#Hanzo is reading Great Gatsby

[razmahdaz-art]

A Second Chance For More. Chapter 8

More super Shimada Bros, and Casual Hanzo is here! Woo! My Boy! Also a genuinely touching moment that felt great to write. This ain’t over, obviously. Next chapter may be the last? Possibly? Stay tuned to find out. :3

    Hanzo did exactly as Angela instructed. Strict bed rest for the following few days, using a wheelchair to get around the base and not stressing his leg muscles to much. And just as she said, he was walking before he knew it. She had given him a temporary pair of legs to use until Torbjorn was back to make him permanent sets of casual and battle prosthetics. It was a bit of an adjustment, since the ones he were using for the mean time were significantly lighter than the ones he had. But soon enough, he was back to walking, running, and even exercising with his new legs. It was a good feeling, a literal and figurative weight, being lifted off his body.

    But this wasn’t the only change he had gone through. As soon as he was able to walk and get around by himself again, he was in and out of town in the following days, finishing those ‘errands’ he said he would be getting done.

    First thing he did was get a haircut. After all, he hadn’t gotten a proper one in maybe a year, and he was sick of his same old long hair that was completely terrible to maintain. He went to a small shop to get it done and was oblivious to what he exactly wanted. He could go short again, like when he was working for his father’s business, or he could simply get a trim and dye the greys. It took him a while until he finally decided to go with something new. He wasn’t one for quick or brash decisions, but considering that he was changing a few things, might as well try something new. After he sat in the chair for what seemed like hours, feeling an electric razor brush against his scalp and his hair being pulled in multiple directions so every angle could be taken care of, his chair was turned back towards the mirror and he barely recognized himself. A clean and well cut undercut, all greys in his hair disappeared. The remaining hair was laid flat against the one side of his head and as soon as he left the salon, he pulled the still long hair back into a small, tight bun, an unruly strand of his bangs remaining free to hang in his face.

    Second, was some new clothes. This was easy for him, since he wasn’t going to change his regular style too much. He really just needed clothes to help get him through the harsher winter than he was used to. Hanamura never got large amounts of snow, and if was to visit Genji in Nepal, he thought it may be a great idea to get warmer clothes than the ones he had. And new shoes, since the ones he wore over his old legs were a size or two larger than his new ones. He just grabbed what he needed, snow boots and some regular tennis shoes were really all he needed right now, and warmer jackets, jeans that could hold layers under them, and some undershirts.

    The last thing was a bit of a quick decision. He was about to leave and return to the base until he saw small tattoo and piercing shop. At first, he didn’t think twice about, just thinking ‘maybe later’, but then the thought of ‘What would Genji say?’ crept its way into his head. He already had a small hole in his ear from when he was young and dumb, caused by stolen alcohol and his brothers promise to pay for the earring and piercing itself. What would be wrong with one more? Temptation won, and he walked in the shop.

    “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!” Genji shouted, watching his brother walk off the air lift in a completely new outfit, a silver barbell in the bridge of his nose, and his hair practically gone. Hanzo fixed the duffle bag on his back as his brother gripped his shoulders with as much force as a snake biting into its prey. Hanzo himself just seemed to chuckle at his brothers reaction. “WHAT...JUST...WHY?” He seemed to ask, not fully believing that his was his older, stuck up, does math for fun, brother.

    “I’ve changed a lot this year. I just thought it was time for something new,” Hanzo said, his hands gripping his brother’s arms in a similar way. Genji still seemed surprised and shocked at what he was seeing, but a shit eating grin crept across his face. He let go of his older sibling and he started escorting him towards a room that was close to his. “Alright, Mr. Mid-life-crisis. Anything else i should know about? Did you get a tramp stamp or buy a car?” Genji asked a bit sarcastically. Hanzo simply just rolled his eyes, before stopping in their tracks. The other looked somewhat confused when he started to roll up one of his pants legs. And in place of the harsh, cold, bulky metal that made up his lower leg was a thinner, leaner and cleaner model. Genji covered his mouth in surprise, before realizing something. He was about to shout again, but didn’t knowing there were others around.

    “You little bitch! That’s why you didn’t text me a few days ago!” He muttered, making Hanzo laugh again. He pulled his pants leg down again before standing straight with a smirk on his face, standing to meet his brothers gaze. “Perhaps,” He said smugly. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve stayed behind,” Genji said, seemingly a bit disappointed by the fact that his brother had kept these quite major changes from him. Hanzo put his hand on his younger brothers shoulder, and gave the most caring smile he could. “Because. I wished to surprise you,” He said in a kind tone. It perked Genji up, a smile returning to his scarred face. His hand moved to his brothers, resting metal on flesh.

    “Is that some way of telling me you didn’t get me a Christmas present?” He joked, earning a laugh from his older sibling. He retracted his hand and stuck it into his jacket’s pocket, smirking a bit before he spoke. “Again. Perhaps,” Hanzo stated calmly as they continued walking the hall to where Hanzo would be staying, sharing light hearted conversations the way there. They had finally reached the small guest room, Genji opening the door and letting his brother see the surroundings. It was an adequately sized room, but was almost completely barren besides the bed, a small closet, a bedside table and some incense that were ready to burned upon it. “There are extra blankets in the closet, since it gets to be 40 below outside,” Genji informed, leaning in the doorway. “I’ll leave you to your business. I’ll be with Zenyatta in the main meditation temple if you need to find me. If not, I'll be back in a few hours,” He said, patting his brother on the shoulder. Hanzo nodded and began to place his things on the floor and wherever he felt like they could be without being in the way or looking like a mess. Genji was just about to leave, before turning back to speak a final time.

    “Thank you for coming Anija. It means more than you’d think,” He said. Hanzo just looked up at his brother with a warm smile. “I’m happy to be here. After all, it’s the first family Christmas in over a decade,” he replied just before his brother left. He thought he saw Genji’s eyes turn a bit red, as if he was tearing up.

    The night came and it came quickly. Hanzo had settled himself into the room quite quickly, putting his bow under the bed (one could always be prepared) and the duffle bag with his clothes in it inside the closet. He doubted he’d be around long enough for it to be better to actually hang his clothes. He did have time to go see Genji once he was done, but decided that he just wanted to stay in his room for a while, exploring his new surroundings. While he was putting his bow under the bed, he found a small box of dusty books that seemly haven't been touched in months. He rummaged through a few of them, some texts and teachings from the monks that he now shared space with, some were old legends and stories that seemed to come up from India. He only found one book that he could read, a very old tale taking place in the 1920’s America about rich lovers and their quarrels. It wasn’t quite what Hanzo would normally read, but since it was his only option, he sat on his bed with his legs crossed and started to read. It wasn’t great, but for how old it was, it wasn’t terrible.

He was already half way through the book when his brother walked in, without knocking. ‘Some things never change,’ Hanzo thought, watching his brother come in. He was wearing clothes, a thick and oversized sweatshirt and jeans. His hands were behind his back and he walked towards his brother smiling. “What’d ya find?” He asked, peering over a bit to see the semi tattered book in his brothers lap. Hanzo held up the cover to show his brother. “Found it under the bed. It was the only thing i could read, so, might as well,” He said, folding the corner of a page to mark his place before he closed the book and put it on the nightstand. “It isn’t great. Decent at best,” he commented, stretching his back a bit. It wasn’t until now he realized he was hunched over almost the entire time he was reading. Genji sat on the edge of the bed, his hands remaining out of site. “Glad to see you weren’t bored,” He said with a smile.

“So...Even if you didn’t get me a present, i did manage to nab you one,” Genji said. His hands finally came out from behind him revealing a small package that didn’t seem to be wrapped as well as it could. “You don’t have to open it now, but if you wish you may.” Hanzo took the gift and held it in his hands. Of course, he had gotten his brother something, but he hadn’t expected anything in return. It was two days till Christmas was actually upon them, but he was very tempted to open the gift. Hanzo set the present aside and got up to go to the closet before digging around in his duffle bag. He was a tad relieved when he saw his wrapping wasn’t completely wrinkled or tattered. He brought it over to his bed and handed it to his brother who seemed a bit suspicious of what he was handed. He ran his hand over the neat and clean wrapping, attempting to guess what the neat box could hold.

“What did you get me?” He asked, looking at Hanzo with a curious gaze. “A gift,” Hanzo answered with a smirk. “Did you expect me to tell you?” He asked with a small chuckle, picking up his own present. “Worth a shot,” Genji replied with a huff. They sat there for a few moments, looking at their respective gifts, debating whether or not to wait. Silence filled the air and they looked at each other as if both agreeing to not wait until Christmas day to open the gifts.

Hanzo carefully started to peel the wrapping away while his brother was practically shredding his. It didn’t take long to see what they had received. He held in his hand a brand new, darker coloured and shiny new sake bottle, made of stainless steel. With it came a bottle of very expensive sake that Hanzo hadn’t drunken in years. An old favorite that he used to exclusively drink in his younger days. As far as he knew, you could only get this in a few stores in Japan, meaning Genji had either hid this from him for who knows how long, or made a stop to Japan on his way to Nepal. He smiled as he turned the bottle over and over in his hand, seeing a small engraving in the bottom. Words in traditional Japanese spelling.

‘To the best older brother one could ask for.’ Hanzo smiled at the lettering, his thumb running over the small grooves that made up the text. He looked up to thank his brother, but was met with a face of shock and tear filled eyes.

Genji had been staring at his gift for quite a few moments. In his hands was a black, minimalistic frame that held a long forgotten picture. Standing side by side, in training gear and in the old Shimada Castle garden was a young and quite happy looking pair of siblings. Genji’s thumb ran over the face of the shorter person in the picture. The other’s arm was wrapped around his shoulder and the pair were just smiling for the photo, unaware of the coming years. Genji looked up at his brother, who just gave him the same warm smile as the young man in the picture. Before Hanzo could even speak or thank his brother for his gift, Genji had both arms around him, bringing him into a more than tight hug. He was taken off guard quickly, but he soon returned the hug.

“How...How did you…,” Genji stuttered, his voice wavering. “As it turns out, our old home isn’t as well protected as it once was. A few missions ago, when we went back to Hanamura, i snuck into some storage areas and found it. I assumed you would have wanted it,” He answered, his hand running across his younger brothers back in an attempt to soothe him. He himself was feeling a bit teary when he saw how much it meant to his brother. “It was the last picture we were in together. I couldn’t just leave it,” He added.

They stayed still for a minute or so, and Genji backed away. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, before returning to look at the picture. “God...Compared to your gift, mine is terrible,” He said, the pair chuckling a small bit. But Hanzo picked up the bottle and turned it over in his hand once more. “No, It is wonderful. Thank you, Genji. It means a lot,” He said, finally giving thanks for his gift. Genji took a deep breath and set the frame in his lap, still a bit shaky. “And thank you. I’d never imagine that i’d see this ever again,” he said gratefully. Hanzo picked up the bottle of sake and thought for a moment before holding it up and beginning to open it.

“Would you like some?” He offered as he finally got the glass bottle open. Genji smiled a bit and nodded. “That’d be nice right about now,” He said, crumpling up the wrapping paper and tossed it to the side so it was out of sight.

They drank for a small while, barely talking as they did. They eventually moved towards the window sill, sitting in the large opening together, like they had done when they were kids. They passed the sake bottle back and forth (after Hanzo had filled up his new bottle and stashed it for later) while they looked up at the clear, starry night sky. Genji would occasionally check and tap at his phone, but it was very infrequent. He smiled a bit as he his phone screen illuminated his face. “You really should’ve given Jesse your number,” He said bluntly. Hanzo’s head almost panicked a bit when his brother said it, but he kept his cool when he went to respond. “Why?” He simply asked. “He keeps texting me and asking about you, like how you’re doing and junk,” He answered, putting his phone in his sweatshirt pocket. He was passed the bottle and he took a small sip, thinking about cutting himself off for the night.

Hanzo just let out a hum, not really sure what to say or if he should say anything. It was endearing to know Jesse was inquiring about him, and it made him wonder about the other. “I’m glad that you two have figured things out. Makes me happy to see my best friend and brother get along,” Genji said, bringing Hanzo back from his own thoughts. He smiled a bit, happy that they had made amends. “You’re not the only one,” Hanzo replied taking the bottle back and closing it. He set it to the side and continued to look out towards the mountainous scenery and dark sky dotted with distant stars. Genji did the same, his leg dangling from the sill and almost touching the small roofing just a few feet below them. It was quiet, serine, and Hanzo felt like finally, just maybe, he’d redeemed himself after months of trying to mend things.

And maybe with it, he’d gotten a little bit more.

[yeehanwritings]

Could you do possibly do a Mother's Day story for Hanzo? Maybe McCree and Clark brings him breakfast in bed, some flowers, and have a nice day together. He deserves it after all.

“Take it, easy darling,” McCree said helping Hanzo into their bed “I don’t want to bleed through your bandages now.”

“I’ll be fine Jesse,” Hanzo said wincing in slight pain as he finally settled into the pillows “Not the romantic getaway I was imagining but it was still exciting.”

What Hanzo was referring to was the mission McCree took on behalf of Blackwatch to London, Hanzo had decided to come with McCree as back up and was his little personal pocket sniper. Things were going smoothly until a recon mission when sideway that resulted in an all-out brawl between the people they were doing recon on and so Blackwatch agents that screwed up. The fight was over as quickly as it started thanks to Hanzo’s amazing sniper skills and McCree’s deadeye. While inspecting the collateral damage (aka the dead bodies) A sudden flash of light caught Hanzo’s eye from the rooftops. Hanzo looked up seeing a Talon sniper aiming for his husband. He didn’t even think about what he did next, Hanzo slammed into McCree just as he heard two shots ring out. Hanzo felt pain explode in his shoulder and stomach as he heard McCree screaming and the last thing he felt was McCree cradling his body before he blacked out. When he came too he was in a Blackwatch designated hospital, and he could hear McCree chewing out Commander Reyes before demanding that both of them be sent back to New Mexico on the first shuttle Blackwatch could procure. There was a brief exchange with McCree and Angela about Hanzo’s condition, that ended with McCree contacting the Shimada clan who immediately had one of their best doctors on standby as soon as Hanzo touched down in New Mexico. When the doctor looked Hanzo over he said there was to be no lasting damage, which relieved Hanzo as he worried getting shot in the stomach who have lasting problems with his fertility, but he’d need to stay off his feet for a while as to not aggravate the wounds and McCree was happy to take care of him.

“Your family is putting any and all pending business deals on hold until you’ve fully recovered,” McCree told him “And Genji is flying in by Tuesday to help out with Clark when I’m with Deadlock.”

“Is he getting ready for bed?” Hanzo asked as McCree fluffed his pillows.

“Yeah, I gave him a cool bath with baking soda and oatmeal,” McCree said, “He got a little bit of sunburn but he’s ok.”

“Did you remember to change the filter and water in his humidifier?” Hanzo asked Hanzo had bought Clark a humidifier after a particularly nasty dust storm left the small child cough for a few days and Hanzo was worried he’d have permanent breathing problems.

“I did,” McCree said kissing the top of Hanzo’s forehead “Don’t worry darling, I’ll take care of everything.”

Hanzo smiled at McCree before he heard their bedroom door creak open and the sound of feet tiptoeing into the room.

“Tou-san?” a four-year-old Clark asked softly poking his head into the bedroom.

Hanzo smiled softly “Yes my little cowboy.”

Clark walked into the room dressed in his favorite galaxy PJ’s with a storybook to read. “Daddy said you were hurt…”

“I did get injured, but don’t worry, I’m going to be fine,” Hanzo reassured his son.

Clark was satisfied with the answer before climbing into bed with Hanzo. Hanzo looked at the storybook in Clark’s hands to find it was the Japanese version of The Great Gatsby.

“Would you like to me to read this story tonight,” Hanzo asked Clark.

“No, I’m reading it to you and Daddy,” Clark stated as a matter of fact “So you can go to sleep and get better.”

“Alright, I’m listening,” Hanzo said a McCree laid down next to Clark as he started reading the book in semi-fluent Japanese stumbling across a few words but doing well overall. At one point Clark’s eyes started drooping and his words slurring as he may have accidentally read himself to sleep. Hanzo careful maneuvered the book away from his son as McCree carefully scooped their child up and took him to his room. When McCree came back he carefully settles Hanzo into a comfortable laying position before getting in next to Hanzo and the pair fell asleep peacefully.

-

The next morning McCree woke up before Hanzo to someone poking his cheek.

“Daddy…Daddy, wake up…” Clark said poking McCree’s cheek.

“Hmm…yes Clark…” McCree groaned not opening his eyes.

“How do I preheat the oven?” Clark asked.

“You set to the temperature you want and it does it automatically,” McCree grumbled.

“Thanks, Dad,” Clark whispered running off.

It takes McCree five minute to process the conversation he just had with his four-year-old son, before he sat up straight with wide eyes alarmed, before carefully getting out of bed to not wake his husband before bolting to the kitchen to find Clark messing with the setting on the oven.

“Whoa there!” McCree said grabbing Clark and setting down. “Now what do you think you’re doing?”

“Making Tou-san breakfast,” Clark beams “It’s mother’s day!”

McCree blinked slowly. “Mother’s day…oh no…”

Did they really forget mother’s day? Eh, well at least Clark remember which was a good or bad thing depending on how you look at it.

“Daddy, I really want to make Tou-san breakfast and a cake,” Clark pleaded giving his father the best puppy dog eyes he could muster.

McCree sighed ruffling his son’s hair “Alright mijo, where do we start?”

-

Hanzo woke up to the sunlight nearly blinding him in the face and a dull throb in his abdomen as a reminder of the injury that he sustained. Hanzo groaned lightly before carefully sitting up not seeing McCree next to him, he was confused before the bedroom door opened a crack and McCree poked his head in.

“Hey honeybee,” McCree grinned.

“Hello my love,” Hanzo smiled back “What are you doing all the way over there?”

“Well, we have a little surprise for you…” McCree said opening the door all the way to reveal Clark holding a tray with flowers and homemade pancakes with fresh fruit.

“Happy mothers day Tou-san!” Clark beamed setting the tray on top of Hanzo “We made you breakfast!”

“Did you make this all by yourself?” Hanzo asked smiling at his son.

Clark nodded vigorously. “And we’re baking you a cake too.” Clark then gasped “I need to make sure the timer is still going.” with that Clark rush back into the kitchen to set the timer leaving Hanzo and McCree alone for a moment.

“Happy mother’s day darling,” McCree said kissing the top of Hanzo’s forehead.

“Thank you, my love,” Hanzo said giving McCree a warm smile “I have such a caring family.”

“Hopefully we can add more to it, maybe give Clark a playmate,” McCree joked.

“I’m still considering it but it’s not a no,” Hanzo replied, “Maybe when my body is fully recovered we can have a civil discussion on it.”

“Civil discussion is what lead to Clark in the first place,” McCree reminded Hanzo before his eyes went wide with the realization “Oh…we should have…many discussions just in case.”

Hanzo started chuckling as Clark came back into the room with a laptop. “Tou-san, since you can’t leave bed, Daddy and I are going to join you and we can watch Japanese movies all day long! Don’t worry dad, I put on subtitles in English just for you.”

“Mighty fine,” McCree said helping Clark into their bed.

“Tou-san, what do you want to watch first?” Clark asked.

“How about Spirited Away first,” Hanzo told Clark.

Clark beamed as McCree made the selective and the family ended up staying in bed all day watching studio ghibli movies until they fell asleep. In the back of Hanzo’s mind, he couldn’t have asked for more.