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Overwatch Drabble - McHanzo

Title: Marked By The Dragon (McHanzo Oneshot)

Here’s a little oneshot I wrote a while back. Thought I’d share it here :)  Words: 1652

Bold text means someone is speaking in a different language (In this case, Japanese)

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Jesse McCree could have never felt more like the universe stabbed him in the back than today. Of all his missions to go wrong, it had to be this one. Rumor was that the Shimada Clan was in cahoots with the giant terrorist organization, Talon, and that they were considering a partnership to strengthen their forces not just across Japan, but all of Asia as well. Jesse was chosen from his Blackwatch team to go undercover in Hanamura, Japan, the home territory of the Shimada Clan, to try and learn more of this partnership.

What would this mean? More weapons? Trained terrorists and assassins popping up in worldwide crisis’s? Put them all together, and you get a whole lot of trouble. Which was what Jesse McCree was in at that very moment. He was snooping around a dock owned by the assassin empire, checking out a recent weapon shipment that was sent to the clan by Talon. He was blind-sighted, struck in the back of the head and then everything went black.  

When he managed to flutter his eyes open, he felt light headed. His wrists were tied behind his back. A sack was placed over his head, his vision recovering from the hit. He felt empty, like something was missing. It was his hat. He cursed quietly under his breath. That was his favourite hat. Once he figures out where the heck he was, Jesse was going to let’em have it.

Through the sack’s fabric, he could tell that he appeared to be inside a well decorated room. A floral, fruity, scent caught his nose. Was that *sniff sniff* … sake? He’s never tasted it, but he sure knew the smell of it. Especially if the stuff expired and the stench went south.

A voice growled, ordering a command in Japanese. “Remove it,” Jesse felt a hand grab the back collar of his shirt before the sack was pulled away from his face, the lights of the room temporary blinding him before his eye sight adjusted themselves and his gaze well upon, him.

Sitting before him in a leather booth was Hanzo Shimada, the newly inherited emperor of the Shimada Clan, taking over after Sojiro Shimada passed away a couple months ago. He wore an excellently tailored black suit with a light pink dress shirt underneath that was un-buttoned, revealing a small v-neck of his torso. Glancing over at his left hand, Jesse could just barely see the tip of the blue and black ink of the Shimada’s famous tattoo. Jesse has seen photos of it online, but never in-person. That thing was a mighty fine piece of work. Hanzo sure was something else in Jesse's eyes ...

Come to think of it, Jesse has never seen Hanzo in the flesh either. Talk about making a good first impression.

“We caught him snooping around at the docks,” A guard explained. “We believe he was going to sabotage our shipments,”

Hanzo raised his hand, signaling the man to stop speaking. He took the glass of sake in his hand, taking a sip of his favourite liquor. “An Overwatch agent? How intriguing … “

Hanzo set the drink back down on the table before leaning back in his seat, legs crossed, left arm spread down along the rim of the chair as he gave the cowboy a stare that sent a chill down Jesse’s spine. He gulped, mustering up enough courage to speak. “Do you speak English?”

Hanzo smirked, huffing with amusement. “Quite fluently,”

“Two things; First, I wasn’t trying to sabotage anything,” Jesse began. “Secondly, where the hell is my hat?”

Hanzo’s smirk decreased slightly, glancing over to check his nails as he spoke. “Then what were you up to, snooping around on our territory? Tell me, and I’ll tell you what has become of your proud accessory.”  

Jesse clutched his jaw, glaring at the Shimada. He was teasing him. If it were something else, he would have made a comment about scraping the dang thing, but no. That hat was special to him.

“I was gathering intel for my organization,” he answered truthfully. “Your clan is gathering up more supplies than usual. All thanks to your new buddies at Talon?”

Hanzo hummed with content, turning his attention back to McCree. “So Overwatch finally figured it out,”

“Why would you assassin’s even team up with scum like them?” Jesse questioned. “You guys are already quite high and mighty handling things on your own,”

“It was not my choice, but my fathers,” Hanzo corrected. He stood up from his seat, taking the glass in his hand as he walked over to the bar across the room. “It was one of his last acts as Leader of the Shimada Clan. In memory of him, I intend to respect his wishes, and honor our new allies.”

“Aw, did daddy force you to do something you didn’t like?” Jesse mocked.

Another guard yelped in Japanese before punching Jesse square in the face. If he aimed his fist a little higher, he would have broken Jesse’s nose. With that being said, it was still bleeding quite a bit.

“That’s enough,” Hanzo commanded, pouring the glass as he appeared unfazed by the action of his guard. He turned back around to look at Jesse, watching as tiny drops of his blood dripped onto the wood panel floorboards beneath them. “I may not have approved of it at first, but Talon does provide the Shimada Clan with a few things that even we do not possess. In return, we assist them with any side matters that needs attending to,”

“Your basically their own personal Assassin’s now,” Jesse remarked.

“They already have plenty of their own, but it does have their advantages,” Hanzo replied. “Which is why I’ve asked my men to bring you here,”

What? Jesse raised a brow at the man as he walked back towards his seat, setting the drink back down on the table. “Come again?”

Hanzo laughed, stuffing his hands into his pant pockets as he looked over at the cowboy. “How hard did my men hit you in the back of the head?”

“What do you want from me?!” Jesse demanded.

“I want you to do a job for me. Recently, someone has become a thorn on Talon’s side. Hacking their networks, stealing valuable data, any sort of damage she can do at a distance. With their agents otherwise preoccupied, their leader has kindly requested that I handle it for them,” Hanzo explained, slowly stalking towards the cowboy. “The girl’s name is Hope Ivery.”

“You want me to track her down for you?” Jesse asked for clarification.

Hanzo didn’t say anything at first until he knelt in front of the cowboy, “I want you to find her, and kill her,”

Jesse’s eyes widened with shock as he processed the request that was given to him. For all he knew, this Hope Ivery lady could be just an innocent bystander. Was she really causing Talon so much trouble that they had to hire the criminal empire of the Shimada Clan to track her down?

“And if I refuse?” He spoke.

Within a flash, Hanzo pulled out a knife from his jacket pocket and pressed it against Jesse’s neck. The cowboy caught his breath, not daring to make a move. “I’m so sorry to hear about Captain Amari. Such a devastating loss on Overwatch’s part,”

Jesse froze like a statue. How in the hell did he–!

“How is her daughter doing? Little Fareeha?” Hanzo went on, a devilish grin on his face. “Well, considering how much time has passed, I suppose she’s all grown up now. But it would be such a shame if she were to unexpectedly meet the same fate as her mother,”

That’s where he drew the line. McCree narrowed his eyes at Hanzo, puffing his chest. He loved Fareeha like a sister ever since he first joined Overwatch, like the sibling he’s always wanted. And now Hanzo Shimada was threatening her life?!

“If you do this job for me, McCree, both of your lives will be spared, and it would be like this evening didn’t even happen. All you have to do is make Miss Ivery’s death look like an accident,” Hanzo reasoned, tilting the knife ever so slightly. “Do we have a deal?”

Jesse’s eyes shifted between Hanzo and the knife for a few moments. This guy wasn’t really giving him a choice, was he? A life for a life…

Jesse’s stature relaxed, narrowing his eyes straight into Hanzo’s cruel soul. “Deal…”

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Overwatch Drabble - Genji

From “Watch Over Me - Chapter 29″ Tagging: @koikes

My footsteps crunched against the dirt as I made my way down the narrow path towards the courtyard. But along the way there I couldn't help but feel like something was off. The atmosphere didn't feel right for some reason. When I came to the end of the path and arrived at the clearing, I was surprised to only see Zenyatta in his meditating position, his orbs occasionally glowing and bouncing in a chant like rhythm.

"Good morning, Zenyatta," I greeted with a bow once I was near him.

"Good morning, Miss Ivery," he replied, lifting his head up to face me. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did," I smiled before scanning the area. No sign of the cyborg ninja anywhere. "Is Genji not joining us today?"

"He informed me that he will be arriving later this morning," Zenyatta explained, "For now, it is just to two of us,"

I pouted, sad that Genji wouldn't be showing up until later. But if he's busy doing something else, I guess I can't blame him. I sat down across from the Omnic Monk, lowering my head as I closed my eyes and focused, listening to the chime of Zenyatta's orbs before dwelling into my own little mind.

I'm not sure how long I was sitting there for, but at one point my nose became incredibly itchy and as much as I wanted not to move and break my concentration, I couldn't take it any longer. I hissed, scratching it with a huff as I opened my eyes, "Sometimes I just don't know how you do it, Zen--"

My mouth gaped open to see that the Omnic had suddenly vanished. Did he get up and leave without me hearing him? I suppose it's possible, he hardly makes a sound when he's floating. My head whirled about, trying to spot the Monk to see if he had moved elsewhere.

"Zenyatta?" I called.

Just as I was sitting up, I heard a voice cry out. It sounded nothing like the Monk. I turned my head and glanced up at the sky to see a certain cyborg ninja soaring down straight for me--!

"Ah!" I screamed, jumping back followed by collapsing to the ground as I had lost the feeling of my legs during meditation. "Genji, what are you--?!"

"Hah!" He dashed straight for me again, looking like he was going to punch me square in the face.

I did a backwards somersault to avoid the attack before standing up and using my arms to shield my face in order to block another punch, but I didn't react quickly enough after that, as Genji then spin kicked me at my side, forcing me back down to the ground a ways away from him.

Just what was going on?!

My heart was pounding in my chest, my breathes quickening as I scrambled to my feet to see Genji running for me again. The two of us went back and forth, he went in for a punch, I blocked it, I return a punch and he swiftly dodges it. It's like to two of us were part of some sort of dance, it was almost mesmerizing.

Finally, after seemed like forever, enough was enough. I could feel my body begin to tire. It was only a matter of time before Genji would force my body to collapse out of exhaustion. If this was suppose to be some sort of test, it sure isn't funny.

"Genji--!" I blocked another punch before feigning one in return followed by kicking him in the stomach. It pushed him away from my personal space before I jogged and pounced, grabbing the cyborg ninja as the two of us somersaulted along the ground before I pushed my hands down on his shoulders, pinning him down. "Snap out of it!"

Whatever was going on with him, I was expecting him to lash out at me. But instead, he started laughing. It was like he was enjoying himself. "Impressive Hope,"

I suddenly felt something press against my stomach. I lowered my head down and noticed Genji's foot. "Uh oh. . ."

"But you still have much to learn," he pushed his foot out, shoving me off of him as I tumbled to the ground.

"Ow. . ." I groaned.

I slowly sat up from the ground, rubbing the back of my head as I watched Genji stand up, his visor staring me down.

"Was this a test? Did I fail?" I asked him.

"I wouldn't put it that way," Genji replied as he crossed his arms. "How did she do, Hanzo?"

Wait, Hanzo?!

I whirled around to see Hanzo walking towards us, Zenyatta floating beside him. "She fought well for a beginner," The elder Shimada brother smirked.

"Hanzo!" I sprang up to my feet before wincing as I felt a rush of pain along my back. "Ow-- When did you get back?"

"Last night, actually," he answered.

Zenyatta tossed one of his orbs my way, glowing a bright yellow as its energy transferred over to me. It felt like a warm blanket was wrapped around my body as I felt the pain from my back slowly fade away. I exchanged a look between the trio before looking back at Genji once more. "What's this about?"

"Hanzo and I were talking," Genji began. "After what happened with the Junkers in Numbani, I had thought about the idea of possibly training you to defend yourself. At first I thought I was just being paranoid, but after your recent behavior involving the situation with Sombra, it only confirmed my thoughts,"

"I too grew concerned about your well-being, Hope," Hanzo continued as he stepped closer towards me, "In the event you do end up getting caught up more in our missions, we may not always be around to protect you,"

"So what you're saying is you two want to teach me how to fight?" I asked for clarification.

"That basically sums it up," Genji nodded his head. "But only if you feel comfortable,"

"Well. . ." I lowered my head, the idea running around in my head as I took a glance over at Hanzo and Zenyatta. "I have been getting into a bit of trouble lately, and I have a feeling that it's not going to stop anytime soon. . ."

"We'll start with the basics and then move on to the more advance techniques once we feel you are ready," Hanzo explained. "We'll train you as our father did for the Shimada Clan,"

"Wait, seriously?!" My eyes widened at the words he had said. "I'm gonna be a ninja?!"

Genji laughed again as he drew closer towards me, gently placing a hand on my shoulder from behind. "Let's not go that far quite just yet,"

"We must warn you now, the training can become quite difficult, strenuous even," Hanzo advised. "It'd be nothing like you've experienced before,"

"But. . . if it means being able to protect myself from Talon, it's worth it, right?" I asked.

Hanzo nodded his head in reply.

"What is your decision, Miss Ivery?" Zenyatta questioned me.

I cycled my gaze through the trio once more before forming my lips into a smile. "Can I call you guys my Sensei's?"

Hanzo snickered as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. "If you show wish,"

I smirked playfully in reply, "Well then, Sensei Hanzo, Sensei Genji, Master Zenyatta. . . when do we begin?"

Hanzo motioned his head to the side, towards the outskirts of the forest. "Your training begins now,"

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Overwatch Drabble - McCree

From “Watch Over Me - Chapter 6″ Tagging: @redghoulslinger

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to pop right out of my chest. It's like Reaper and Talon breaking into Winston's lab all over again! I watched my breathing, making sure it wasn't too loud for the members of the Deadlock gang to hear.

"I can't believe this," one of them barked. "How in the Sam Hill do you lose a crate of plutonium?!"

"It wasn't our fault," another yelped. "It was your bright idea have us guard it over night instead of just taking it straight back to the train!"

"The cops would have been expecting us to do that, Chopper," their leader talked back. "What's even more embarrassing is that you all got taken out by one dang, gun slingin', showoff!"

"It was dark out there, we had no idea who he was!" another of the gang members defended.

A gun slinger? Could they be talking about McCree? He did mention in his note that he was running on a lead with the Deadlock gang. He must have taken the Plutonium from them!

"I swear, if it's Jesse McCree who pulled that stunt on us, I'll make sure he never see's another sun set," their leader growled.

I listened as his footsteps drew closer to the counter, the squeaks of the stool turning as he took a seat, his lackeys following behind him.

"Oi, Betty, bring up three rounds would ya?" He commanded, looking over at the elderly woman.

"S-Sure thing," she nodded, quickly making her way into the kitchen.

I shuffled slightly in my spot, tucking my knees even closer to my chest, if that was even possible. I glanced over to the side, just barely peeking over at the open window. I saw Tracer poke her head up ever so slightly, spotting me. She signalled for me to stay quiet and lay low before giving me a thumbs up as she pointed towards the front door.

My best guess was that she was going to attempt a frontal assault? Maybe to buy me some time to escape through the window?

Not really know what else today, I nodded with a slight hesitation. She smiled at me with a wave before ducking back down.

"Hey, Wayne, look at this," I heard Chopper speak. "Someone else was here!"

"What?"

I glanced up, seeing a tiny bit of my glass suddenly move. Uh oh...

"Betty, anyone else in here?" Wayne, their leader asked.

"There hasn't been anyone in here other than y'all for the last... Half hour or so," Betty answered calmly as she placed three beer bottles on the counter, standing next to me.

"Really now?" Wayne questioned.

I suddenly heard munching, followed by, "It still tastes pretty fresh to me," Chopper spoke with his mouth full.

Did he really just eat my sandwich?! Oh no, that is just so gross!

"I hear McCree sometimes frequents this place when he's in town," the other Deadlock gangster spoke up. "Maybe it was 'im!"

"Now Betty, sweet, sweet, Betty," Wayne cooed as he moved away from his seat. "You better not be lying to me, darlin'."

"Now why would I do that?" Betty replied as she began to move to the other side of the counter.

And judging by the footsteps I heard from the other opposite side of the counter, I could make a good guess that Wayne was following her every move. No, wait... Now there were two pairs of footsteps. One of Wayne's cronies must be following her as well.

My mind began to race as my chest and back started heating up. Betty was lying to protect me. Someone she didn't even know, a mere customer! There was a high chance that those jerks might pull something on her. Try to hurt her, or worse yet, kill her in order to get the truth out of her! There just had to be some sort of way I could help her!

I looked over at one of the empty shelves of the counter, noticing a fry pan. I grabbed the handle, pulling out the kitchen utensil as I clutched it in my hands. I slowly began to crawl out of my hiding spot, creeping along the floor as I emerged away from the counter just as Wayne continued speaking.

"I'm going to ask you this one more time, and you better give me an answer I'll like," Wayne threatened, whipping out a pistol and aiming it at Betty. "Where is McCree?"

I suddenly sprang up, sneaking up on Chopper as I whacked him in the back of the head with the fry pan. He coughed out on  "OOF!" before collapsing to the floor. Wayne and the other Deadlock lackey whipped around, spotting me.

"What in the hell is this?" he questioned.

I caught sight of the elderly woman behind them, taking ever so quiet steps away from the pair. I had to think of something to distract them even longer if I want Betty to make a run for it.

"U-Unless you want to end up like your friend here," I stuttered, getting into a stance like a baseball player getting ready to bat. "I suggest you keep away from Ms. Betty, right now."  

Wayne snarled at me, aiming his gun in my direction as I shut my eyes and braced for the incoming bullets. I heard gun fire, and tiny gushes of wind blow by my face. When I opened my eyes, I noticed multiple holes in the frying pan. I looked over at Wayne, the hole of his pistol smoking. The sight startled me so much that I let go of the handle and dropped the frying pan.

"Or... you could do that." I commented.

His lackey pulled out his own pistol, aiming it at me as a way of ordering me to stay where I was. Wayne chuckles at me as he begins to turn his back on me, "Now where were we, Be--", Only to discover that Betty was gone. "What?!"

I smirked at his reaction. While he was firing at me, Betty made a break for it through the back exit of the dinner.

Wayne snarled, sending me a nasty glare as he aimed his gun straight at me and open fired. I tried moving out of the way, but I wasn't too quick enough, as the bullet just barely grazed my upper left arm. I ended up spinning before falling head first to the floor. I hissed at the insanely irritating pain, looking over to see the wound bleeding. I sat up slowly, pushing my free hand against the wound to try and stop of the blood.

As I did so, I heard footstep and when I looked up, Wayne had his gun pointed right at my forehead.

"You've got guts kid, I'll give you that," He spoke. "But you shouldn't have gotten involved."

"Blow her away, Wayne!" His lackey cackled.

If you thought I was terrified before, I was even more so now. Where the heck was Tracer? Doesn't she have some sort of plan?!

I shut my eyes again, waiting for it. I heard a gun shot fire, only I didn't feel any more pain. I opened my eyes to see Wayne's hand gun free. It had been knocked out of his hand, the man shouting a curse word as he grabbed his wrist and took a step back.

A new set of footsteps caught my attention, coming from the entrance of the diner. I looked over to the side to see a man, the hole of his revolver smoking hot. He appeared to be in his late 30's, with slightly tanned skin, messy brown hair with a matching beard and piercing eyes. He wore a light cowboy hat with a yellow and black chest plate with a red poncho overtop, brown leather glove on his right hand and a robotic arm on his left, pants with a belt that had a golden buckle that read "BAMF", and black kicks.  

"Didn't your momma ever tell ya that's no way to treat a lady, Wayne?" he spoke.

"Jesse McCree--!" Wayne hissed.

His lackey brought his fingers to his mouth, whistling loudly. The front door flew open as four more members of the gang entered the diner, blocking the way from the cowboy.

"What'cha gonna do now, McCree?" Wayne teased. "You're surrounded."

He was outnumbered 4 to 1. Well, 6 if I counted Wayne and his lackey. I suddenly felt a gush of wind as I watched a blue blur entered the room through the open window, and Tracer suddenly rammed the two gangsters closest to my location away from me.

"Do it Jesse!" She shouted.

The cowboy flexed his arm out, a grin splattered on his face. "It's high noon."

Within a flash, he whipped around and nailed all four of the Deadlock Gang members behind him! He literally fired his Peacekeeper and just let it rip! He took them all down like that were nothing!

"Whoa," I breathed.

Footsteps once again caught my attention as I watched McCree walk over towards me, kneeling down beside me. "You hanging in there, kid?" He asked, pointing over at my wound.

I nodded slowly, briefly checking the wound before meeting his gaze. "Y-Yeah."

I sat up, stepping behind me as he carefully helped me up from the floor, setting aside on one of the bar stools. He then proceeded towards Tracer who kept guard of Wayne and his partner, who she had tackled into a booth.

They both stirred, pushing themselves out of the seats and collapsing to the floor. Wayne shook off his injury, tilting his head up only to lock eyes with Jesse McCree.

"Unless you want to join your friends, I suggest you two run along all nice like, alright?"

Their skin turning a pale white, Wayne yanked his fellow gang member up from the floor as the two of them squired out, Jesse growling at them as the three of us watched them take their leave, the sounds of their motorcycles fading the farther they drove away.

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Overwatch Drabble - Hanzo

From “Watch Over Me - Chapter 9″ Tagging: @demonleashed @ofreparation 

"Okay, I got my food," I breathed a sigh of relief. "Time to make my way back,"

As I walked up the street and just as I was about to turn the corner to enter the next street over, when the sound of loud, wood creaking caught my attention. I stopped, turning around as my gaze fell to the front gates of Shimada castle. The guards Hanzo had taken out stepped out into the street. The one up front spotted me, pointing in my direction.

"It's that girl from the lookout tower!"

I froze. Wait... they didn't see me did they?!

I mind frantically raced back in time to the moment I watched Genji sneak into the castle before I made my way back down the tower. As I was heading back into the building, I shifted my gaze over to the guards that were knocked out at the front courtyard. I must have been going so fast, not wanting to get caught, that I didn't realize that one of them spotted me!

"She must be working with Hanzo," He growled. "Get her!"

The sight of them charging at me put in a panic. I dropped my ramen to the ground as it splattered on my boots with a yelp. I scampered backwards before finally getting the feeling in my feet back as I made a dash down the alleyway. I was huffing and puffing so much that I swear my breathing was louder than the clanks of the heels of my boots slamming against the stone tiles.

I checked behind my shoulder, seeing the guards running after me. The majority of them were human males, with one or two omnics in the group, and they all wore matching black suits. It was like I was an alien and I was being chased by the Men in Black!

I quickly scrambled my arm forward, powering on my communicator as I tapped Genji's I.D. number. The ringer continued to go off as I poked out of the alleyway and into another empty street. "Come on, come on!"

Finally it stopped ringing and a voice spoke through the speaker. "Hope?--"

"YOU WERE RIGHT, I SHOULD HAVE GONE BACK WITH YOU!" I shouted.

"Hope, what is happening?" Genji immediately responded with great concern in his voice.

"The guards from Shimada Castle spotted me and they're chasing me through the streets of Hanamura!" I yelped. "They think I'm in league with Hanzo!"

"What street are you on?" he questioned, the sound of the ship's side door opening echoed in the background.

I frantically looked around for a post sign that would tell me the street name, but I was running so fast I was worried I might have missed it. But as I jerked to the side to run into another alley at the end of a street, I spotted the sign. "I'm entering an alley way on Okami Road."

"I'm on my way," he proclaimed.

I was looking down at the holographic screen of my communicator when the call ended. Just as I was tearing my gaze away from it, I ran right into a brick wall and collapsed to the ground. My head hurt like hell as I slowly pushed myself up. There was a good chance I was bleeding, but from where I didn't know. I didn't really have time to check as footsteps caught my attention.

The guards were at the other side of the alley, blocking the only exit that was available to me. I was now officially cornered.

I chuckled nervously, raising my hands. "I-I-I don't want any trouble,"

"Then start talking, girl," the leader of the guards cracked his knuckles. "Where is Hanzo Shimada?"

"I-I-I don't know! He just took off," I answered, my voice stuttering as I slowly began to back away. "I don't even know where the heck he went!"

"Are you working with him or not?" He barked. "We saw you at the lookout tower!"

"I don't even know the guy," I stated, my hands hitting the brick wall. "I swear!"

"Looks like we may need to beat the answers out of you, girl," He growled threateningly.

I gulped, my palms starting to sweat. Uh oh. I took one more step backwards, and I ended up backing right up against the brick wall. But then I did, I noticed a sound of a "CLANK" tap against the brick. I looked down to my side jacket pocket, reaching inside it and feeling a metal object inside. I flinched, my fingers grasping it tightly.

It was the pistol Mercy gave me for target practice. Winston made me take it with me while I went out of Genji, just in case I got caught in any trouble. I completely forgot about it!

Two of the men made their way towards me. I waited for the right moment to try my retaliation. When they were close enough, I whipped the gun out and used it to slap the guard closest to me right in the face. I then fired a shot at the second guard, who whirled around and collapsed to the ground, clutching his shoulder as he groaned from the pain.

No signs of blood. The blaster must be set to stun.

I looked up at the rest of the group to see their sudden looks of surprise. I took aim at the group, standing firm. "I have a weapon, and I'm not afraid to use it," I spoke, my voice still shaken. "If you let me walk away, I promise you won't end up like your friends."

"You think we're scared of a little sting? Hardly!" The leader snarled.

He stayed back as the rest of the three guards came charging at me all at once. It was quite intimidated to say the least. I fired a series of shots, the pulses just barely grazing their shoulders and sides. They must be the team muscle of the group. The two up front, one human male and an omnic, caught me, forcing me to drop to my weapon as they rammed me back first, right into the brick wall before tossing me to the ground.

My back was killing me, and my shoulders were incredibly sore. That hit didn't exactly help with my already bleeding head injury. The side of my head stung even more now, and before I even realized it, my vision slowly started to blur. This was definatly not good.

The two guards that tackled me into the wall, each grabbed my arms and pulled me up to my knees. The third guard that trailed behind them, formed his hand into a fist as he first sucker punched me in the face, then he proceeded to hit me in the gut. Twice. I was really starting to feel uneasy now. I swear I could taste blood inside my mouth.

"Now I will ask you one more time, girl," the leader growled, staying behind.

The third guard grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at his boss as the man crossed his arms.

"Where is Hanzo Shimada?"

There was a sudden "SWOOSH!" as something soared down from the sky. It pierced right through the third guard's arm. He wailed from the pain as he let go of my face and fell to his side, clutching his arm. It was only then did I manage to get a good look at the object that pierced his skin.

It was an arrow.

"Here I am!" A voice proclaimed.

Swiftly, Hanzo jumped down from the rooftops. His sudden appearance startled the two guards who had a grasp on me as they both released my arms in fear.

"Get down!" he shouted.

I quickly ducked down, shielding my wounded head as I hunched low. With a swing of his boy, Hanzo whacked the remaining to guards right into the wall. The impacts on their heads knocked them out cold as they both collapsed in a tile of trash.

My body shaking, I slowly lowered my hands as I raised my head, looking up at the powerful form of the elder Shimada brother. He stood in front of me protectively with his bow armed and ready, his arrow aimed at the head of the guard leaders.

"Are you alright?" he asked me, yet his eyes never strayed from his prey. "Can you stand?"

It took me a moment to reply to him, as I was processing the last 10 seconds that happened. Hanzo Shimada literally came out of nowhere and saved my life. Someone he didn't even know. He most likely noticed that the guards were chasing me, so he decided to run after me. But from what Genji has told me about his older brother, Hanzo must be rescuing me so he can find out more about my acquaintance with his "not actually dead" brother. I don't blame him really. The poor guy thought he had actually killed Genji for all this time.

"I-I-I think so," I gulped, slowly sitting up to my knees.

The guard leader had his cell phone out, it's screen lighting up indicating that it was powered on. "Back up will be here any second. What hope do you have in defeating us, Hanzo-kun?"

"You're lying," Hanzo growled. "You rats were the only ones squiring around in my home!"

"You did not think that there were more of us out here?" He grinned.

Screeching tires caught our attention as a few vehicles pulled up by the entrance of the alley, their headlines brightening the dark and narrow area.

"Uh oh," I muttered nervously as numerous armed thugs stepped out of the vehicles, standing guard.

"What are you going to do, Shimada-san?" Their leader cackled. "You only have one arrow left!"

I looked over at Hanzo's back and I noticed the container where he would keep his arrows were empty. He was right. Hanzo must have used them all during his fight with Genji back at Shimada Castle. But if I recall correctly, there just might be one thing Hanzo just might be able to do with just one arrow. Something special that Hanzo can unleash.

I could sense it, and I knew Hanzo could as well.

He took a deep breath, pulling the arrow back just a bit further. It imitated the thugs as they aimed their weapons at the archer. He glared at them, slowly loosening the grip of his fingers as he spoke, "Ryuu-ga, Wa-ga-te-ki-wo, Ku-ra-u!"

Right when he released the arrow, the two bright blue spirit dragons were summoned. Their roars erupted my ears, along with the sounds of the thugs weapons firing. Hanzo turned around, shielding me in the event that the bullets would come our way. We heard cries, and metal crashes, and car alarms going off.

When the roars began to quiet down, Hanzo's arms loosened around me as he carefully helped me up to my feet. He allowed me to lean on his side to help keep my balance and support. My vision started to clear up again as well as I blinked a few times to adjust my eyes. It was only then that I got a good look at the carnage the spirit dragons left behind. "Whoa," I whispered with astonishment.

All of the weapons were on the ground. There were no traces of the Shimada Clan guards bodies anywhere as far as I could see. Did the dragons evaporate them some how? The vehicles for the most part seemed to remain intacted, but the sounds of their alarms going off was really starting to annoy me, especially with my bleeding head.

"You... did all of that?" I questioned, looking up at the archers face.

Before he could get a chance to reply however, a cough caught both of our attentions as we focused back towards the exit of the alleyway.

What annoyed me the most, was that the leader of the guards was still alive! He had ducked down and out of the way of the dragons just at the very last second, or at least that's how it appeared to look like. When the cost was clear, the man sprang up to his feet with a yelp. After witnessing his men being eaten by two giant dragons, he pulled a pistol out of his pocket, and aimed it at the two of us.

"Oh, you're in for it now, Shimada!" He yelled.

But before he could get a chance to pull the trigger, a quick green blur caught the corner of my eye as Genji caught the man's throat with his sword. The edge of his blade barely grazed the man's skin as he flinched, frozen with fear.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Riku-san," He threatened.

Riku's eyes widened after hearing him speak, like he heard the voice of a ghost. "G-G-Genji?!"

Moving swiftly, Genji pulled back his sword, flipped it around, and knocked Riku in the back of the head with the back end of the sword's handle. Riku lay unconcious on the ground, dropping his weapon in the process.

"Cutting it a little close?" I spoke up.

"I had believed that Hanzo had the situation under control," Genji replied.

"Genji, you know this girl?" Hanzo asked.

The cyber-ninja nodded with confirmation. "She is a new friend of mine," He jogged towards us, assisting Hanzo in carrying me as he draped my other arm around his shoulders. "What did they do to her?"

"She has a bleeding wound on the side of her head," Hanzo explained, the three of us making our way out of the alleyway. "It requires medical attention."

"Angela can fix this easily," Genji assured.

"There's also the fact that I taste blood in my mouth," I quickly added. "They sure do know how to throw a punch."

"Now you see why I didn't want to leave you out here alone," Genji lectured.

"Remind me to never doubt you again, Genji," I sighed. "Winston is never going to let me tag along with you guys on a mission ever again once he sees me."

"Oh you've got that right," A voice spoke up.

I looked up to see Winston waiting for us around the corner. He had his arms crossed, eyes fixated on me.

"Crap..." I muttered, hanging my head.