Genzo The Long Way Home

The Long Way Home

by Cang Tong

Original Work: Overwatch/Watching Pioneer

Pairing: Genji Shimada/Hanzo Shimada

Rating: R

Waiver: Do not own

Warning: A lot of fabricated second designs, slightly dark Genji.

There is along longway home.

He buried his head and pushed open the door of the hotel as usual, turning a deaf ear to the bustling jokes coming from the ground floor similar to the bustling cowboy bar. He closed the door to isolate the scorching air from the vast and hopelessly large yellow sand behind him, a drop of sweat The position of condensing on the temple will not fall.

"Good afternoon, Samurai." The sharp-eyed shopkeeper glanced at the old acquaintances and greeted them.

The samurai walked over with a blank face, his footsteps were not so coordinated, and the quiver on his back was badly damaged. "It's not going well, huh?" The shopkeeper looked up at the samurai's bad face and wisely did not continue to ask. He swept the banknotes on the counter into his bag and turned to the direction where the other party left: "You haven't come to the nearest room for a long time. It's a little tight again, I rented out the house you often rent."

The samurai with a bow and arrow on his back stopped in his tracks: "I don't like living with other people."

"First come, first come, brother, I can't drive him away now. That man said he doesn't mind living with other people, and he has two beds."

The samurai rubbed his back habitually. This desert is only a place where people can live for hundreds of kilometers. He has just received some troublesome commissions and his body must be rested. Besides, he will stay here for several days.

"He can go live with someone else."

"Yes, yes, but you will have to pay double."

"..."

Looking at his pocket, the invincible Japanese samurai humiliated at this moment and chose to compromise.

Before returning to the room, he ordered wine and beer as usual. Of course, what else can you ask for from this dilapidated place in the middle of the desert.He squeezed the bottle and walked towards the corner where he used to stay. He suffered a serious injury in the previous mission, on his back, and now the edge of the quiver was grinding the piece of flesh and blood, under the lining of the dark clothes It must have been horrible, he'd hiked long enough in the hot sun to get to this place, his lips cracked and his vision blurred, all he wanted to do at this point was to pour a cold beer over his head to temporarily appease the animal that was almost down its throat from pain and thirst. The monster that crawled out.

However, when he walked over with heavy steps, he found that there was already someone opposite the old position, to be precise, there was an omnic.

Can machines eat food too?

Omnics in bars in this kind of place are rare, and he couldn't help but look at the opponent more, obviously without "eyes" or any visual parts similar to "eyes", but the samurai felt strangely that this thing was also there. Stare at him.It was uncomfortable, and he placed the bottle heavily on the wooden table, and then sat down, feeling relieved that his calves were finally free.He raised his head and drank most of the wine, and the pain subsided somewhat. He relaxed his back and looked away, and found that the omnic on the opposite side still maintained the posture of "looking at" him, and the position of the mechanical arm did not change at all. In this way, when exposed to such "sight", there is always an illusion of being stripped to the naked eye for scrutiny.

He'd never liked the cold stuff, not to mention he'd just had one of the top ten bad days, if any, of his bad days, and the samurai decided to give up the rest of his beer and try to stand up.However, the moment he stood up straight, his wrist was caught by the cold metal, and the warrior drew out the compound bow faster without nocking the arrow, but turned the back of the bow and slammed it hard at the omnic that imprisoned him. The omnic took a step back and stretched out his hand to block, Simply follow the trend and press in the direction of the archer.The huge force made the warrior's bow grip numb. He is not that good at close combat, and the machine in front of him is obviously a good player and strikes first, so the situation is not good.

killer?assassin?He suddenly thought that he must distance himself——

"Stop," he heard the omnic speak suddenly, with a mechanically unique electronically synthesized tone, and said his name close to his carotid artery without any ups and downs; "Hanzo."

Unlike any other brother, Shimada Hanzo was not too close to his younger brother from a young age.

At that time, Hanzo was about six years old, and he had already filled up all his time with various courses. The teachers of archery and swordsmanship were very strict, and his father was even worse.He is very busy every day, and he vaguely knows that there will be important things waiting for him to do in the future, so he works extra hard and never dares to relax.On the contrary, his brother who is three years younger than him, Hanzo can often see Genji chasing and playing with the servants who take care of him outside the window of the dojo, and the laughter can be heard so far away.He couldn't help but follow their figures to see what they were playing, and just as he stood up, he got a heavy blow on his shoulder, young master, please don't concentrate on holding the knife.

At that time, Genji would still run around barefoot in the wooden corridor, holding the ball and calling him brother, brother to play with me; brother, look at the flowers, the flowers are blooming; brother, the sparrows under the eaves are flying back today ;Brother, I caught a butterfly and it is still alive. Do you want to come and touch it?And Hanzo was rushing to the dojo, he stopped when he heard Genji's shout, and stood on the stairs of the corridor with the huge sword that was completely out of proportion to his height, looking up, the cherry blossoms had been blooming for a long time, almost He was about to leave and floated all over the yard, and he only noticed now.

"Mom, why doesn't Genji have to go to class?"

"Genji is still young."

"I've been practicing since I was six years old."

"Because Genji is the younger brother, shouldn't the older brother be more responsible?"

But I don't want to be a brother at all.He didn't say that, Shimada Hanzo never called Genji "younger brother" when he was very young.Jealousy used to be like a shadow.

Later, he was severely scolded by the teacher because he was absent-minded and made a low-level mistake, and he was embarrassed in front of his father, hiding in the utility room, biting his lip and crying in a low voice.Except for the occasional footsteps and whispers of servants outside the wooden door, there is no other sound in this closed small space, and even the outlines of sundries begin to be blurred after dark.Hanzo was sitting in a corner of the room with his shoulders red and swollen from the wooden knife, sobbing intermittently. No one could find him here, and no one could see him in such a mess. So the young master recalled his father's frown Cry louder.Then the wooden door was pulled open.

His younger brother carefully showed his round head at the door, and the moonlight behind him stretched his shadow very long, poking straight at Hanzo's feet.

"elder brother?"

He stopped in the middle of crying, hiccupped a little from the sudden intrusion of Genji, and shrank in, trying to cover his face with the shadow of debris; "You... get out!"

"elder brother."

And Genji moved forward tenaciously like ignoring Hanzo's repulsion countless times, approached stubbornly, squeezed his small body into the space where Hanzo was hiding, and touched his face regardless of size: "What's wrong with you?"

"Get out," Hanzo asked Genji how he found him, with no strength left, "leave me alone!"

Genji saw that his brother had already curled himself up into a smaller ball and turned his back to hide his face between his knees, he frantically went to pick up a few strands of hair that were strayed out.He also squatted down, got as close to his elder brother as possible, and patted his arched back like his mother; "Brother, don't cry."

"go away."

"Turn around."

"Go away."

"Turn around, brother."

"I said that--"

Hanzo turned around abruptly, but was thrust into his arms by a ball of Genji. The five or six-year-old child was soft all over and had a faint milky smell. Genji hugged him tightly with his messy hair, and he lowered himself You can see your brother's wide-open eyes from the top of your head, and in the semi-dark space, your own reflection is very clear inside.Except for the time when Genji was just born, he has hardly ever been this close to his brother, which leaves him speechless.

Genji looked up at him, completely unaware of Hanzo's wavering, and went forward bravely as always, reached out to touch his eyelashes, and said not to cry.

At that time they were still so young, and what they were interested in was the cherry blossoms blooming and the birds singing, and the wings of the butterflies being folded in their palms. After many years, the complicated feelings, love and regret have not yet formed.

Many people have already noticed the commotion here, Hanzo's back was pressed against the wall and was firmly stuck by the opponent, and the wound on his left shoulder blade was rubbed painfully.He was thinking about the next counterattack, and heard the shop owner not far away growling like a lion: "How many times do I have to say it, I have to fight!"

Hanzo was forced to raise his chin, and stared at the omnic's black window, which was almost an eye, as menacingly as possible; "Let go."

The omnic remained in a stalemate for a while, and unexpectedly backed away in unison.Hanzo immediately drew back his bow and walked upstairs without looking back.He was too tired, and he was too uncomfortable. During the walk upstairs, he already felt that because of the scraping just now, the blood clots that had coagulated on his back were torn apart again, and the blood mixed with tissue fluid was dripping down sticky.

"Follow me any longer and I'll shoot you through the head." Hanzo stood at the door and said to the omnic who was following behind him. He knew that he had a bad reputation in this area, he would take on any job, and he often offended some messy people, but he I really don't have the strength to entangle with people today. To be honest, he is worthy of praise for being able to stand firm now; "Stay away from me!"

"I live here too." Omnic said, shaking the key in his hand, passed the Hanzo to open the door, and walked in very naturally: "By the way, I also received the same commission as you, and the cooperation is pleasant."

Hanzo was stuck at the door for a long time, and finally picked out the one he wanted to refute the most: "I clearly told him that I don't need help!"

"The boss obviously doesn't think so."

"Listen," he took off the quiver and threw it on the bed near the door, his muscles stiffened as he rubbed against the wound; "you can report to Lake as you like, and you can do whatever you want, as long as you don't get in my way, I don't need help .”

The omnic made a low mechanical sound, and Hanzo inexplicably thought it was a mocking sound; "Yes, deal, Shimada Hanzo."

Hanzo frowned: "Your name?"

"Me? I don't have a name." The nimble omnic assassin moved behind him almost instantly, which annoyed the samurai. A little below the chest, a dark number was engraved there.

"You can call me No.23."

——TBC——

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I really want to play with my ass, I look so itchy, and I feel so handsome watching other people's live games, oh.