Author's Note: So here we are: the last chapter. I would just like to say thank you to everyone. The support has been amazing and it's been wonderful to write this story for you all. I would also like to say that on December 20th, I will plan to release the first chapter of a new story focusing on Gabe and Jack, detailing the trials and tribulations of adopting and raising an eight year-old Jesse McCree. I highly encourage you to read it. Thank you once again for reading "Successor".

Zenyatta was dead.

He had transcended life and had joined the Iris. It was something that he always planned to do but for Zenyatta while dying was something he expected, he never knew how it would feel. His last moments of life, blind, deaf, and unable to feel anything were not how he planned on dying. His ideal situation to pass was to go peacefully in his sleepmode. How he died was the worst case. Zenyatta never wanted Genji to see him like that.

As his soul left his body, he saw Genji, his dear sweet Genji holding him.

Zenyatta would have rather died again, crushed or burned apart, if it meant Genji never had to ever see him like that. He was so obsessed by how Genji saw him that he was unaware of the beauty of the afterlife. Golden rolling hills paved the land. The sweet melody of songbirds could be heard everywhere and the calming scent of the flowers, all in bloom, filled the world. It was an utterly perfect place. But what was perfection when someone you loved was now in grief?

"Zenyatta?" A calming voice, one that he thought he would never hear again, spoke. "Zenyatta is that you?"

Zenyatta turned around and saw Master Mondatta walking towards him.

"Master?"

"ZENYATTA!" Mondatta broke into a run and tackled his student into a hug. "Zenyatta! Oh, Zenyatta! Dear Iris, I can't believe that you're here." Mondatta pulled away as though he were burned. "You're here. Oh….Zenyatta. You're dead."

"As are you, Master."

But it was the first bit of relief that Zenyatta had. He could finally see Master Mondatta again.

Mondatta laughed. "Yes, I am but what happened to you?" He asked worriedly, "You weren't killed in battle were you?"

"No."

"Oh thank the Iris for small favors."

"I was assassinated."

Mondatta immediately hugged Zenyatta to protect him. "What?"

"I'm sorry, Master. I was speaking on your behalf, there was a sniper, and…I'm sorry."

"Zenyatta…" Mondatta hugged him tighter. To be killed was cruel but for your student to be killed spreading your message? Mondatta was beside himself. "Oh Zenyatta…." It was all his fault. If he had kept Zenyatta safe in the monastery, none of this would have happened. "I should have protected you."

"It's my fault, Master. I tried to live up to your image. I really did. It is I who failed you."

"What do you mean?"

Zenyatta sighed and laid out the whole plot. How Basho recruited him, the memorial service, how he was shot. Mondatta listened intently but his heart was breaking.

Returning from England was a humbling experience.

In the comfort and safety of the Shambali monastery, Master Eila worked on what would be her last written work. She had a good life. She had experienced love and loss. She was far more enlightened than the common omnic. She could see her path clearly now. Where Eila was calm and content, Basho was in a complete panic. It was the following day after Zenyatta's death, and for Basho the world was collapsing all around him. Another assassination, another highly public death,….was anyone safe in this day and age?

"I don't know what we're going to do. The Order is ruined." Basho fretted. "Zenyatta was our only hope. He's gone…oh dear Iris, he's gone."

"Zenyatta is in a better place now. He is with Master Mondatta."

"Pardon me, but that's bullshit. Dear Iris, I didn't like Zenyatta too much but I think that he would rather be alive instead of being with Master Mondatta. Has Overwatch released their press statement?"

"Yes. It is the usual lines of "we mourn the loss of Tekhartha Zenyatta who bravely…" yada, yada, yada."

"And our press release?"

"He was a valued member of our congregation, taught by Tekhartha Mondatta, a bright and studious omnic that we should all aspire to be." Eila said in monotone.

"I should really offer my condolences to the Overwatch team." Basho contemplated. "Forming an alliance with them could be instrumental to quelling the fighting in Russia."

"Mmm-hmm."

"M-Maybe I should offer to conduct the funeral rites? W-Wwait, what did Zenyatta-How did Zenyatta wish to be honored?"

"I'm not sure." Said Eila. "We never spoke about it. You should talk to his boyfriend, Genji."

"Genji." Said Basho. "Genji Shimada?! Zenyatta was sleeping around with a yakuza?!" Basho shook off the revelation. "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter." He told himself though he now feared of possible retribution from the Shimada family.

"Ex-yakuza. The Shimada family has fallen. The brothers have turned a new leaf."

Brothers, Basho shuddered. There were more of them. That was a headache to be dealt with another time. Now it was time to panic. It was-The perimeter alert surrounding the monastery went off. "Dear Iris, what now?"

"I believe that it may be Overwatch. You should go and greet them."

"Yes, I-I will."

Basho hurriedly ran out to the front of the monastery and found himself in the presence of Reinhardt, Winston, Tracer, McCree, and Genji. They were all stoned face.

"What's wrong?"

"We need to speak to Master Eila."

"O-Of course. She's in my office."

But when they went to Basho's office, Eila was gone.

"I-I don't understand." Said Basho. "She was right here."

They searched the monastery. It was the Overwatch team that found her in the gardens. She was praying.

"Master Eila? We need to speak to you." McCree said.

She stopped praying and rose to her feet. "I see that you know." Her voice was cold and devoid of any emotion. She spoke of the assassination like she was discussing the weather.

"Why?" Genji choked out.

"Would any answer I give you bring any peace? My reasons are my own."

Genji raised his sword. "I will cut you down."

Reinhardt put a heavy hand on the samurai's shoulder. "I know your pain, my friend. Please, do not do this."

"Zenyatta was your friend." Tracer said tearfully as Genji lowered his sword. "How could you?"

"How could I? How could he?! How could Basho and the others go so fucking gleefully with this insipid plot?!"

"What are you talking about?" Asked Winston.

"Our movement is dying! Basho and the order, in their infinite wisdom – THEY DIDN'T WANT ZENYATTA! They wanted Master Mondatta! Our Master! MY MASTER!" Eila screamed. "They planned from the very fucking beginning to doll Zenyatta up, have him wear my Master's clothes, speak in my Master's voice, and have my Master's presence! They wanted someone to become the next Master Mondatta! They wanted someone to carry on his name, his legacy when all they have managed to do is drag it through the mud. I don't regret killing Zenyatta. It had to be done. My only regret is that I couldn't pull the trigger myself."

"Master Eila of the Shambali Order, you are under arrest for conspiracy to murder and assassination."

"No, I'm not." Without warning, Eila ripped out her core. "I'm going to join Mondatta now."

Her core went into meltdown. Her body glowed as it was unable to regulate itself anymore. Reinhardt brought up his shield and Eila exploded. Genji stared in awe. She was dead. He wanted her dead but it was a hollow and bitter victory. He wanted Zenyatta back.

As Zenyatta finished regaling his Master with his story, Mondatta brought Zenyatta once more into a hug and was very reluctant to let him go. It was his worst fear to have someone he loved killed for speaking his words.

"I am sorry that I have failed you, Master." Zenyatta said meekly. "I tried to follow your path but…"

"My path? Zenyatta, my path is just that; mine."

"I don't understand."

"Are we the same person?

"No."

"Does everyone have the same path?"

"Of course not, Master but I…I wanted to make you-"

"Proud? Zenyatta I might not agree with some of your methods but you are following your own path and I could not be prouder of you if you tried. That is why it saddens me that you are here. What happened was not on your path. My dearest Zenyatta, you need to return to your path."

"R-Return?" Zenyatta trembled. "I-I can go back?"

"If you wish. It is up to you."

"I do!"

Mondatta chuckled. "I'm glad we had this talk. Goodbye Zenyatta, I hope that I do not see you again for a very long time."

Resurrection was quite the experience. This was due to the fact that when his sensors came online, he was in the dark. Zenyatta tried raising his hands only to find that he was in a small enclosed area. He brought his arms close and pushed up. He was in a small enclosed space. Zenyatta wiggled. He didn't have much room to move. He raised his leg as high as it could go in the space and gave a kick. Something gave way. He kicked again and again until finally a tiny door opened.

Success!

Zenyatta flipped himself over with some difficulty and wiggled out of the tiny space. It was hard but he escaped. And then he realized that he was in the morgue. He gasped. He placed his hand over his chest. Why was he here? His chest was fine! His core was in perfect working order.

Oh yeah, he had been dead.

Zenyatta had to rest. He was out of harmony. He didn't belong here in the morgue. Dead people belonged in the morgue. Zenyatta stood up, his legs shakily obeying, and left. Everything was quiet. The Overwatch symbol greeted him warmly as he wandered the halls. The base seemed so different at night. He didn't recognize anything. Zenyatta aimlessly walked the halls and eventually found himself in the kitchen. It was midnight. It was comforting to be in the kitchen. He knew where everything was here but where was he going to go?

Genji.

Genji was where he needed to go.

Zenyatta went to Genji's bedroom. He didn't know what he would say or do but he knew that he needed to see Genji to prove that this wasn't all part of some crazy dream. Zenyatta quietly walked and found Genji's bedroom. He opened the door, there wasn't a need to knock, but Genji wasn't there. Was he off on a mission? Zenyatta hoped not. He wanted to see Genji. Dejected, Zenyatta went to his own bedroom. There was no sense in waking everyone up. He would retire to his room, rest, and then when morning came he would handle this. Zenyatta opened his room and saw that Genji was in his bedroom. Genji was lying on his stomach on the mat and gently rolling Zenyatta's orbs.

"Brother, I wish to be alone."

"And I wish to be with you."

Genji shot up. "Zenyatta?"

He entered the bedroom and shut the door. "Hello Genji."

Genji tackled Zenyatta and brought him into a bone crushing hug. "Master!"

"Genji!"

There were a flurry of kisses and crying, lots of crying, but who cared? Zenyatta was back. Genji sighed happily.

"How is this possible?"

"I have returned to my path and to you."

"Bless the Iris." Genji murmured as he wrapped his arms around Zenyatta.

"Indeed." Zenyatta agreed.

Author's Note: There you have it. The end. I know that it might not be satisfying however, there will be an epilogue up this Friday that will tie up all those loose ends. Thank you for reading. Please leave a comment below to let me know how I'm doing and follow me on Twitter (here) and Tumblr for updates and more Overwatch goodness (here).