Author's Note: IT'S HIGH NOON! Say hello to Ghost Town's Sheriff.

Genji swaggered victoriously through the front door of his and Hanzo's temporary residence. This was a fantastic way to start off his family's latest venture. However, there was a problem. How would he properly seduce the yoga instructor? There were many ways to go about this but for his first lay in America, he wanted it to be special. In this hick town Genji doubted that anyone knew of the wealth and power that his family held. That meant that the yoga instructor wouldn't just melt when he saw that glory that was Genji Shimada.

The yoga instructor wasn't some floozy or piece of eye candy (Well he was certainly nice to look at – especially when he was bending down). No, this would be harder. That was fine with Genji. He wouldn't want it to be too easy. His mind was already at work with various plans. He could always go for the classic "Sign up for Class" move and get naughty with teacher. Genji shook his head. It was too clichéd. Go for the "Tourist in need of a guide"? No, no, no…he was a Shimada, he could do better than this. He would have to if he was going to get what's-his-face in his bed.

I wonder what his name is?

He only got a glance at the instructor's lovelier assets. He didn't even bother to find out what his name was. Genji shrugged. He never bothered with names. They didn't really matter so long as it was his name that the man was screaming anyway. The hottest man in town would have to be known as The Yoga Instructor. Genji liked it. It was simple and to the point.

He had a plan in mind for the yoga instructor; after introduction, a little poetry something by Siddhartha Gautama, a great dinner and then wham, bam, thank you mam. It would mark the first of many great sexual escapades. Genji sighed happily. The Yoga Instructor would be his.

"Shimada, sir." The strict voice of Satya Vaswani jolted him from his thoughts of his future conquest.

"What is it Satie?"

She scowled at the annoying nickname. "You missed the orientation meeting, sir." Was it his imagination or did she actually appear to look angry?

"Oops. It slipped my mind." He said flippantly. Satya was not appeased. "I was out scouting this dump. And trust me when I say this but there's nothing out there."

Nothing except for the Yoga Instructor.

"We might as well be on another planet, Satie."

Her frowned deepened. Ah, that was never a good sign. Satya was going to go into lecture. She would go on and on and on and then Hanzo would hear her and then he would lay in on him. Unlike Satya, Hanzo's lectures weren't so much "lecturing" as it was shouting at the tops of his lungs about how he, Genji, was a disgrace to the Shimada family name, that he was a constant disappointment, that he was a leech on his life, etc.

Then Hanzo would get his bow…

That set off alarm bells for Genji. Hanzo and his bow. Oh, if there was ever a combination to be avoided it was Hanzo with his bow. There wasn't anywhere to hide and Satya would insist that he fire his bow outside where there was less cover….

It was panic mode now.

Hanzo was a crack shot. He never missed, well except in the rare moments when Genji had his sword. Genji could deflect just about anything that came his way with his trusty sword. But he didn't have it with him so Hanzo would pretty much kill him.

"How much do I have to pay you not involve Hanzo right this second?"

"Ms. Vaswani? Is that my brother I hear?"

"Fuck."

Hanzo descended the stairs looking grim as ever. "Genji."

"Bro."

Hanzo gritted his teeth. "You missed the orientation meeting."

Genji didn't know what was more unbearable; the eventual arrows Hanzo would be firing at him or the smug smirk that Satya was sporting. They were both horrible.

"Whoops-a-daisy."

"Do you have any respect for my family?"

"Our family, genius. I'm a Shimada too." He stuck his tongue out.

"Then why don't you act like it?"

"By having a rod deep in my ass? No thanks."

That was enough to set Hanzo off. He turned to Satya and said, "Ms. Vaswani, my bow."

Genji prepared to run. He couldn't deflect Hanzo's arrows, running was the next best option.

"Your bow and arrows are in Japan, sir." Satya dutifully answered.

"What?" Hanzo squawked, mortified at the mere idea of not having his bow by his side. Genji breathed a sigh of relief. No arrows in his ass today.

"I compiled a list of items to be shipped to America, sir. On this list included family treasures such as your mother's hair clips, your father's pen collection-"

"My sword." Genji interrupted.

"-your brother's sword, and your bow. You signed on having the family treasures arrive at a later date, sir." She brought up the list. At the bottom was Hanzo's signature.

"Ooh, burn. She got you good bro." Genji laughed.

Hanzo shoved his brother aside and stormed out the door.

"Sir? Where are you going?"

"I am taking the car out for a drive. Do not disturb me!"

"I left you a quarter tank of gas!" Genji shouted after him. He laughed when Hanzo was gone.

Today wasn't such a bad day after all. He had found a hot guy to bang, Hanzo didn't have his bow, and Hanzo was out of the house. Life was good.

In the red Ferrari, Hanzo gripped the steering wheel as he sped off in the opposite direction of the house. He didn't have the faintest idea where he was going, that was what GPS was for, but as long as he got away from the inane foolishness that was his brother, he was fine. Just thinking about Genji boiled his blood. Hanzo pressed his foot against the accelerator. How could his brother act so foolishly? How could his brother take his family's good name and drag it through the mud? Their enemies were too happy to do it themselves so why did Genji feel the dying need to contribute?

Genji's foolishness would destroy their family.

Hanzo sped even faster across the desert landscape. He was on a highway now. Thoughts everything that his family had worked for, the empires they had built, the power they had gained – all gone! The scenery blew past him. Thoughts of his family in ruin consumed him. Everything was gone. Everything.

Sirens earned his ire. Of all the times for the police to pull him over it had to be now. Hanzo unwillingly pulled over. He wondered if it was too early to start bribing the police? Hanzo opened his wallet. Three hundred dollars in cash should suffice to get his way out of a speeding ticket. Hanzo gazed into his rearview mirror to catch a glimpse of cop who pulled him over. He didn't see the officer but he didn't believe what he saw; behind him was a horse with a flashing red and blue light on its head.

What in the name of Kami?

Could the town not afford a police vehicle? Was he stuck in a time warp? What kind of town was this place? A knock at his window made Hanzo jumped. He was sure that he was stuck in a time warp now. The officer was not an ordinary officer. He was the most beautiful person that Hanzo had ever seen.

Beauty was nothing when you were a Shimada. Flawless beautiful people swarmed to the Shimada family like bugs to the light. Beautiful people threw themselves at you on a daily basis. Beauty was typical, expected, and after a while, down right dull. But not the man who pulled him over. He was something else entirely.

He was different.

The man was gorgeous. Simply, absolutely, drop dead gorgeous. He was well built, dark brown hair that refused to stay in one place, muscular hairy arms, and a goatee that made him look downright animalistic with those sharp canines he was sporting. He didn't dress like a police officer but he had a gold star badge hidden under his dark red serape. The officer steadily puffed on a cigar.

"Sir, do you know how fast you were going?"

Hanzo was left speechless. His words tumbled over themselves in his throat and when they reached his mouth, the only thing Hanzo could say was, "So pretty…"

"Excuse me, sir?"

Hanzo blushed and caught onto his mistake. "So, pretty fast?" It wasn't his smoothest save but the officer seemed to buy it.

The officer crossed his arms. A playful smirk flashed across his face. Hanzo felt his heart race. "You're not from around here, are you partner?"

"N-No." Did he just stutter? He didn't just stutter. He was Hanzo Shimada. He didn't not stutter. "No." He said more confidently. "I am from Japan. This is my first day in America."

"Hmm. License and registration, please, sir."

"O-Oh, yes…" Hanzo quickly opened the glovebox. He passed the necessary documents over to the officer. Hs hand brushed against the officer's gloved one. He yearned to touch and feel him. The man looked warm, comfortably wonderfully warm. Hanzo imagined briefly what it must be like to receive a hug from him or a kiss. On the idea of kissing the officer, Hanzo stopped himself cold. Becoming entangled with law enforcement was never a good idea. It usually ended with death and it was always on the law's side. But it was nice to dream. Fantasizing wouldn't hurt anyone least of all him.

The office took the documents and went back to his horse. Hanzo slid down on the expensive Italian leather. He could have this moment – this beautiful wonderful moment to think of the officer.

How did he end up here?

Hanzo bit his lower lip trying to keep focus. Law enforcement was law enforcement and that was bad. This wasn't a business transaction. This was lust. But if Genji could lust after anyone he set his eyes on, then why couldn't he? He was allowed to look. It wouldn't hurt him to look even if it was from a distance.

The officer appeared. Taking a chance and giving a damn if he sound improper or not, Hanzo asked, "Name?"

The officer swished his cigar to the left side of his mouth, keeping his grin. "Sheriff McCree."

"You are lawman, yes?"

"Yes." He laughed lightly and Hanzo got chills. What a wonderful laugh he had. If only he could make the sheriff laugh again but then Sheriff McCree was all business, "Sir, we have received reports of a man matching your physical description and car speeding through town, shouting obscenities. Would you care to explain that to me?"

Genji…

"That was my brother." Hanzo said instantly.

"Your brother?"

It sounded fake even to Hanzo. "Yes, my brother. We have just moved to your lovely town. He likes to take my car, I am sorry for my brother's foolishness."

Sheriff McCree was thinking Hanzo could it plainly. "Brother, huh?"

"Yes." Hanzo squeaked.

Sheriff McCree took pity on him. "Since you're new and all, I'll let you off with a warning."

No officer, arrest me and throw away the key.

"Thank you, Sheriff."

"Ain't nothing, partner."

Sheriff McCree sauntered back to his horse. His hips swayed just a bit. Hanzo waited until Sheriff McCree was back in the saddle. The horse reared and Sheriff McCree took off. Hanzo was on cloud nine as he drove away.

Or he was until the Ferrari ran out of gas.

Damn it Genji.