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To Trap a Dragon’s Heart Chapter 1

Summary: Shimada Hanzo wants nothing more than to follow his father's footsteps by making his clan succeed. Jesse McCree wants nothing more than to have an objective in his life. When a fated meeting between them occurs, Hanzo wished for once that his brother's imaginary spirit dragon was real enough to decimate this fool of a cowboy.

Quick breakdown: Yakuza AU, so no omnics, ryu ga waka wakas, and any otherworldly things. The setting is however abstracted from the Overwatch universe, so expect familiar places and names to pop up from time to time! I hope you enjoy this story with me :)Disclaimer: Nothing is owned by me, and any references are purely coincidental and non-intentional representations. This is a fictional story that does not reflect our real world, and is weaved in a slightly eccentric manner that is purely for entertainment purposes. The whole race/ethnicity thing is out of this world and I kinda just named them as I deem fit. Enjoy!

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“Shimada-dono,” a lady greeted from behind the door with a few raps to it. Hanzo didn't miss the tone that had intention of delivering news; something he could do well without at nine am in the morning. Nevertheless, Hanzo gave a soft grunt in reply, acknowledging his secretary's entry and she stepped inside the large bedroom.

He wasn't dressed proper for work, but he had his hakama on, not that it would bother either party if he was undressed. Without looking at her, he proceeded to bunch his past-shoulder length hair and fixed it to a high ponytail. Aswani Satya waited for him to finish his task, but just as she was about to speak when he was done, he raised a hand.

“Please do not tell me that I have to attend tonight's gathering at Ranfa-gumi's.”

Without breaking a single expression, she replied: “You have to attend tonight's gathering at Ranfa-gumi's.”

“I'd rather not. Their peace-making gatherings are a bore,” Hanzo gruffed out as he straightened his clothing. “As much as I find the act respectable, their ceremonies are treacherously more tedious to sit through that Genji's pointless banters. The old men are even worse to entertain.”

Satya let out a crooked smile on her features as she swiped her tablet, fully understanding her bosses' sentiments. “Kumichou's resting absence means that it is your responsibility to attend such occasions in his place. Whilst I agree with your last statement, this might change your mind,” she turned the device and presented it to Hanzo.

The young master frowned and took the tablet, screening the contents for a moment before meeting his secretary eye to eye with a scowl on his face.

“He has returned?”

Satya nodded. “It seems like his little 'tryst' in the western continents had come to an end. He will be present at Ranfa-gumi's gathering with his new subordinate he had picked up from the west, apparently.”

Hanzo scoffed, returning Satya her tablet. “Six years and Sugimoto brings back a lapdog. I'm surprised he hasn't dried his thickened skin to prunes yet.”

“There has been a rumor that he had made successful dealings with the Talon company in the west. The so-called 'lapdog' you have addressed so is a man by the name of Jesse McCree. He used to be a mere Talon grunt, but it seems like he's received a big promotion.”

A grunt escaped the young master of Shimada-gumi and he proceeded to the door with Satya at his heels.

“I've been doing a background check the moment I was informed that Sugimoto was back in the country. I require a little more time for in-depth information, but superficially, what has caught Sugimoto's attention is McCree's unrivaled gunmanship.”

Hanzo would have rolled his eyes if it weren't for his disciplinary teachings that 'eye-rolling' was an unprofessional and childish act.

“We shall see about that. Organise the evening's trip to Ranfa-gumi's estate.”

“Understood, Shimada-dono.”

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Evening came a lot quicker than Hanzo liked. He had spent his day doing his so-called job – an IT crew member in a small, average company. They knew nothing of his true background and he'd keep it favourably so – the Shimada-gumi has been showered with mixed reception and they are only welcomed by a handful of people.

His father, Shimada Soujirou, had questioned his intentions of taking up such a mundane job when their clan had sufficient power and money to rule countries. Hanzo merely shrugged him off and claimed that he wished to see things from a different angle. Normalcy, if he had to describe otherwise. The common folks lived extremely differently, haunted by different worries like if they could fit in the train during the peak hours. Conversation about daily lives grounded his status and reminded him of the things the went on without his knowledge if he was only walled by the environment of the yakuza. Another reason he gave his father was that extracting knowledge in such grounds personally was easier than stake-outs by the members. He'd received information first-handed.

For the benefit of the job, he had changed his last name to Sakuguchi. He stayed out of the media, letting his father steal the spotlight should there be such. Everyone knew that Shimada Soujirou had two sons that had the names of Hanzo and Genji, but whilst the names were uncommon, to Hanzo's work mates, his personality was far from the rumored 'cruel and evil' gangsters. They'd even tease him sometimes and claim that he could try for (ironically) being yakuza. He'd merely give a hearty laugh and claim that he'd rather do a desk job. He was lying, yes, but it was necessary to adopt several personalities depending on the situation.

His casual day job as a IT personnel meant that he could stride in plain sleeved tops and jeans. However, currently at the estate of the Ranfa clan, he was completely different. Sakuguchi Hanzo bled back into his true persona. Stoic with his head held high, Shimada Hanzo adorned a long, black coat draped over his extravagant blue suit and tie. He chose not to wear the sleeves proper, allowing his arms to cross over his chest. He oozed strength and power, and any person who chose to lay his eyes on him did it out of respect or fear. He relished in both.

Satya was dressed smartly in a collared shirt, matching blue vest and knee-length pencil skirt. She flanked him closely, serving her duty not only as his secretary, but his trusted body guard. Her tablet sits in her arms, but in her three inch heels she walked with a poise that made her unapproachable. She preferred it that way.

Despite hosting nearly a hundred people, it was easy to seek his target for the evening when Ranfa-gumi's enthusiastic parties included a tradition of announcing the arrival of their guests. Hanzo would have appreciated that he was spared of the embarrassing public attention, but he had little choice. The moment he entered the halls of the estate, an announcement blared his arrival (Young Lord Shimada Hanzo of the Shimadagumi has arrived!). Because of that, he had to force himself to interact with people for formality's sake.

Most were mere greetings and how-do-you-dos, and the conversations lasted no more than five sentences. Foreign clan members were also present and Hanzo avoided them as much as he could. Ranfa-gumi was one of the smaller yet well-received clans due to their hospitality and unusually friendly nature. Their current leader was Zhou Mei-Ling, the daughter of the late clan leader. For someone who was brought up in a clan of gangsters, her personality didn't show a lick of hostility. She was a sweet young lady whose charisma won hearts of both allies and enemies. She is a peace-maker, choosing to extend a helping hand out to those in need regardless of their status. Her aid was genuine without a demand for repayment, and many clans flocked to hers naturally.

Hanzo knew his father yearned for Shimada-gumi for the same light, but it was difficult as someone had to play the bad guy. Not that Shimada-gumi was notorious or anything, but the garnered reputation were sometimes unfortunate and accidental. It may not have been the clan's fault, but what was done was done. It was hard to change the perspective of others on Shimada-gumi, but Hanzo intends to take his steps in the same direction as his father; ruling for the respect, but not the repulsion for the clan.

“Master Sugimoto Soushi of the Akagana-gumi has arrived!” An announcement boomed. Those who showed interest would turn to look, and Hanzo was one of them. The moment his eyes were set on the new duo who entered the doors, he could feel his chest flare in irritation.

Sugimoto was dressed smartly, suit and cloak but with the extra gold scarfing that draped down his chest. His receding hair was pulled the side, neatly kept. The old man strutted into the room as if he owned the place, raising his hand to greet the people who raised their glasses in his direction. On the other end of the spectrum, just behind him was the sight of a person whom Hanzo was a thousand percent sure shouldn't be here.

It was a westerner, dressed in a collared white shirt, black blazer and straight cut pants with brown leather shoes. However, unlike just about everyone else in the formal event who were dressed kempt and proper, this man was missing not only his tie but kept the buttons of his shirt open, revealing a nest of unsightly chest hair. As if that wasn't bad enough, he was wearing a cowboy hat over a mess of brown locks. Unrefined and clearly undisciplined by the way a cigar hangs off his lips and hands pocketed.

“That is Jesse McCree?” Hanzo turned to his secretary and scowled.

“Very much so. At least his looks in the photos is reflected accurately,” Satya hummed. She could tell that her boss was irated by the man's physical outlook alone as he was a stickler for proper.

“Sugimoto is clearly losing more than his hair if he chose this mutt to be his right-hand man,” Hanzo growled out softly.

“Perhaps...” The lady's gaze flickered in a manner that Hanzo recognised and he straightened himself up as he turned to face the other guests approaching. To his dismay, it had been the new arrivals. Sugimoto took a spot before him, and just behind him stood Jesse McCree. Up close, he could see the man's chiseled jaw angle behind the mess of a beard. It further irked him that the man was taller by a few inches.

“Young Lord Shimada,” Sugimoto greeted and stretched his hand out. As much as Hanzo didn't want to take the chunky sweat-slicked hand with gold rings, he had little choice in front of other people. Plus, he knew better than to insult the honourable guests of Zhou's. He took the hand and gave it a firm shake.

“Sugimoto-kumichou,” he returned the greeting with a small bow before letting go.

“It's been a long time since we've last seen each other! How is your father? I was told he was unwell. So how is he now? It would be such a shame if he didn't make it,” the old man chuckled to himself as if it were a joke. Hanzo chose not to fall for the sly fox's underlying insult.

“Fortunately, my father is recovering well and merely taking a short break from clan matters, hence my presence in his place today.” His gaze flickered to the westerner with the fullest intention of diverting the topic. McCree is a good target which killed two birds with a stone. He was not the only person in the room whose attention was on the tall, scruffy individual.

Clan leaders with right or left hand-men of other backgrounds was not unusual; Satya herself was from Hyderabad, India, but Hanzo trusted her with his life. She was taken in by his father at a young age, saved from the depths of poverty, and had been devoted to Shimada-gumi since. They were of similar ages, and interacted a lot in their younger ages. When Hanzo turned twenty, Soujirou offered Satya to Hanzo and he took her as his right-hand man in a heartbeat. She was skilled, organised and unrivaled with it came to duties, and Hanzo couldn't ask for more.

In contrast... Hanzo's gaze narrowed at the man who showed little respect by meeting him with a direct gaze. “It seems like you've picked up something new.”

Sugimoto glanced over his shoulder before raising his hand to introduce. “Indeed. This is Jesse McCree. He's from Sante Fe, and he's been a remarkable assistant.”

“Howdy.” No formal greeting was returned; not a handshake or a bow. Instead, the man tilted his damn hat and grinned behind the cigar sandwiched between his teeth. Hanzo could feel his vein twitch.

“With that, do excuse me, Young Lord Shimada. I do have other businesses to attend to,” Sugimoto waved his hand with a shit-eating grin and he turned away. Once more, McCree simply tilted his hat and followed his boss.

Hanzo gritted his teeth, before turning to his secretary and jerking his head subtly. Satya nodded to the signal, understanding his intentions. Wanting a quieter location to speak, he strode over to the side of the hall where less people congregated as most were flocking around the food and drink bars in the centre. He did pick up a glass of wine along the way as a waiter passed him.

When the two of them were out of the main circle of people, Hanzo downed his drink and let out a harsh, exhale. “I cannot believe Sugimoto picked up a mutt from the desert and assigned him as his right hand man. What happened to the last one? I remembered that it was some lanky Ordanian fellow. At least that person had a pinch of manners.”

“Sugimoto-kumichou's last man was reportedly killed in action. While there is no concrete evidence, the on-going rumor is that Jesse McCree might have been behind it in order to win his place.”

“So he simply takes in the man who kills his right hand man? This is not an escalation of the ladder where one man wins by a single step,” Hanzo ground out. Satya managed to pick the delicate wine glass before the neck broke.

“Sugimoto-kumichou has always been known to break from traditions. He cares little about them, believing that it is a backdated thinking that prevents society from advancing.” The lady checks that the glass had not been damaged. “Let me put this away before someone gets hurt.”

Hanzo scoffed at his secretary's insinuation.

Just as Satya disappeared into the crowd, it would have been no coincidence that the topic of the night had reappeared before him. Sugimoto was no where in sight, and only the cowboy-hat clad male was approaching him. There was yet another tilt of his annoying hat (who the hell wears it indoors anyway) and McCree grinned at him.

“Howdy again, Young Lord.”

“How far have you decided to stray from your master?” Hanzo questioned snappily. It wasn't his intention, but the man's lack of discipline was getting on his nerves as the seconds passed.

Leather gloved hands were raised in surrender. “Hey now, seems like we started off on the wrong foot. Ain't trying to pick a fight or anything.”

From the crowd, he could see Satya emerge and was furiously about to step in when she saw McCree speaking to him. Quickly, but casually, he raised his hand as if it was a passing gesture with his conversation. She heeded the underlying instruction and remained where she was, but Hanzo could see the fire in her eyes. The sight of Satya strangling this man a good one was appealing.

“Fine. Is there anything I can help you with, Jesse McCree?”

“Kinda a mouthful. Jesse'll do.”

“McCree then,” Hanzo insisted. “So, is it true that Sugimoto-kumichou had acquired you from south?”

“Not wrong at all. Haven't been out the country before so I got to say this is the first. Though the means to do so were a little questionable if you ask me...”

“There is a saying not to eat what you've picked up from the ground, after all,” Hanzo had to withhold his grin and McCree's eyebrow raised at the suggestion. “Cease your act in front of me. Your formalities are an eyesore when you don't even mean them.”

“No formalities? Just my kind of thing. Nice to meet you then, Hanners,” McCree grinned out and threw him a finger gun. Hanzo would've sputtered incoherently if it weren't for his image at stake. For his father. For his clan.

But still, this preposterous, down-right uncultured piece of-

“Young Lord Shimada!” A recognisable voice called out and Hanzo had to tear his attention away from McCree, be it for the better or worse.

A lady dress in a glittering royal blue dress nearly sweeping the floors headed in his direction. A pale blue scarf draped over her elbows and they sway as she walked. Her brown hair was neatly tied into a high bun with a golden hair pin dangling a detailed flower, and it matched the simple gold necklace she wore. Her brown eyes lighted up at the sight of him behind an intricately designed pair of glasses as she waved with lace-covered hands.

“Shanzhu Zhou,” Hanzo greeted and bowed slightly as she approached. Out of the corner of his eyes, McCree lacked a suitable response to the approaching hostess and he had half a thought to bring the man to his knees with an arrow,, if the pun is intended.

“Oh stop it. I do remember telling you that Mei was fine,” the giggle Ranfa-gumi's leader made was rather adorable. “I hope you've been well! Is Shimada-kumichou alright? I've been meaning to visit him but the preparations for this gathering had to take priority. I do sincerely apologise for it.”

“Do not apologise. Your gathering has been no less than welcoming. I am well, and father is too. He had merely overexerted himself as his body starts to have difficulty keeping up with his age. He does not grasp the concept of limit, you see,” Hanzo made a light-hearted joke and Mei giggled again.

“That's wonderful to hear that he is fine. Perhaps I can visit him sometime next week? Does he prefer apples or oranges?”

“He prefers oranges. Apples are a little hard for his liking.”

“Wonderful! I'm glad you're here to let me know.” Zhou peered over at McCree, as if only noticing him then. She gave him a welcoming smile, and he returned the gesture with another tip of his hat. “I shall bother you no longer! I hope you enjoy the rest of your night, Young Lord Shimada.”

Zhou stepped forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Hanzo tensed up, but she took little notice of it before thanking him once more and excusing herself. It took every fibre in his body not to reach up and brush away the faint pink lipstick on his cheek.

“Seems like Shanzhu Zhou is particularly fond of you.”

Hanzo cleared his throat. “She is... pleasant. A wonderful lady any man could ever ask for.” He could almost feel McCree grinning next to him.

“But not this man, as far as I can tell.”

“Is this constant spying your master's order?”

“Nah, just a personal interest. I just like to observe people.”

The young master met the subordinate eye-to-eye. As usual, McCree's self-abolishment of the hierarchy system let different shades of brown eyes meet. It was unsettling.

“I have little interest in the female populace,” Hanzo replied solemnly.

“That much I could tell. It's easy to tell a guy's interest by the way he looks at things,” McCree tapped his right eye.

Hanzo scoffed as he turned to face the crowd before him. “And I suppose you have the prior experience?”

“Well I've only ever been with one guy... That make me gay I suppose?” The brunette rubbed his scruffy chin with a pondering look on his face. “Maybe.”

“I would have thought you were a decisive individual.”

“Maybe cuz I haven't found another person for me. That's probably it,” came a shrug. McCree straightened up, puffing his chest proudly. “But if it was you, I wouldn't mind at all.”

Hanzo threw his head back and let out a genuine laugh, causing McCree to jump in surprise. Event-attendees nearby were also stunned by the sudden laughter, but returned to their own business as quickly when nothing was of their concern. Hanzo sized up to the other man, brows furrowed as his head tilted back proudly with arms crossed over his chest.

“Understand the differences between us, dog. Your wishful thinking and unbridled mouth will land you somewhere unpleasant.”

“Perhaps,” hummed the brunette. “But your side doesn't seem too bad.”

Hearing that line had Hanzo genuinely stunned. His eyes were widened slightly, but McCree hadn't been looking at him all these while. His eyes were glued to a phone.

“See ya later, Hanners. Boss calls.” McCree tossed him a two-fingered salute and walked off without so much of a glance back.

Hanzo gritted his teeth, not knowing if the feeling in his chest was anger, embarrassment or something else.

“Satya,” Hanzo called out, and the lady stepped out of the from where she had been observing all the while. “Prepare the car. I require a drop off.”

“Understood, Shimada-dono.”

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“Jesse McCree?” Jack repeated the name from where he laid on the bed, short blond hair disheveled and blanket barely covering his backside as it plastered low against his hips. He ransacked his memories a little, but found nothing. “I've been in New Mexico for a while, but I can't say I'm familiar with the name.”

“Hmph. It would have been good if the name rang any bells, but that is of little importance I suppose. To sum it up, he's a desert mutt now serving one of the biggest Yakuza clans in New Country,” Hanzo replied from where he was sitting at the edge of the bed. He was about to light a cigarette when it was abruptly snatched out of his hand and tossed halfway across the room. He forgo the thought of smoking then, though it has yet to stop him from trying in Jack's apartment since he knew the man.

“Uncultured, unrefined and worse than a pig in a sty.”

Jack let out a chuckle. “Seems like this guy's able to get under your skin so easily. You usually come over for a fuck, but you hardly talk about anything else. Was he the cause of your unusual aggression in bed today?”

That was something Hanzo hadn't quite noticed, and he cleared his throat as if to banish the menace that had been haunting his thoughts since Ranfa-gumi's gathering.

“Think little of it. It is not something the police can handle anyway.”

There was a subtle tilt of Jack's head. “This is probably a question long overdue but... why did you save me that night, anyway? I would've thought you yakuzas hated the cops. It couldn't just be for my looks now, can it?”

Hanzo let out a subtle quirk at the corner of his lips as he reached over to the figure laid out in bed. Jack never flinched, but his eyes did close in reflex when warm digits gentle caressed the double scars that sliced two points of his face: above his left eye down to his right cheek and vertically over his lip. The touch was familiar, calming.

“This is proof that you belong to me, Jack Morrison. Though from your plate, I've yet to hear about the fateful story that had led me to you.”

Upon those words, Jack's hand snatched the wrist off his face as corn blue eyes glared in the yakuza's direction. It was rare of him to react adversely, but Hanzo did not let it affect him... yet.

“I owe you nothing more than my life. My history is not part of it,” Jack released the wrist and turned away, presumably intending to head to the bathroom but Hanzo was having none of that. The smaller male grabbed the blond locks between his digits and forced Jack's head upwards as their lips met. The clash of teeth was animalistic, rough and without affection. Jack took it as a chance to enact revenge and a small but deep nick was delivered.

Hanzo pulled back without so much of a flinch as he swiped the blood off his lips. Jack on the other hand was glaring, but the blood looked good on him too. Despite losing several inches to the taller male, Hanzo's dominant streak was overpowering, but Jack did little to counter it.

“I may be your saviour, but as you said I am Yakuza. Do not underestimate me for it, for I will use every weakness of yours to my advantage.”

The young master picked his discarded shirt from the floor, ignoring the scowl directed his way. He wore his clothing, tossing a look over his shoulder where Jack was still sulking behind crossed arms on his knees.

“See to it if you can find out more about Jesse McCree on your end. Now that Akagana-gumi is active in New Country, the balance of things may tip. I will inform you of anything important from my side.”

He received no response, and expected none as he exited Jack's apartment. Hanzo took the lift down the five storey building, and only a street cat greeted him. The last he checked, the clock read 4.38am. Satya had returned to the main estate with the driver after receiving the order that he would return in the morning. He contemplated getting a cab back after smoking, since he was denied that in Jack's home.

Hanzo was about to light up his cigarette, but decided against it. He crushed the cigarette before tossing it into the nearby bin.

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