Its snowing on Mt Fuji.
Hanzo sits alone."
I nodded to myself. Poetry was never my strong suit, but it looked like something out of a period drama. It was my brother, getting lost in sake. He was shouting out in slurred metaphores about honor. There wasn't anyone else in the room with him. It had been like this for the past couple of days. Though I could understand why. It had been the first time we met in years. And the way we met, the fight before, the dragons, the look in his eyes when he realized I was alive...
I was expecting some kind of reaction, but not this. The once proud and noble head of the Shimada Clan, now a mess. I had been sticking around to make sure Hanzo didn't inform the rest of the clan about the fact that I've survived all these years. Instead, all Hanzo had done was lock himself up in his home and go through all the drink in the house. It was about time for this to stop.
But how? I doubt that a friendly chat would end well. There is a good mediator I know though. Hopefully he wouldn't mind. I opened up my comms.
"Master, I need your help with someone."
"Genji, what's the problem?" Zenyatta mused.
I took a sigh. "It's Hanzo. He's taken our meeting in the worst possible way."
"Are you still sitting on that roof?"
I sat still for a moment, just as the wind picked up a bit and whistled through the groves of my mask. The universe always liked these jokes.
"I worry about him. I can't just leave him. At this rate he'll drink himself to death." At times I wish I could.
"I know just what to do. In the morning we will try to fix things. But remember how long it took you to get used to things. And I can only guess there's the pressures of your clan on his back."
Hanzo was snoring now, loudly. He couldn't do anymore damage to himself.
"They have been struggling for some time now. I wish I could help him through this. But he's already shown his displeasure at the idea. He doesn't want anything to do with me."
"Come back and rest. You surely need to recharge soon. In the morning, things will get better."
"Yes Master," I lowered my voice as I switched off the comms. Overwatch had arranged sleeping quarters for us while on our trip. It was a small appartment not terribly far from my brother's residence. I stuck to the shadows, keeping out of sight from civilians. There would be much to question if people saw me. My own brother could barely handle it. That is the reason I continue on with Overwatch. For Harmony.
Soon I was back at the appartment. I had climbed the terrace to climb to the 7th story window. The lights were off in the main area, except for the soft glow comming off of Zenyatta sitting cross legged in a chair. Hopping through the window I heard a small click and reflexivly drew my blade.
"You doin' all that sneakn' 'round sure makes me nervous," McCree graveled out. He was laying on the couch, with his hat half over his face. Since Genji and Zenyatta could not directly interact with people, Overwatch had assigned McCree as a point man.
"You know it could not be helped." I mused and resheathed my blade.
He just sighed and rehostered his gun. It was well into the night. Probably tired. I could feel my batteries starting to get low. Another couple hours and I would be on critical power. Staying out too late and away from power sources were not good at all. Another incident like last time was not favorable. Thankfully, Mercy had assumed that I would at times be in places with places with lower power sources than Overwatch Labrotories. I opened up my side and pulled out a long power cord that was compressed beneath my exterior armor. There was a setting on the side of the head for how much voltage, which was already set to a standard setting, and exchangable prongs to adapt to different countries outlets. I plugged myself into the wall near the TV and leaned into the corner. They were always more comfortable than a flat wall. Less of a chance to fall over in sleep, too. Not as good as when the outet is neer a bed. But the cyborg life wasn't always glamourus. And soon, I was asleep and in low power mode.
I slowly opened my eyes. My body was warming up its systems when it detected my main battery was full. It was about midday. I had slept through most of the recharging, but was still in low power mode untill fully charged. Mercy made sure this was a condition soon after I was given this body and wasn't used to it. At first, this resulted in deep conteplation and hate over my body, then grew into immense boredom during the long hours hooked into a wall. But soon after meeting Zenyatta, it had turned into an excuse to meditate for long spans of time. It was now almost enjoyable to feel the steady charge gather within me. It was the closest feeling to a full stomach I had over these past years.
I noticed that McCree was gone and Zenyatta appeared unmoved since last night. I've seen him in a medditative state for almost a week. Not wanting to disturb him, I unplugged myself gently. And the cord retracted back into its small compartment. I closed myself up and sat on the sofa where McCree was just last night. I quickly did a software diagnostic check. All systems were good. This I certianly used to hate. It made me feel incrediblly inhuman. Though it had evolved into my routine. Everything was good, and I had some free time. Zenyatta never explained what he was going to do to help the situation, but he was still meditating. So I decided to surf the web. This was I system I suggested recently for the downtime between fights. I was starting to get behind on some of 's videos. I was hoping to learn some of her tricks for the next time we will be able to play agaisnt each other. It was a strong rivalry between us.
And after a while, the door to the small apartent opened up. Without looking up from my video, I waved at McCree.
"Mornin' to ya too." Then he stepped foreward a bit and I noticed someone behind him. And then I closed my browser in surprise. Behind McCree was Hanzo. My brother noticed me as well, and there was an akward silence that hung in the room.
"It is nice to meet you, Shimamura Hanzo. I am your brother's teacher. My name is Zenyatta Tekartha." I really shoudln't have expected anything different. Master was always about open communication. But it was incredibly straight foreward, the way he set it up. And I suddenly felt unsure.
Hanzo just glared at me with sour eyes. I kept my head towards him, but my eyes darted around the room. There was no way I would show any fear, but that didn't mean I couldn't hide behind my mask as I always did.
McCree cut the silence. "I'mma head out and track down some grub." And he was gone. The man could be swift when he wanted to be. The door clicked behind him and it was the three of us.
"Please, sit down, we have much to discus," Zenyatta gestured towards the couch where I was sitting. Hanzo slowly moved across the room and situated himself instead in a chair close to the couch. Zenyatta floated around to a position where he could speek to both of us face to face.
"We will get the buisness out of the way first. We were hoping you could join us in Overwatch." Zenyatta tilted his head, waiting for an anwser.
Hanzo glared at me, then gazed at the door as if contemplating leaving. "Why would I do such a thing?"
Zenyatta straightened his gaze at Hanzo. "While everyone has their own reasons for joining, I believe you must find your own. A better formated question is, why would you not? From our intel, you have been a bit of a drifter. Some time ago, you seperated yourself from the Shimada Clan andhave been on the run from them since."
"Times,they sure have changed," I stoped myself short, "brother."
There was a visible tense in his stance when I said that word.
"And I also said that you are not my brother." Poison was striking with his words. "I killed my brother."
It hurt me just as much now as when he first said those words. I learned long ago that hatred would not help me. I had let go of the anger I had towards my brother, and the only thing that was left in the void was the desire to reconnect with him. Even as a young child, I was proud to be my brother's simbling. I would get into fights with the other kids as a child whenever somebody disrespected Hanzo. And as he chose to train and study to become clan leader over playing with the other children, this was quite frequent. They simply thought he was sick all the time and asumed I was lying when I spoke of my brother's acomplishment in archery.
"Hanzo," Zenyatta started, "Why do you keep trying to tell yourself this?"
"Because I watched him die!" Hanzo's voice rang out. Then he grew quiet as he looked down at his legs. "I watched him die as my dragons were let lose with all my fury."
I closed my eyes and quietly breathed to myself. The memories came, and I stuck to Mercy's advice. I let the thoughts come and go, not holding onto them. Years had taught me how to go through them when they hit me. After a few minutes, I realized nobody spoke after what Hanzo had said. They were both staring at me, Zenyatta with his head tilted and my brother with a look of worried confusion. I relaxed my posture to show I was alright.
"You must have held back then," Zenyatta slowly mused, his gaze locked on me. "If Genji is before us, alive." He stressed the last word in reassurance.
It was quiet. I had actually never thought of that. Hanzo's dragons were emensely powerfull. It was surprising that I had survived. Did he really hold back? Even if he wasn't aware he was? I looked back at Hanzo. He was studying the groves of his boots. I had not really taken much tought at them at first. They were a bit modern for my brother. He accepted modern tendencies with his bow, but that was only for functionality. They were also, quite skinny. I thought for a moment, my mind wandering to our fight all those years ago. There was quite a bit of destruction we caused, especially from the final blow. The building wasn't sound in the first place.
"Broth-," I hesitated. He already showed his displeasure of me calling him that. "Brother, how did you get out of there?"
Hanzo gasped a little. It confirmed my thoughts. I almost couldn't believe it took so long for me to figure out. Though they were very well built, it was the slimness that tipped them off.
Hanzo sneared. "I used the skills I had been taught."
More silence.
"The two of you," Zenyatta pulled both of our attention, "could have ended up in each other's situation."
He let that sink in. I shifted a bit uncomfortably. Nobody else was speeking. There was just the uncomfortable feeling of Hanzo's eyes on me.
"I shall let you meditate on this. However, I must also point out that Genji has forgiven you. Please try to forgive yourself as well. For both of your sakes."
And with that he returned to where he was before and began to meditate once more. This left my brother and I to stew in silence.