The ARG
Art credits to fan art that inspired a scene and or for visual reference of what Sombra is wearing:
Sombra with tongue piercings: Search Overblotch on Tumblr and look through their Sombra tag
Sombra's teasing images 1&2: Search Prywinko on Pa treon
Sombra's third art tease: Search Dandonfuga on Pa treon
DVa's hoodie: Search Hakawa on Deviantart
Translations:
Así que mi conejo, ¿cuál es su pregunta?: So my bunny, what is your question?
"Sabía que tenías mi conejo de espalda, aunque solo tuvieras ojos para mi culo primero" : I knew you had my back Bunny, even if you only had eyes for my ass first~.
It had been roughly a week since Hana Song had first encounter the mystery that was Sombra. She wasn't sure what was worse, the fact that she couldn't get the woman out of her mind nor stop the sudden rush of her heart rate when considering her, or the fact that Sombra had seen fit to tease or otherwise involve herself in Hana's every day life the past few days. It had started out as simple things, the odd vaguely provocative private message in Spanish or sending her a plethora of brand new game copies before even her own official channels could get their hands on a review copy. All of this sudden… affection left the girl feeling a tad overwhelmed and guilty over the ill gotten games-which she still played no matter her conscience.
It was not entirely bad however, after all Sombra was taking it upon herself to deal with the worst of the trolls and haters plaguing her chat room during a stream. In a way it was reassuring to the teen idol whenever she witnessed a troll or racist bigot go too far and start making death threats-as she knew it would only be a matter of time before they were hit by her very own skull faced guardian angel. While most cases were resolved quietly by what Hana assumed was an advanced bot program that scanned for such slurs and buzzwords before disabling that user's ability to interact with the stream-or any other stream for that matter if the rumors were true, it was always a treat when the Latina decided to play a personal hand in the punishments rendered.
Whenever the user's icon swapped to Sombra's signature skull without warning, rather than hatred the "user" would unknowingly send to the chat their personal information every time they hit enter-even a credit card number if they ever donated to a streamer- and the target in question would have no way of knowing they had been hacked until it was all out there. Hana's lips still curled into a devilish smirk in memory of the first time her new "friend" lent her a hand against a hate mongering spammer bent on denouncing her contributions to both the war against the omnics and her credit and integrity as a professional gamer on the basis that "a jail baiting midget-slut of a Korean could never have made it this far in anything competitive without a man's help" and claiming her APM was a cover for an array of scripts to do the hard work for her. D. Va had rather enjoyed her little spending spree she had went on once the close minded businessman's credit was out for the taking. Most of it had been used as a means to alleviate her guilt over the hacked games by sending donations via a proxy server to the teams that had developed them, though she had purchased a few things for herself as well. Hana tried her best to ignore the voice in the back of her head asking what her new "friend on the other side" would think of the new outfits she had purchased.
What was getting to her the most was when she started emailing her encrypted messages with only the barest hint of how to crack them. It was as if Sombra had wanted to shift her focus solely to figuring out an ARG of sorts she hadn't realized she began playing before she was too hooked to stop. She had also learned early on not to trust the decrypting to her fans, as the instant she had posted the email out for everyone to solve, she had received another email with the solution: a video that while only lasting a few seconds on the stream, still earned her a strike on Twitch and nearly a panic attack of embarrassment. The footage contained within the embedded video was a close up of Sombra making a V with two fingers while holding a dorito chip-her brand of chips had yet to reach the hacker's part of the world- between them. If that was not enough, her tormentor had gone a step further by dragging her tongue suggestively around the edges and against the center of the chip.
'I can still picture the way the dust slowly colored her tongue orange, her eyes fluttering half closed as she lapped against it. The tip of her tongue dancing along each side, followed by the faint sound of her trio of tongue piercing scratching against the surface of the chip intermixed with her wanton moan a-and...-'
The flustered girl rubbed her burning cheeks after smacking them sharply to break the trance. Fortunately by that time she had overcome her initial shock so that she could stop playing the video for all the stream to see. Even after promptly ending the session with the promise of needing to delete the "so not funny joke from her friend" and sort out the strike against her account moments later, the top gaming grimline had not been able to bring herself to get rid of what was for all intents and purposes, a new guilty pleasure. Not that she would ever have admitted as such to the avid fans wanting to help solve the ongoing ARG, and most certainly not the latina herself. If anything she suspected the hacker to have concealed code somewhere in the video itself, something Hana alone would have to find... And her reasons of keeping the footage absolutely had no correlation to the warmth that had spiked within her body as she viewed the intimate gesture over and over again more times than she dared to think about. Nor did it have anything to do with the surprisingly intimate words Sombra had said after the act.
"Hola mi conejita, I hope you liked the show~. I have you to blame for getting me addicted to this stuff, the powder still reminds me of you whenever I taste it. I have been thinking a lot about you lately and I want meet with you again soon so that we can really get to know each other better than a kiss an' tell~ and I-I r-respect you enough already to know you are worth my time and safe enough to actually meet in person again..." As the hacker stuttered in a feeble attempt to play it off, Hana would just be able to make out the faint tint change in the color of her cheeks. But more importantly than witnessing the confident woman lose her cool, she could see plainly the flicker of hesitation in her eyes. It was an expression and feeling Hana knew well had been on her own face at the rare times she had been out of the public eye. But why for what reason Sombra felt something similar was yet another mystery.
"I even have a few places in mind we could meet up, though I thought since I choose meeting you back at your place first, you can pick this time. But rather than just give you a boring list, I thought it would be more fun to make a bit of a game of it. Each time you decode my hidden messages, you will be given a question or two. Which question you get depends on what method you use to debug me and how fast you do it. Every question will consequently narrow down the results until only one remains. Simple right? Anyway you have before our little rematch next week to do this, so I suggest you get cracking. And don't worry mi amor, if you really get stuck, I can send you a few hints to help you along. But for every puzzle you solve without any help, you earn a special prize~." The hacker winked with a cheshire grin that made Hana feel both curious and too hot under the collar to contemplate just what she was hoping the reward would be. But regardless she was determined to beat the 'game' all on her own and one hundred percent too-her completionist tendency urging her onwards despite the logical argument that it could take days without any assistance.
"But until then, adios mi amiga, who knows maybe next time I'll take a bite~ out of you instead?" The latina snickered as she made a show of tossing up and catching the dustless and abused chip to her mouth before sinking her teeth into one corner with an audible crunch. With a knowing grin she then puckered her lips together briefly towards the camera for a farewell kiss… and shortly after the video would repeat again. Hana wasn't exactly sure why Sombra had not made another recording to conceal the moment of weakness she had suffered, or even why she had done so while revealing her face rather than the skull mask for that matter. Even if having the mask off had been necessary for the initial tease, nothing had been stopping her from concealing her face for the remainder of the clip.
'Maybe doing that was her way of trying to be genuine? To show me I'm not just another customer after her services as a hacker to solve my problems. But for that matter, what am I really after with her? She said she could help me get free of the corporate chains of a contract I'm in, but what's her angle in doing so? No one goes to that much effort just because they are bored. Even if it was just a whim because she could, surly that is still a lot of work for her to handle regardless. So why is she going to so much effort just to help me...'
Images of the way Sombra's tongue had danced around the dorito chip coupled with the warmth Hana could still feel of the way her lips had brushed up and against her own in what had been initially a tease turned passionate kiss against the back of her gaming chair filled her mind as a warmth pooled up from her core and throughout the rest of her body in a momentary shiver of arousal. 'O-ok so maybe she really likes me for some reason...but she could just be messing with me. I can't ignore the fact that we barely know each other and have no real reason to trust or believe what we say or do. There has to be SOMETHING else she wants from me besides flirting. I... I guess it's going to take meeting her again-and beating this Real Life-ARG to know for sure.'
Hana sighed ruefully as she did her best to ignore the content of the video she was viewing again as opposed to the literal video in and of itself. After several moments of increasingly flustered frustration, she finally had a breakthrough. What at first appeared to be nothing more than a faint blur at the moment Sombra refocused the camera closer on the chip to begin the tease was actually an intended distortion to conceal a line of code. Of course the only way to see the half second smudge required staring intently upon the hacker's tongue and only then after several viewings be able notice the peculiar way she flicked her tongue outward towards the camera for a mere frame or two rather than dragging it up against the dorito as she had been a second earlier and there afterward. Not that Hana had been tracking every move of the tongue of course, no-it had just been a coincidence.
Zooming in on the snapshot revealed what was clearly a bar code embedded into the frame. Using her phone, she managed to scan it, which led her to a fake personal website containing a listing of various hotspots for vacations in Mexico, along with a select few hotels and timeshares to choose from. It only took a few moments of consideration to choose the one option standing out from the others. La choza en la oscuridad was different given the theme of darkness compared to the sunny or otherwise more welcoming listings as well as the most peculiar asking price to stay the night once she had clicked on that option. Rather than a typical rate of pesos per night, the so called rental home required but one thing in return- un conejita blanca.
As she clicked the button at the bottom of the page of the page to 'book' the home, rather than a standard credit card field she was given two question fields to enter text into, both of which she knew deep down what it was asking for, but only one question she would ever be caught answering if she had any say about it.
{¿Quién es la coneja blanca?}
That was the easy one, Hana Song. For whatever reason the field reject D. Va, perhaps as Hana theorized, the hacker was apparently interested in her as a person more than just a stage name.
{¿A quién pertenece?}
Hana's eyes narrowed in annoyance as she read the translated question. She had a sneaking suspicion of what it wanted, but stubbornly refused to admit it, much less act upon the inkling.
'There is no way I'm going to say that or even type it, I refuse to give her that satisfaction!'
However any attempts of 'Herself', 'Nobody', or even her homeland's name resulted in an error. On a whim she tried entering the names of her sponsors, but that too resulted in an error, though that had the enjoyable flavor text of either "Not anymore" or "Not for long", which admittedly made Hana's heart flutter at the thought. After an hour of typing in anything she could think of only to get errors, including her attempts of trying to meet it half way by entering 'Shadow' or even 'Darkness', even the young Korean's stubborn will gave out in a fit of indignant frustration due to the respective responses of "Close, but aren't we closer than that already mi conejita?" and "Isn't it a little soon for a Pet Name, amiga?" taunting her.
"Grr fine, 'Sombra', are you happy now?"
{You got that right Bun-Bun, and don't forget it. Or else I really will have to get you a leash and collar~.}
Hana's pride stung, though that pain paled in comparison to the throbbing ache of her hand as she slammed it down atop her computer desk. But neither of those conditions were what drew blood however. No the crimson liquid began to flow from her nose of all places once her "payment was authorized" and an image was loaded upon her screen. It displayed Sombra laying out on the beach beside the water in what could only be described as a swimsuit, though strangely her neck, shoulders, arms and hands were all covered by a purple top that matched the color scheme of her hair in that the darker shade of violet colored the section of her torso and neck, while a light pink shade was around her arms. Her gloves still contained a hint of blue around her forearms and finger as well. Extending from either side of the top were bright lines that seemed like they would be pulsing with a light every so often-though for what purpose Hana had no clue. Just beneath the far from modest window that exposed all of the hacker's lower portion of cleavage, stopping just before her nipples was a thin purple strap connected around the back to help hold up her plain violet bikini bottoms connected by an X of straps around her hips.
Beside the lounging hacker in the sand was a bottle of sunscreen lotion, along with the words "We all have hard to reach places amiga. Will you help me reach mine before I get burned? I promise I'll return the favor~..."
After going through several tissues and ruefully cursing her own weakness against what she knew she should have expected from the stupid...brilliant sexy hacker, Hana got to work analyzing the image. It took her roughly an hour of contemplation, but eventually she figured out the words were a hint. Specifically, she had to apply the right kind of filter to the image in order to give the woman's caramel skin the appearance of being coated in sunscreen. Conveniently given the nature of the internet, there were plenty of pseudo white washing-like options to choose from. After browsing the web for an hour or so she managed to find the right tint of white to create a pale sheen without totally discoloring Sombra's color overall. Which was a relief in more ways than one, not only did she get the next code to scan she had the satisfaction of preserving a quality of the Mexican that Hana found distinctly attractive.
Though she did her best to prepare for it, Hana's insides burned as the next reward image appeared on her screen. This one featured a back shot of the hacker lounging in her swimwear. The young Korean swore in that moment never to admit on pain of death how the section of Sombra's rear that began the division into her lower cheeks yet revealed despite to coverage of both her bottoms and the crossing of straps above it, had caught her eye before she noticed the cybernetic implant in Sombra's spine. Similar to the first image, this one also contained a caption at the bottom.
"Sabía que tenías mi conejo de espalda, aunque solo tuvieras ojos para mi culo primero~."
After getting a rough translation from Google and promising herself to learn a certain third language soon, Hana glared at her deactivated web cam with suspicion. "How...how could she have known that was what I was looking at first!? Was it just luck or an assumption? I mean... I swear my camera was off all this time-but did she turn it on remotely somehow? I wouldn't put that past her ability of course, and hell I could just picture her now watching my reactions with a bowl of popcorn on her bed or something like this was all some sort of reality TV show or something. What is she up to?"
As if in answer to her question, her screen suddenly flashed purple as an all too familiar skull dominated her view. Hana could just hear the self satisfaction in her voice as the hacker spoke.
"You have done well so far Bun-Bun, but it seems like you aren't really enjoying our little game. Normally I would just advance you on to the next stage where I teach you the value of patience and delayed gratification by locking you behind a timer that takes roughly two months to reach count down on and rewards you with nothing more than a few pictures of my ass-which is well worth the wait I assure you~."
Hana Song groaned in annoyance, even her seemingly ever present arousal not enough to compensate for her frustration at the moment. But before she could scream in fury, the hacker continued.
"But I really like you amiga, and rather than string you along for days and enjoying you eating every little clue I feed you like a carrot, I decided to cut to the chase out of respect for you. However as a reward for how far you have gotten thus far on your own, I'll let you ask me one question to be answered honestly or take one hacking request free of charge, no matter what it is, I will get in. Así que mi conejo, ¿cuál es su pregunta?"
Hana blurted the first thing that came to mind, though due to her fluster her words were a bit jumbled.
"W-why did you- Just stop… you keep sending me all these...pictures!"
Hana knew she had made a grave mistake once she heard her friend and possibly more begin to laugh in a playful, yet pleased tone. "Oh lo siento little rabbit, I don't quite have the level of understanding of English that you do. But to answer your question, 'Why did I stop sending you all those pictures?' I stopped because-"
"T-that's not what I meant to say and you know it Sombra!"
Sombra chose to ignore the scream of outrage and continue her thought. "Because I thought you were getting tired of my teasing, but clearly from your own words and how angry with me you are now, I can only translate your disappointment to missing out on another picture of me. Or is it a video you have been wanting? How did watching what I did to that dorito make you feel chica?"
Hana grumbled wordlessly as she slumped against her chair. She was just about done with all the teasing, and her brain was too tired to think by that point as well.
"Would one more picture of me make you feel better amiga~?"
Before she could answer her screen wallpaper was changed to an image of Sombra lounging on her bed in only her underwear while cuddling up with a pachimari modified to have a skull over it's face and matching purple tentacles. With a wave of her hand, Sombra panned the camera outward to take the majority of her body into view, from the purple lingerie down to the matching silky stockings she wore. As with apparently all of the latina's clothes lately, her undergarments revealed a fair bit of her skin, likely more designed for the look than their function. Hana felt her mouth go as dry as the desert as the hacker pulled at one of the straps over her shoulders, almost but not quite revealing the entirety of her left breast. The act had, in addition to making her core rage in disappointment, caused her to note once more that she was wearing the blue and purple gloves even then which made her curious.
'All those ports and other cybernetic implants in her spine… what happened to her? Was she hurt or did she willingly have that done to her body? And what about those gloves-or what I assume are gloves? Did she loose her arms too?'
Hana had always had tremendous respect for amputees, especially high functioning ones, and so she would not have thought less of the hacker if she was one. If anything she would have fallen for her all the more swiftly. It was only after the woman blew a kiss towards her with a wink while whispering, "Did you forget how to speak Bun-Bun~?" did she realize that the screen was actually streaming from wherever the hacker currently was live, rather than another recording.
"See something you like Hana?"
The was silent for a time, nearly emotions waging within as she tried to decide how to react to the latina now that they were actually talking to each other at last. In the end, she spoke but a single word in a horse tone.
"Why."
"Why what amiga?"
"Why did you go through all that just to mess with me? What was the point of all this?"
"The point little rabbit, is that it was fun, I know-and have pictures to back it up- that you enjoyed what I have to offer, both in what I can do for you as we discussed when we first met, and...to you if you let me." The hacker licked her lips suggestively as a hand left one of the many hovering holo screens filled with code behind her to caress along her own curves. "And this was fun we both had not because your corporate hounds made you do this, but because you wanted to do it. You choice to play my little game and not let others tell you how to live your life. That is the reason we play this game amiga, for freedom and the opportunity to really live a little. Because we can..." Hana had no argument to that sentiment, not that she would go against it regardless.
"The only question now is, are you ready to take this to the next level?"
"Y-yes..." Was the younger woman's answer, her voice hollow from fatigue as her eyes reflexively followed the caressing hand along her body.
"Good girl, then meet me at this cafe tonight at midnight-don't worry I'll keep the door unlocked and the room nice and warm for us. But you better take that cute black rabbit hoodie I see handing on your bed, it's cold outside..."
"Fine I'll be there… for our rematch a-and..."
"And?" Sombra waved her hand and the camera zoomed in on her intent face-though not before giving Hana a close up of her ample breasts. With a dark blush on her cheeks, D. Va finished her thought.
"And for you."
"Alright, don't keep me waiting conejita, and get some sleep while you can. You're going to be in for a long night…"
Author's Note: Thank you all for your reviews/interest in checking out this story! I have at least one more chapter planed and in the works (Yes a Smut chapter :P) and possibly a slice of life/School rivalry AU fic as well as some Tracer and Mercy related. But until then, see you next time!