me?!«

Her outburst shocked him at first, but then he allowed himself to act on his instincts. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her – hard and rough, but she did not seem to mind at all and was even pressing herself closer against him.

His next instinct was to just rip her clothes off her and lay with her, but instead Hanzo ended their kiss and took a step back. I won't take her like some wild and barbaric animal … I cannot disappoint her … not in that …

»W-what is wrong now?« Ýri seemed confused and an adorable blush was reddening her face.

»N-nothing. I just … I never thought you would ever … consider someone like me … for something like this … ,« he weakly replied. »I mean, I am 10 years older. What will your uncle think?«

»This is my decision alone, Shimada, and I have chosen you.«

His heart was overflowing with a deep and strong yet gentle feeling that he couldn't name exactly. Is this some greater kind of affection? Nevertheless he released her out of his embrace. »We should get some sleep … «

»Alright … « She stepped away from him and turned to her side of the bed, while she slowly started to undress.

Hanzo was unable not to stare and again his eyes stopped on the soft spot on her neck. His breathing increased. He forced himself to look away again and took off his shirt before he laid down. Ýri followed him. Hanzo put an arm around her and pulled her close against him.

He was about to shut his eyes, when he realized her sleeping shirt had been sliding from her shoulders a little and was revealing the soft skin of her neck yet again. Hanzo stared down on it freezing and fighting the sudden urge to touch it, press his lips on it or to sink his teeth in that soft spot of her skin.

I can't be trusted around her anymore. I do not know how much longer I will be able to control myself … maybe we should get separate rooms after all …

But not tonight. Tonight, he would just hold her in his arms again …

When Hanzo woke up the next morning, Ýri was already gone. Strange … did I do something wrong again? He got up and dressed immediately, but at breakfast in the great hall he just found Leif.

»Don't tell me, she went to look after Björn again?«

»No«, Leif answered. »Don't worry. For him this is more like some kind of competition. Ignore it.«

»Why would he compete for something he already had … « Hanzo growled into his beard while stabbing his already dead scrambled eggs. He just couldn't get over the thought that she had been sharing such an intimacy with Björn. Something she would probably never share with him …

»Are you actually okay with … well, Ýri and me?,« he now asked Leif and immediately felt terribly awkward.

»Why wouldn't I?« Leif seemed irritated.

»Well … maybe because I am a Shimada? Once I was their heir even … and maybe because you are her guardian in a way?«

Leif shrugged. »Sure, she is like a daughter to me, but she is also a grown woman. It is her decision alone. I have nothing to say in this.«

»Well … nevertheless you are the head of this family,« Hanzo replied. He did not understand Leif's reaction at all. Wasn't he not even a little worried about his niece … having chosen someone like him?

»And why is my opinion of importance on this matter?,« Leif asked back.

Now Hanzo stared at the Viking as if he had grown a second head. These people … are just so different from everything I have known …

»If you are the one she wants, it is fine with me. You are a decent man and earned yourself that place in her heart,« the Viking said in a casual manner while finishing his breakfast without even looking up to Hanzo.

»I have never been called a good man … just by Ýri … once or twice … «

»Guess you have been around the wrong people then.«

»Maybe … « Hanzo stared at Leif still trying to figure the Viking out. »Well, where is she by the way?«

Suddenly Leif's expression changed into a more serious one. »She wanted to hike up the cliffs. To think, I guess. We received a call during the night … «

Now Hanzo felt alert. »A call?«

»Winston, a former Overwatch member is calling on the other ex-agents to rejoin and fight … «

»So? I know that Sigúrd once worked for Overwatch, but what has this to do with Ýri? She is not really thinking about answering that call, right? Not when she got back home just now,« Hanzo said.

»I don't know. I guess that is a decision she has yet to make,« Leif answered.

»I will talk to her«, Hanzo told him and got to his feet immediately. I won't let her throw herself into harm's way once more. Not if I can do something against it. She will stay, where she is safe!

Hanzo looked up the mountain. The plateau was covered in thick clouds. »This irresponsible little thing! Really?! In these weather conditions?!« Nevertheless he started his up-climb and of course he regretted it later. The fog got thicker and thicker until Hanzo wasn't even able to see his feet.

»Ýri? Ýri?!« He heard a foot step. »Ýri, I know you are here!«

»Stay there!,« she suddenly shouted from somewhere behind him.

»No, I am coming to get you!« Hanzo went on.

»STOP RIGHT THERE!« Now she was yelling and in his shock he just did as she told him to.

»Don't move, Shimada.« He could hear her getting closer.

Hanzo rolled his eyes and turned around. »Goddammit, stop being ridic-« The stone under his feet cracked. With an surprised outcry he slid down the cliff, but in the last second managed to grab a hold on a jagged rock.

»Hold on! Hold on!« Hanzo could feel her hands closing around his wrists and helping him to pull himself back up.

He could feel her breathing. It was just as heavy as his. He could even hear her heart pounding just as loud as his own.

»What were thinking?!,« she ranted on him again.

»Me?! What have you been thinking climbing up here in that fog?! You could have died!,« he shouted back, too proud to admit his own mistake.

»Oh, please! I would find my way along these cliffs with my eyes closed!,« she said.

»I only went out to search for you!,« Hanzo defended himself, when realizing his first point was invalid.

»I would have come back, you moron!«

»Oh really?« Hanzo wasn't that easily convinced.

»Of course! You idiot! You goddamn bastard! Fucking coward! You damn pig-head!,« the Viking shouted, grabbing his wrist even harder.

»And you are so stubborn, bullheaded and reckless!,« Hanzo shouted back and he did not see her other hand coming, but her slap was just a light one and did not hurt at all. But it silenced him, what was surely her intention.

»Don't do that again,« she whispered. »Coming up here in fog and rain!«

»Just if you don't … ,« he weakly answered.

»Now stop being so damn proud or I will beat you black and blue!,« she continued yelling.

This time he knew better then to talk back again. Instead he pulled her close against him. »I could have lost you,« he whispered. The mere thought of losing her terrified him beyond any means. Nothing ever scared him that much before.

»No. I could have lost you, jerk.« Her tone was growing softer.

»Stubborn Viking.« Hanzo was only holding her more tightly at that. »But why don't you want to stay and instead leave for Overwatch? This is your home and your family. Overwatch was your father's duty, not yours. You don't owe them anything,« he got right to the point.

»That's why you came searching for me?,« she silently chuckled. »Afraid that I leave you behind?«

»N-no … of course not!« Thank the fog that she couldn't see his face now.

»Jesse and Angela helped us once, remember? And perhaps you will be able to make up with your brother again. Besides, joining Overwatch might be the only way to find out why Talon killed my father and why they are now trying to kill me. Our home and our family won't be safe for long without us knowing their reasons.«

»But if we just stay here and keep a low profile-« Hanzo started.

»But I don't want to run and hide for the rest of my days! I just want a normal life! With my family … with … you … «

His heart was bursting with joy at her last words. »Me too,« Hanzo whispered. »But can't we just do so without Overwatch's involvement?« He did not want to leave this village again. He was happy here …

»We don't have the resources to gather the information we need ourselves, but perhaps they can help us,« she said. There was truth in her words, but still …

»I don't like this, not one bit,« he replied.

»I know, « she said silently, »but I will be back. I promise.«

»That is not good enough,« said Hanzo. »I know how quickly you can get into trouble. If you really think that we should go, we go together. As always.«

She leaned her forehead against his. »Thank you.«

»And I will make sure we will get back home again as soon as possible.« By all means, he would protect her, whatever lies ahead …

[Next chapter on 15th January.]