I looked over to McCree. He said that phrase again. It was annoying to everybody, but nobody wanted to tell him that. He was holding up a plastic bag. I could smell something savory comming off of it. It was probably something from one of the cheep restaurants around here. Even though I couldn't get hungry anymore, it brought up shadows of the feeling. But I just took a deep breath and leaned deeper into the sofa. I usually had some gum on me for those kinds of things, but I couldn't take off my mask in the crowded room. McCree strode over to the only table that was in the room. It was the table where Hanzo was sitting.
He ploped it down onto the table and rustled around inside the bag as he fished out some disposable chopsticks and a plastic fork. He skooted one styrofoam container to either side of the table and soon started to shove the entire mound of food into his mouth. From the looks of the food it was some teriyaki and a side of veggitables.
"So, did we get e'rething sorted out?" McCree said between mouthfulls.
Zenyatta turned to McCree and hummed out, "Yes, Shimada San will be acompanying us back to Overwatch."
McCree gave him a questioning look. "Shimada San? You mean Hanzo here?"
"It is considered rude to simply call someone by their first name if they do not know each other, Mr. McCree. In Japan it is respectfull to call someone by their last name, and with an honorific." My brother was bland in his inflection, as if he were simply stating a fact to a child. He opened the container and started to work at food slowly with chopsticks.
"We all just call Genji by 'is name, though."
"I am no longer a Shimada." I simply stated.
My brother took a swallow, then looked to me as if we finally agreed on something.
"Well, since we're all gonna be friends and techniqually, you aint a Shimada anymore then I'mma stick with Hanzo."
His face went sour. Brother was always one for formality. I could already tell that it would not take long for Hanzo to decide to kill McCree. Perhaps he has already.
"Either way, now that we have acomplished what we set off to do, I believe we should make our way to Overwatch." Zenyatta seemed to beem.
"Overwatch? That is who you have been with?" Hanzo glared at me.
"Yeup. And you're with us too now," McCree stated for me. At least he could read the tension in the room. "I got us a plane for tomorrow. Its early, so I suggest early shut eye."
Zenyatta nodded to McCree, "That sounds excellent."
"Actually, and I'm sorry 'bout this, but they'll be makin' you and Genji sit in an 'Omnic Only' section." McCree shook his head in disapointment at it all.
"That is fine. Genji and I have made many travels, and are used to it."
Hanzo shifted his gaze back to me. "You've known the omnic for long?"
I scowled under my mask. The bitterness he put into the word omnic was why we were in our position. 'Omnic Only' was really just code for cargo area. "After Overwatch, I traveled and soon found Zenyatta. He has become my teacher and mentor since. He is the one who has helped me come to terms and find forgiveness."
Hanzo simply turned back to his meal.
"Genji quickly became my best student," Zenyatta was always happy to state how far I came. I had been in a really dark place when we first met. Overwatch was the only place that kept me afloat. Untill they disbanded, I didn't notice how by how much I was barely hanging on. Fighting was how I let go of all of my uncertianty, lost in the chaos. Then everyone was gone along with the fights, and I realized that no matter how well tuned my body was, I still didn't feel right in it. After Zenyatta and his teachings was when I met peace. Meeting Zenyatta was like meeting Buddah. I would not be surprised if he really was Buddah's reincarnation. Hopefully his wisdom will eventually reach my brother.
There was an awkward silence again. McCree, not one for quiet, cleared his throat. "So, now 'ere all re-aquainted how about some tv?"
McCree quickly got up and moved to grab the remote. Then he ploped right down next to me and started flipping through channels, probably trying to find anything in english. Hanzo finished his food, and stared at the mess McCree made on the table.
"So you have no wish to eat?"
"I have no real stomach. Some non solid food, but not much else. And I really don't need to anyway." I quickly grabbed the remote from McCree, the news was on and talking about the recent aggression of Talon. They had become bold quite recently. Hanzo ignored the news and instead started to clean up the mess.
"What they sayn'?" McCree looked at the tv with a mixture of confusion and concern.
I listened first, then relayed, "Talon has become more active in the recent months. There are many lives that have been lost due to them and the uneasyness they bring. Many people still don't trust omnics, and some people are saying that humans should just get rid of omnics to stop the attacks."
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. If it's not one thing," McCree paused and leaned back, "then it's somethin' else. My whole familly's been in wars, all the way back to the Revolution."
This peaked my brother's intrest. He turned to look at McCree. "And yet you seem too carefree to be in any military familly."
I shook my head. Hanzo was always proud of the Shimada clan, and the history that came with the name.
"That's why I became an outlaw. Mum and Pap didn't like me not joinin' the army or marines so they just let me go my own way. Then I was with Blackwatch, where I could do what I was born to do, but without any o' the strictness. That's why they went tumblin' down though. And that gave me respect for rules."
Hanzo sat next to McCree, on the side farthest from me. "If only there were more poeple who understood the importance of rules." It was obviously directed towards the old me.
The news shifted their focus to the weather. So I gave the remote back to McCree who went back to flipping through them. It was highly unlikely that he would find anything that wasn't in Japanese, but he stubbornly kept on going. But then he stoped. It was an old black and white film, a period drama. He smirked a little. The styling probably reminded him of his cowboy films.
"Hey, Hanzo, could ya translate this for me?" McCree looked to Hanzo.
"I don't think it would matter, considering that you don't understand standard cultural differences."
He was probably still angry about the first name thing.
"Well, gotta start somewhere. And a good movie is a good place to start."
Hanzo sighed. "Very well. But you need to pay attention. A lot of things are said in action instead of words. Or even what is not even done or said."
Scratching his beard McCree twisted his face in confusion. "That doesn't make much sense. If a man has somethin' to say, he should just say it."
"It's the fact that he shouldn't have to say it." My brother sneered.
"Don't pay too much attention to what Hanzo says. Nobody is really like that anymore." I said, getting into the movie. It was picking up the action a bit. McCree just sat there and watched the movie. When the fighting died down, Hanzo started to translate for him. If something wasn't clear, McCree waited till a comercial to ask. He didn't seem to get some of the subtlties. But he continued to watch the movie. Then they watched another. The channel was having a marathon. After the second one, I got up and sat next to Zenyatta. We sat in silence as he meditated and I surfed the web. Eventually, It started to get late.
"Hey, lunch is startin' to wear off. Know a good place around here to get some food and whisky?"
"I am not sure about whisky, but there is a good place I know."
McCree jumped up, stretching out his legs. "Well then, lets get going!" Hanzo got up and followed him to the door without a word.
"Try not to stay out too late." Hanzo turned his head to me. "And not too much sake. We do have an early flight, according to McCree."
Hanzo just nodded and left with the cowboy. Hanzo forgot to mention that while there was a lot of meaning behind words not said, there is also a lot in what is said.