#Jojoa is adopted!!! Yay!!!

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Second kid

Part two of my Found Family Overwatch self-insert story, staring me and my squad. This time how I wound up adopting my lovely daughter @bopin-lucio-beets

In which I go back to work

“Well hello, little one~” Zenyatta happily cooed as a now one-year old Ari crawled her way onto his lap.

I glanced up from adjusting Genji’s arm just to be sure she was safe. Yes, I trusted Zenyatta, but it was a nervous habit I’d picked up. Ari was constantly getting into things she shouldn’t, and she’d pulled more than a few cables while being handled by Omnics.

As to be expected, Zenyatta handled Ari perfect. He floated gently off the ground and pet her hair, softly cooing his hellos down to her. I felt myself let out a relaxed sigh.

“Are you ready for this?” Genji’s question snapped my attention back to him.

“Huh?” Was all I could muster, he took his half repaired arm from my hold and flicked my forehead.

“Traveling with me to Japan, more specifically leaving Ari. You’ve been stressed about it all day.” He was... correct. Genji could, unfortunately, read me like a book.

“It’ll be fine.” I said, more for my own comfort than his, “The monks are all very caring, and Cross will be back from Con in a few days. I just hope she doesn’t say her first words while I’m gone...” I drift back to looking at Ari, who was now babbling nonsense to Zenyatta, to listened and nodded as though she was speaking the Iris Gospel.

“Besides, you need me.” I snatched Genji’s arm back, huffing, “Who else is gonna fix you up after you kick your brother’s teeth in?” I smirked.

Genji rolled his eyes and leaned on the table, “We’re not going to fight... Well I’M not going to fight, just defend and speak to him. No attacking.”

“Uh-huh...” I say, unconvinced as I return to fiddling with Genji’s shuriken dispenser.

With one final baby bah noise from Ari, Zenyatta chuckled, “You are so wise, young one.” He lifted her up, placing the baby on the table, “You two should be going soon, the plane won’t wait forever.” The monk gently took Ari’s tiny hand in his own, waving it, “Say bye-bye to daddy, little one~ Bye-bye uncle Genji~”

Of course, all that came from Ari was a little wah, but it was enough to make my heart weep. I gently hugged the baby, kissing her head, “I’ll be home soon, okay? Be good for all your Uncles and Aunties, okay?”

Another babble and a little pat to my face was our send off.

In Hanamura, Genji and I set up in a hotel far enough away from Shimada castle as to avoid being noticed on the streets. Not that anyone would recognize either of us.

I’d already checked in with Zenyatta on how Ari is doing. He sent me a picture of her laying in the snow in her snowsuit. I missed her already.

“You need to stop.” Genji said, snatching my phone, “This should be like a vacation. Relax a little.” He tried, I just sunk into the bed.

“I can’t. I won’t. I will lay here and suffer.”

“I know a good arcade~” Genji leaned over my slunk form.

I glared up at him, with no intention of going.

The arcade was pretty cool, though. Four floors, a big poster of the rising gamer, Hana Song, all times of games. I kicked Genji’s ass at ski-ball, won a handful of Pachamari in a claw game, and admired Genji’s locked in high scores on almost every game.

It was the break I needed.

Kill a kid ran into my leg.

“Daddy!” He cried, clinging tightly onto my thigh, tears streaming down his face.

“W-Woh, h-hey...” I gently pat his head, “I-I’m sorry, I-I’m not...” I trailed off when the kid looked up, his bright blue eyes full of tears.

Genji stepped in quickly, lowering down to the blond child’s level. He asked the panicked kid something in Japanese. He just hugged my leg tighter.

I gently pet his hair and knelt down beside him, “Are you lost, honey?” I asked gently. The kid nodded. So he spoke English, that was good at least. “Okay. It’s okay. We’ll help you. I’m Emile, this is my friend, Genji, he’s a ninja. Cool, right?” I tried.

The child looked at Genji, gripping my shirt, “A... real Ninja...?” He asked, timidly.

Genji nodded, “Yeah! Look!” In excitement, Genji flicked his wrist, releasing three shurikens from his reload. The kid immediately stopped looking scared, and excitedly reached for the throwing stars.

I quickly stopped him, of course, “So, what’s your name?” I turned him back to face me as Genji hid away his shuriken.

“Jojo!” The boy smiled.

“Jojo. Good. And where did you last see your daddy, Jojo?”

“Outside. Some big guys in suits wanted to talk to him.”

Genji gained a look of concern and joined us back on the ground, “Big guys in suits...?”

Jojo nodded, “Yeah! Really big! Like giants!” He over exaggerated.

I looked to Genji, he rubbed his arm and glanced around the arcade for a moment before looking back to me. Despite his visor, I could tell he wanted us to get out of here.

“Okay then... Jojo, is it okay if I pick you up?” I asked. The little boy nodded, and I quickly scooped him from the floor, following Genji as we quickly exited the arcade.

Is this kidnapping? Probably, to some extent. He wasn’t our kid, and weren’t positive his father was assassinated by the Shimada clan, but as we rush walked down the streets of Hanamura, it became increasingly more obvious he probably was.

So. Back at the hotel with some random kid. Luckily, he’d fallen asleep on the walk back.

“Now what??” I whisper shouted at Genji as he paced a circle into the carpet.

“I don’t know! We can’t leave him here, or take him to the police. The clan has no morals, he’s a witness, they’ll take him out too!” Genji panic whisper shouted back, running his fingers though his hair.

I rubbed my temples and sank into a hotel chair, “We could figure out where he came from, take him home?” I suggested. Genji shook his head.

“The clan has resources outside of Japan, they’ll find him...”

“They’ll go though all that for a four year old who maybe saw his dad get kidnapped?” I tilted my head. Genji gave me a clearly panicked glance. I sighed and beckoned him over. 

Genji sat on the floor infront of my chair, I tilted his head forward and opened his neck paneling, gently readjusting the wiring hidden inside. “Deep breaths. In the nose, out the mouth.” I told him. 

The cyborg took a shaky breath in, then released it, relaxing a bit.

“We’ve got the kid. He’s safe, he’s blissfully unaware, and he’s sleeping. Right now, everything’s fine.”

Genji nodded, leaning back on my knees.

“You still want to go meet Hanzo tonight?”

He shook his head, closing his eyes and he sunk down onto the floor a bit.

“You gonna sleep right there?” I chuckled a bit. Genji nodded, smiling a bit. I chuckled at him, petting his hair, “Genji cat returns...” I joked.

The next morning, I found my luggage packed, and an excited little Jojo tied to Genji’s back.

I didn’t have much time to question anything before we were on a plane back to Nepal, our relaxing trip cut short.

I walked into my small, two bedroom home with Baby Ari in one arm, and a 4 year old excitedly clinging to the other.

“I’m back...” I said, half awake to what I assumed to be an empty home. 

However, Cross was also home early. They poked their head from the kitchen, glanced down at the excited toddler, slowly looked to me with a look that read they hadn’t slept in three days.. and went back into the kitchen.