My Death Will Come, But today!

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How long had he pondered this meeting? How many days had he sat alone thinking of what he would do, what he would say when he seen Genji again? Too long he imagined. Perhaps not long enough? The whole thing was frustrating as it was to complicate things by going to Overwatch. Yet he knew Genji would not seek him out again.

Days had passed as he blended into the population surrounding Gibraltar. Scouting the area for escape routes should this be a trap. Part of him would not allow him to let his guard down. Not even as he was greeted by the small petite woman.

Looking her over, he did not think much of her. He didn’t even want to waste his time to know her name. He had no plans to stay and he was sure they would not care if he did or not.

When she held out her hand he grunted. Bowing his head slightly to her merely out of respect for her medical position. “Greetings.” Was all he said. Following behind her with a disinterested look. Clearly lost in thought.

It was obvious by the looks of others as they passed that they knew whom he was. He saw confused faces, anger, shock, and fear. Whispering to eachother in plain view of him. He gripped his bow tighter. Every fiber of his being telling him to run. To dash away from this wolf’s den. Yet he stayed. For the sake of his brother he followed her false smiles and forced joy deeper and deeper.

Retracting her hand and showing no malice at it being ignored, she continues smiling cheerfully at the elder Shimada. Angela knew there would be some difficulties for Hanzo to acclimate to Overwatch territory. This was the organization that took in his mortally wounded brother. What’s more, she was the one who restored him to health, undoing the other’s handiwork. No matter how the elder man must have felt about his brother and their storied history, she’s certain the emotions must be complex. Idly, she wondered if he knew she were the one who saved Genji’s life. She was shaken from the thought by some passing murmurs of new operatives. Were they concerned about Hanzo? A frown quickly finds her lips at that. She halts in the middle of the corridor, catching the eyes of the two rookies that lingered nearby. The click of her heels echoed as Angela takes a quarter turn in their direction, sharpened sapphires piercing their eyes. “Is there something the matter, recruits? Are you looking for something to do? Perhaps I shall call Reinhardt over–I’m positive he can squeeze you two in for some impromptu weight training.” Eyes narrowed upon them, causing the two younger operatives to shrink. “Assuming you’ve nothing better to do.” “W-We apologize, m’am!” The pair yelped apologetically before making their escape, causing Angela to pinch the bridge of her nose. “Please, forgive their discourtesy, Shimada-san.” Angela calls over her shoulder, now turning to face Hanzo in the empty hall. There’s a sympathetic smile on her lips as she studies him. “I will not tolerate their blatant gossiping. I feel there’s no need for me to ignore the elephant in the room, nor do I think you wish to.” A pause, long enough for Angela to glance toward the large windows that revealed the Bay of Gibraltar. “I intend to make this place a warm, welcoming atmosphere for you. Whether you choose to stay or not…well, that decision is your own, but I will not let your time here–no matter how long that is–be an uncomfortable one.”

He did not interrupt nor stop her from chatizing the young agents. Even though they spoke cruelly of him, he was sure they were far from the only ones. Word would get out and soon enough everyone would know he was there. Even those he was hiding from.

Amber eyes looked to her before he let out a soft tsk of annoyance. “It does not matter what they think. Them nor anyone else for that matter. I did not come here for them.” He looked out at the bay. Part of him feeling a yearning to return to Hanamura. To return home to the way things once were.

He didn’t care for them. The only reason he was here was for Genji and he would make that perfectly clear to them all. Being quick to anger would not help him. Taking offense to gossip would lead to unwanted trouble. For now it best if he stayed silent and waited for Genji. If the omnic was truely his brother.

He was well aware that it was she who would have been the one to save his brother. Overwatch had two main medical staff. Her and the Moira woman.

Though based upon The blonde doctor’s research, both public and non, she would have been the only one capable of doing it. He had not sat about when his brother had returned. He Dover into the possibility of how he did.

He gathered what he could about Overwatch and its people. Read whatever he could get his hands on about the doctors and their research. Wanting to know all he could if his brother was alive.

“You need not waste your breath defending me. I am more then capable of ignoring their foolishness.”

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It had been several months since Angela was reunited with her old band of heroes at Watchpoint: Gibraltar. It seemed as though others had beaten her there; in particular a certain green cyborg. Seeing Genji again had thrilled her greatly. She prayed his travels would go well and that her handwritten letters would find him well. He had mentioned searching for his brother in one reply, much to Angela’s shock. After all, this was the man that slew Genji in Hanamura–the reason why she first met him on an operating table. He assured her it was for the best, and she could only trust his judgement on the matter. When they met in person again, he spoke of the encounter with his elder brother, Hanzo. Of their brawl and emotional confrontation. Then he spoke of the invitation into Overwatch. She still remembered how mirthfully Genji laughed upon seeing her surprised expression. As concerned as she was, she had to believe in Genji’s assessment; that his brother was a good man and had every right to be a part of the new Overwatch. Perhaps he was right. Overwatch often served as a means for redemption for heroes seeking to do better. For themselves and for the world. Quietly, she agreed to welcome Hanzo, should he ever decide to visit their new base of operations. She merely didn’t think it’d happen any time soon. “Welcome to Watchpoint: Gibraltar, Shimada-san.” Angela called out, nodding her head respectfully to the approaching man. Luck would have it that Genji was out on a mission with McCree, so it was up to her to receiving the elder Shimada brother. She had promised Genji she’d take care of him if he should ever visit. She just couldn’t shake the anxious feeling from her bones. Though a single glance was enough to tell her that he was a worn man; she could see it in his eyes just how weathered his soul was. It caused a string to tug painfully at her heart, though she did her best to ignore it. With poise and grace, she extends a hand toward Hanzo, palm offered toward him for a shake. “I am Doctor Angela Ziegler, field medic, first responder, and head of medical research for Overwatch. I’m afraid you’ve just missed Genji, but he should be returning from his field work soon. For now, you’ll have to put up with me as a tour guide.” A warm tone seeped into her words as the fear for interaction shifted into the desire to welcomed Hanzo properly. “Your brother speaks very highly of you–he mentioned you might pay us a visit at some point. I’m pleased to make your acquaintance at long last.”

How long had he pondered this meeting? How many days had he sat alone thinking of what he would do, what he would say when he seen Genji again? Too long he imagined. Perhaps not long enough? The whole thing was frustrating as it was to complicate things by going to Overwatch. Yet he knew Genji would not seek him out again.

Days had passed as he blended into the population surrounding Gibraltar. Scouting the area for escape routes should this be a trap. Part of him would not allow him to let his guard down. Not even as he was greeted by the small petite woman.

Looking her over, he did not think much of her. He didn’t even want to waste his time to know her name. He had no plans to stay and he was sure they would not care if he did or not.

When she held out her hand he grunted. Bowing his head slightly to her merely out of respect for her medical position. “Greetings.” Was all he said. Following behind her with a disinterested look. Clearly lost in thought.

It was obvious by the looks of others as they passed that they knew whom he was. He saw confused faces, anger, shock, and fear. Whispering to eachother in plain view of him. He gripped his bow tighter. Every fiber of his being telling him to run. To dash away from this wolf’s den. Yet he stayed. For the sake of his brother he followed her false smiles and forced joy deeper and deeper.

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He was dressed and ready. Dawning his suit his men called The Scion. His long hair was tied back with a matching blue ribbon. From the high office he could see the guests. All men he knew and their daughters, granddaughters and more. All dressed in revealing gowns in hopes of attracting his attention.

In truth it made him sick. These balls were not new to him. Ever since he was sixteen he had to endure them. Every year and sometimes more. Having to put on a face of elegance and interests. Of dancing with women who tried their best to seduce him. Some going as far as to hide away in his room in hopes he would be a man of honor should they chance upon intimacy.

Hanzo was no fool. He would cast them out. Never glancing at their naked forms and toss them to the halls without their clothing. Sure that they would think twice before doing such again. After all, his men were instructed not to give these lowsome women aid, which included clothing. Not that they minded much.

Here he stood drinking his sake, watching them gather and talk. Waiting for him to come down so they could try and woo him.

Even as she entered he did not turn. Just looked down at the gate that awaited him. “If you come to kill me…you would be doing me a favor.” He mused. Pouring more sake in his glass before he plopped in his chair. Slowly turning to look at her. “Yet you and I both know that is not why you are here.”

She was glad she no longer had to go to the fancy parties. She no longer had to deal with the bullshit the fellow members of the old aristocracy would complain. The commoners need to be ruled again by us aristocrats. Amelie had always disagreed. They were not needed. Those would have been the people her family would have hunted and killed.

She was glad the moment she had married Gerard. Between being madly in love with him, she no longer had to endure the other corrupted royals asking for her hand. She was glad she didn’t have to deal with blind dates anymore.

She took a good look at him as she entered. “Non…I do not intend to kill you today.” She mused. “The suit looks good on you. I am surprised that you can keep your entire chest covered.” She teased, moving to sit on his desk. “I came to entertain myself. You are my ticket to staying off base.” She looked at her nails with indifference. “I might keep you alive for my own benefit.”

She was such a mystery to him. How she seemed interested one moment and indifferent the next. Even as she sat on his desk he could see something about her was...far more graceful then the average woman. Her charm and skilled moments were akin to that of geisha.

“I have to be careful not to breathe too deeply.” He jested. Playing off her words. “How May you wish to entertain yourself? To watch me be feeds to the wolves?” He scuffed. Arms crossed as he looked out at the women. Some were young, too young.

“People like them make me sick. Willing to put their daughters up against a dragon with hopes that she picks her to consume.” He snarled. “Fools.”

“You look ridiculous.”

Jesse furrowed his brows at Hanzo and looked at himself in the mirror. “I don’t think i look that bad. We’re supposed to look like tourists for this mission, yah?” he asked fixing a little bit of the annoyingly bright hawaiian shirt, popping the collar and getting some sunscreen to slather on his nose; not that he needed it with how tan he was.His cargo shorts and socks-with-sandals combo would make even Jack Morrison proud

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Jesse tried to hide how red he was getting and nodded. “Yeah…yeah good memories.” he said before looking at the tattoo and smiled a little.

“Yeah…kinda looks weird,” he tilted his head as he gently let his eyes dip slowly lower, following the unseen lines of the tattoo. His hand reached out to gently touch the dragon head, spreading the cover up slowly around, leaving the eye the last to cover.

He allowed himself to smile simply because the other had. After all, it wasn’t so often he seen it. Not a true smile anyway. Yet he felt honored all the same even if the action was done for the memories. “Good.”

It was weird. Even as he watched the other touch his chest, as he felt those fingers dance across his skin. The request was made in jest, having no intention of actually holding him to covering that part of himself. A part he could easily reach. “McCree…” he grabbed his hand before he was nearly finished. Unable to stand it. “Thank you but I can finish from here.” He took the cover up and moved to the mirror, turning his back to him so the other had no way to see what he did.

The archer’s cheeks burned red hot. Call it blushing, embarrassment or whatever. He didn’t care but he knew he could not allow him to see just what he did. That gave him too much power over him.

Jesse snapped out of his daze when Hanzo grabbed him. He blushed and tucked his head down. “s-sorry, Han.” he said pulling away and walking to the bathroom. He didn’t notice how red Hanzo’s face was, too busy with trying to hide his own burning face.

It was so hard to stay professional, his heart was starting to take over more and more. It was bad for undercover work, and even worse for the friendship Jesse cherished.

#oh my gosh! yes!!!#genji is trying so hard and getting so frustrated!!

It had taken him too long for their relationship to get this decent. Too many nights had they been at eachother throats before. Back when he first joined his brother in Overwatch. The man had been angered by what he had done, he felt protective of his brother, had claimed to hate him.

Hanzo now had a good relationship with the cowboy. They were talking without tension. Joking and laughing more, even aiding eachother. His growing feelings...would surely be rejected and ruien what they have. Something he would not forgive himself if he managed to fuck it up.

“McCree...” he turned to the bathroom. “We should get going.” Best to focus on the mission. Get his mind off of things that should never be.

“You look ridiculous.”

Jesse furrowed his brows at Hanzo and looked at himself in the mirror. “I don’t think i look that bad. We’re supposed to look like tourists for this mission, yah?” he asked fixing a little bit of the annoyingly bright hawaiian shirt, popping the collar and getting some sunscreen to slather on his nose; not that he needed it with how tan he was.His cargo shorts and socks-with-sandals combo would make even Jack Morrison proud

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Jesse looked up and laughed dismissively. “Just lost in thought.” he said pulling his hands away rather quickly. “Old memories…good memories.” and thoughts of trailing his hands over more of Hanzo’s body, finding scars or hidden places to make him smile.

“Anyway…that look good to you?” he asked, waiting to wash his hand free of the cover up.”

The fact McCree pulled his hands away quickly made him frown. Things between them have been tense. While they flirted. It didn’t seem as if anything would come of it. Not that flirting meant much. The cowboy flirted with everyone. He wasn’t so sure why when he spoke to him…that it made him feel so warm inside.

“I hope there are many memories.” He said. Looking his arm over. It looked odd to see himself without his well known marking. “It lookes great, but you missed a spot.” He pointed to the area upon his chest where the head of the dragon was. “It looks kinda odd does it not?” He was referring to how his tattoo looked as if it faded into his skin.

Jesse tried to hide how red he was getting and nodded. “Yeah…yeah good memories.” he said before looking at the tattoo and smiled a little.

“Yeah…kinda looks weird,” he tilted his head as he gently let his eyes dip slowly lower, following the unseen lines of the tattoo. His hand reached out to gently touch the dragon head, spreading the cover up slowly around, leaving the eye the last to cover.

He allowed himself to smile simply because the other had. After all, it wasn’t so often he seen it. Not a true smile anyway. Yet he felt honored all the same even if the action was done for the memories. “Good.”

It was weird. Even as he watched the other touch his chest, as he felt those fingers dance across his skin. The request was made in jest, having no intention of actually holding him to covering that part of himself. A part he could easily reach. “McCree...” he grabbed his hand before he was nearly finished. Unable to stand it. “Thank you but I can finish from here.” He took the cover up and moved to the mirror, turning his back to him so the other had no way to see what he did.

The archer’s cheeks burned red hot. Call it blushing, embarrassment or whatever. He didn’t care but he knew he could not allow him to see just what he did. That gave him too much power over him.

“We could have found a way to get rid of the seal by then. And outside fertility would not increase the rate eggs were made.” An argument even against one who had lived longer and seen the effects. It was becoming increasingly obvious Seamus was just deep in denial.

Seamus glares at Genji at the demand. They want to retort, remind Genji of just how many enemies the small surviving community may be against. However, they are also aware of their mental anguish and did not wish to go to tears out of their anger. It would only cement Genjis reasoning.

They don’t speak anymore, simply shift into the dragon form and follow after the green dragon.

“Hanzo is strong, I’m sure he’ll make it through. When Moira is gone, it’ll be one less enemy to think of. Even Hanzo will be able to tell of the horrors she does, it may help convince the south to not take violent action to the north. If there’s still dragons in her clutches, there will be more folk to help prevent war. But I agree. Preparations for multiple outcomes is the best.” Lena voiced with a nod, before she’s back to the delectable snacks.

Fareeha seems to think, and gives a shrug. “Mother has been keeping in touch with them, she approves harpies here to go meet family in the south. From what I’ve heard, they don’t like the isolation as they cannot visit without Mothers approval, but at least there is communication. It could be worse.”

Genji nodded. Tapping his chin in thought. “Even after the battle between us, we kept the boarders open. Hanzo, as victor, could have closed them off. Yet he had not. Perhaps that choice can also aid out chances.” She was right. Hanzo was strong but...even he had a breaking point.

“I am glad she had allowed such. It would do no good to keep families apart.” He smiled and shrugged. Standing up and placing his food before Lena. “Eat up.” He smirked before he returned to the bed. He closed his eyes, curling up and wrapping his tail around his body. Wanting to sleep for now.

“You look ridiculous.”

Jesse furrowed his brows at Hanzo and looked at himself in the mirror. “I don’t think i look that bad. We’re supposed to look like tourists for this mission, yah?” he asked fixing a little bit of the annoyingly bright hawaiian shirt, popping the collar and getting some sunscreen to slather on his nose; not that he needed it with how tan he was.His cargo shorts and socks-with-sandals combo would make even Jack Morrison proud

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Jesse laughed. “nothin’ ta forgive. It was funny now that i look back on it. Course not as funny as when i got him high on weed and recorded him trying to sing a horrible cher song!”

Jesse laughed again and smiled and he shook his head, his fingers lingering a bit as he rubbed the cover up a little farther down. he felt a chill down his back as he felt Hanzo’s muscles under his fingers. he would be a fool to say he hand’t wanted to feel other places, but…he had to keep himself in check.

At the mention of the drug Hanzo scrunched his nose. While he had does his fair share of opium, he never found the enjoyment of the common weed. It was one of Genji’s favorites. So to hear he was still using was not for him to judge, even if he disliked it. “I am sure it was something to behold.”

He could feel those fingers linger longer then expected. His eyes turned to McCree. Studying his look. He seemed lost in thought. Those sorrowful eyes didn’t seem to notice him looking. So with his free hand he reached out to gently touch his cheek. “You look so pale all of a sudden.”

Jesse looked up and laughed dismissively. “Just lost in thought.” he said pulling his hands away rather quickly. “Old memories…good memories.” and thoughts of trailing his hands over more of Hanzo’s body, finding scars or hidden places to make him smile.

“Anyway…that look good to you?” he asked, waiting to wash his hand free of the cover up.”

The fact McCree pulled his hands away quickly made him frown. Things between them have been tense. While they flirted. It didn’t seem as if anything would come of it. Not that flirting meant much. The cowboy flirted with everyone. He wasn’t so sure why when he spoke to him...that it made him feel so warm inside.

“I hope there are many memories.” He said. Looking his arm over. It looked odd to see himself without his well known marking. “It lookes great, but you missed a spot.” He pointed to the area upon his chest where the head of the dragon was. “It looks kinda odd does it not?” He was referring to how his tattoo looked as if it faded into his skin.

“We could have found a way to get rid of the seal by then. And outside fertility would not increase the rate eggs were made.” An argument even against one who had lived longer and seen the effects. It was becoming increasingly obvious Seamus was just deep in denial.

Seamus glares at Genji at the demand. They want to retort, remind Genji of just how many enemies the small surviving community may be against. However, they are also aware of their mental anguish and did not wish to go to tears out of their anger. It would only cement Genjis reasoning.

They don’t speak anymore, simply shift into the dragon form and follow after the green dragon.

“The south would be worse about it. They have already lost plenty of land, knowing the guardian is back but ‘lost’ to a northerner would not settle well with many.” Fareeha explained, not terribly surprised that it did already cause some discourse.

“Or it could be the beginning of peace, knowing that the Southern guardian loves a Northerner. If Hanzo chooses carefully with his words, maybe the trust would be rebuilt. There will always be someone that doesn’t like the change, but it is necessary. There are still a number in Aifes clan that do trust the mating. Sure, the clan is small now so it may not be a large fraction, but it’s somethin’.” Lena retorted at Fareeha before an olive is shoved in her mouth.

Fareeha seems to think on Lena’s words before adding her input. “Defeating Moira may help enhance the trust, but it’ll never guarantee complete trust. Her death is a step in the right direction, but it would matter whether we can all go through the rest. It would be a difficult road, but a much needed one.”

“I am well aware.” He said softly. “We have reports of the Southerners hatred of the union already. Some call for me to take a Southern mate to make it fair.” Genji scuffed. He had but one mate he desired. One that was meant to be his for years. He would prefer to die mateless and childless. Hanzo had four young, one of them may have the burden of Northern Guardian.

Green eyes looked to Lena. To the youth of the world that held such hope. No doubt she had seen much sorrow in her time that would give her hope for peace. “We do not know what Hanzo will be like. Given the circumstances of what he had been through...” he could not imagine it. To have fallen in love and mated a beautiful Mer, to have hatched such beautiful young only to be swept away and forcibly impregnated...even Genji was not sure he would come out unchanged after such. “We must prepare for the best...and worst possible outcomes. Even if Moira is killed, the war between the north and south may still rage.”

The Guardian looked to his host. “What of your sisters in the south? The southern harpies? Did your isolation vex them?” They used to be close back in the day. Always willing to trade with eachother. “How have relations been?”

Grief

He had never really been too close to anyone. Not even his own brother while he was here. This was only meant to be temporary. Only meant to be a means to an end. To ensure the man he seen, if he could call him a man, was indeed the brother he thought long dead.

This was never meant to happen. Not like this.

He had been too late to save her. Had notched his bow just a split second too slow. Here she lay, battered and broken. Having responded to his first ever call for her aid.

He regretted it. Regretting that in one false hope, he gained the will to live again.

She paid the price.

She who had been indifferent to him simply because of her position as a doctor. She who saw the signs of what he was planning. She who took steps to slowly encourage him to reach out to others.

She who saved his brother.

The archer scooped up her body. Limp and lifeless in his hold. He had not a word for her. What could he say? Nothing he said nor did would make this right.

‘I know it is hard for you to process emotions.’ She had found him on the roof drinking. ‘Genji told me about how you were raised. Any emotion was seen as weakness. So you focus on burying them, only showing rage to keep up your wall of defense.’ She sat beside him, taking the glass from his hands. ‘Emotions do not make you weak. Genji found this out. Do not be afraid to show them the true you.’ Her blue eyes sparkled as she smiled at him.

He found cover behind a large stone. Here he cradled her in his arms. Protecting her head. It was the least he could do for all she did for him. Even as the enemy advanced on them. Even as he found himself surrounded. Multiple guns aimed at him. He refused to let her go.

“Shimada...” he knew that voice. Even if he didn’t have to look up. “Have you found new purpose with Overwatch?” The Talon leader smirked. He did not respond. Only moved her hair from her eyes. “Talon can do so much more then they ever could.”

He again refused to speak. Only gently rested her head in his lap so he could fire an arrow. He missed, yet his point was made clear. He had no interest in going quietly.

“Be reasonable Shimada. She is already lost.” Even they could see that. Then it didn’t matter then right? He raised his eyes to look at him. Glaring darkly as he tossed aside his bow. To kill and unarmed man, even Akande would not sink so low. “Very well.”

He snapped his fingers and the Reaper appeared. Standing tall enough to over shadow them. Gun pressed against his forehead. Still the archer did not back down. Calling this bluff. Even as the gun was cocked, he snarled in response, pressing his head further into the warm metal.

“So be it.” He snapped again but there was no gunfire. Everyone but Akande had gone. “I leave you to your grief. Having to explain this should be quite fun for you indeed.” It was not long before he was out of sight. Before the pounding in his chest had quieted.

When the others found them, he was blamed. The cowboy grabbed him by the neck once the DJ took her. Screaming about how he would make him pay. His brother stayed by her side. Yet he never looked his way. He did not argue as they placed the shackles upon him. Nor did he fight them.

After all, it was his arrow that had pierced her heart.

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Hanzo sat in the meeting, hearing the bitching of his council men arguing over which plan was better. He wished to escape, more over he wanted to escape this evening. A party was to be held, one where many other families would present daughters for him in hopes of a connection and marriage. He had no interest. He excused himself, claiming to need to prepare for the party. Thanking the gods for this chance to escape the old men that seemed to have no end of bickering.

She used her recon mission to personally get out of doing any more talon missions. She had been annoyed with the constant eyes of talon on her. Solo missions have been her savior. In a sense, he was saving her from the rest of talon. Even if there had been a threat of reconditioning.

She decided to pretend to do her job, wearing a nice dress the made her feel human again. It made her feel like Amélie. When she got to the door, she cracked her neck before she planned her attack. She swung down, kicking one guard in the face with her boots, the other guard quickly caught her fist with his face. She dragged them into a bush before walking towards the Archer.

“Your guards are useless. You need new ones.” She scoffed, fixing her dress. She hadn’t planned on crashing his party. She did miss the after season parties with the other ballerinas. She missed the laughter and jokes. She missed her old life. She missed throwing the occasional party in the chateau to celebrate the different occasions.

He was dressed and ready. Dawning his suit his men called The Scion. His long hair was tied back with a matching blue ribbon. From the high office he could see the guests. All men he knew and their daughters, granddaughters and more. All dressed in revealing gowns in hopes of attracting his attention.

In truth it made him sick. These balls were not new to him. Ever since he was sixteen he had to endure them. Every year and sometimes more. Having to put on a face of elegance and interests. Of dancing with women who tried their best to seduce him. Some going as far as to hide away in his room in hopes he would be a man of honor should they chance upon intimacy.

Hanzo was no fool. He would cast them out. Never glancing at their naked forms and toss them to the halls without their clothing. Sure that they would think twice before doing such again. After all, his men were instructed not to give these lowsome women aid, which included clothing. Not that they minded much.

Here he stood drinking his sake, watching them gather and talk. Waiting for him to come down so they could try and woo him.

Even as she entered he did not turn. Just looked down at the gate that awaited him. “If you come to kill me...you would be doing me a favor.” He mused. Pouring more sake in his glass before he plopped in his chair. Slowly turning to look at her. “Yet you and I both know that is not why you are here.”

“You look ridiculous.”

Jesse furrowed his brows at Hanzo and looked at himself in the mirror. “I don’t think i look that bad. We’re supposed to look like tourists for this mission, yah?” he asked fixing a little bit of the annoyingly bright hawaiian shirt, popping the collar and getting some sunscreen to slather on his nose; not that he needed it with how tan he was.His cargo shorts and socks-with-sandals combo would make even Jack Morrison proud

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Jesse laughed and shook his head. “Had to get long sleeve shirts. In the middle of summer in the mediterranean. Now i’m from the desert but damn! I hate humidity!”

He smiled and moved down Hanzo’s shoulder to his arm, watching the blue dragon was hidden under the make up. “oh my god…!” he laughed. “That had to have been embarrassing!”

He could not help but snicker. Genji had a way of getting to people. Doing things that would clearly irritate the chosen target. For this, humidity and the forcing him to wear long sleeves. He recalled him doing something similar to one of the clan guards. One who challenged him by refusing to add the sama honorific to his name. “Forgive me.” He could hardly hide his chuckle.

The feel of those fingers as they stroked his skin was maddening. Wanting nothing more then to feel more of them. The fact that they slowly worked their way lower was not helping. So he tried to focus his eyes out the window, on something, anything to distract him from foolish thoughts.

Jesse laughed. “nothin’ ta forgive. It was funny now that i look back on it. Course not as funny as when i got him high on weed and recorded him trying to sing a horrible cher song!”

Jesse laughed again and smiled and he shook his head, his fingers lingering a bit as he rubbed the cover up a little farther down. he felt a chill down his back as he felt Hanzo’s muscles under his fingers. he would be a fool to say he hand’t wanted to feel other places, but…he had to keep himself in check.

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At the mention of the drug Hanzo scrunched his nose. While he had does his fair share of opium, he never found the enjoyment of the common weed. It was one of Genji’s favorites. So to hear he was still using was not for him to judge, even if he disliked it. “I am sure it was something to behold.”

He could feel those fingers linger longer then expected. His eyes turned to McCree. Studying his look. He seemed lost in thought. Those sorrowful eyes didn’t seem to notice him looking. So with his free hand he reached out to gently touch his cheek. “You look so pale all of a sudden.”

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She caught up quickly. Using her grappling hook to take the lead. No matter, it didn’t mean any thing. The next time she used it, he fired an arrow, severing the line. Giving her a smirk as he passed by, climbing up the building with ease.

This was proving to be more fun then he thought it would. Just to let go and even talk with someone who wasn’t actively trying to kill him…yet. He could not be sure about the near future.

Once he reached the top he stopped. Looking out at the city as he caught his breath. There was a stronger gust of wind this high, where there were few buildings to block them. It was a beautiful sight. One that never got old.

She gasped when he cut her line. She was able to quickly regain herself on a roof. “Such a tease.” She mused.

She followed him with some ease. She was the most alive she had felt in a while. She didn’t mind the gusts. She stood by him, smiling as she looked around. “It is beautiful up here.”

He let her stand beside him. He did not care. Knowing that if it came to brute strength he was well endowed. He would easily throw her from there, knowing her chance to survive was lessened since he cut her line.

“Mhm.” He grunted in agreement. The archer sat down, legs dangling from the edge. Grabbing the gourd at his hip and taking a drink. “Your fast.” Was all he said. Refusing again to look at her.

“You look ridiculous.”

Jesse furrowed his brows at Hanzo and looked at himself in the mirror. “I don’t think i look that bad. We’re supposed to look like tourists for this mission, yah?” he asked fixing a little bit of the annoyingly bright hawaiian shirt, popping the collar and getting some sunscreen to slather on his nose; not that he needed it with how tan he was.His cargo shorts and socks-with-sandals combo would make even Jack Morrison proud

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Jesse chuckled. “He got me a tube of cover up that wasn’t the right color. it was…actually bout this color for you.” he said as he blended it together. “Back when i had my arm, my Deadlock ink was on my forearm. So i had to make sure it was covered for any kind of undercover job.” he smiled.

“Jackass made me go out and get a tube on my own since he wouldn’t let me have the receipt to return it.” he shook his own head and sighed. “Then there was the time Genji bleached my hair for a job. He didn’t even get the roots.”

Hanzo chuckled softly. “He can be an asshole.” Sometimes he missed that. Just how his brother would cause trouble for him. It made life somewhat more bareable for him when they grew up. A break for the routine.

“His first choice was lubricant.” He muttered. Not having thought about it befor he cleared his throat. “I mean, if he did not get it in the proper shade, how did you make it work?” He tilt his head to the side. Trying to obscure his face. That was…a bit much. Even for Genji.

Jesse laughed and shook his head. “Had to get long sleeve shirts. In the middle of summer in the mediterranean. Now i’m from the desert but damn! I hate humidity!”

He smiled and moved down Hanzo’s shoulder to his arm, watching the blue dragon was hidden under the make up. “oh my god…!” he laughed. “That had to have been embarrassing!”

He could not help but snicker. Genji had a way of getting to people. Doing things that would clearly irritate the chosen target. For this, humidity and the forcing him to wear long sleeves. He recalled him doing something similar to one of the clan guards. One who challenged him by refusing to add the sama honorific to his name. “Forgive me.” He could hardly hide his chuckle.

The feel of those fingers as they stroked his skin was maddening. Wanting nothing more then to feel more of them. The fact that they slowly worked their way lower was not helping. So he tried to focus his eyes out the window, on something, anything to distract him from foolish thoughts.

“We could have found a way to get rid of the seal by then. And outside fertility would not increase the rate eggs were made.” An argument even against one who had lived longer and seen the effects. It was becoming increasingly obvious Seamus was just deep in denial.

Seamus glares at Genji at the demand. They want to retort, remind Genji of just how many enemies the small surviving community may be against. However, they are also aware of their mental anguish and did not wish to go to tears out of their anger. It would only cement Genjis reasoning.

They don’t speak anymore, simply shift into the dragon form and follow after the green dragon.

“It’s just hot,” Lena replies after she manages to swallow the stuffed grape leaf. “You weren’t wrong about the food being hearty, though.”

Lena takes her time with the rest, trying the sides and dips as she eats. The feathered dragon was happier now. Enjoying both rest and some new culture. The food was tasty and the beds were to die for.

“You not gonna eat anythin’? Not even one? It’s still a bit till dinner.” Lena questions as Genji seems a bit more lost in thought. “Everythin’ will go fine. We’ll beat Moira and get back your brother. Maybe once Hanzo is back, there will be a bit more peace down South. Keep the humans back or increase food. We can travel back and forth like the old days. Help each other so we all thrive.”

“That would be the dream but I doubt the south would accept a truce so readily after the guardians were lost. If it is true that a northern clan member is mated to the guardian, there may be backlash.” Fareeha added.