This is an Overwatch-Fanfiction as close to the original story by Blizzard as possible using our own interpretations and every plot hole we were able to find. The Overwatch characters as well as the setting and »background-plot« belong to Blizzard Entertainment, Inc.
Cover from anoncraft . com - unknown artist.

PoVs/Protagonists/Couples:
Hanzo (character belongs to Blizzard) x Ýri (OC)
Genji (character belongs to Blizzard) x Shizuka (OC)

WARNING: This story will be a very long one, full of dialogs, drama and violence as well as grammar mistakes because none of the authors is a native English speaker. And it is for mature audiences only!

We hope you will like the story. R&R

Prologue: Dragon Storm (Hanzo PoV)

He sat on the cold floor of his mother's long empty tea house legs crossed. The young leader of the Shimada gazed upon the gardens, desperate to find inner peace through meditation but couldn't stop getting lost in memories of his parents instead. His father was found stabbed in the back this morning. His mother died from an assassination attempt along with all the people of her order a few years ago – she was the only person, who showed him love and kindness. Feelings he barely remembers now.
The sudden upcoming storm changed the bright colors of the sky into a dark grey. Even the cherry blossoms in the courtyard seemed to lose their pale pink shades as a strong breeze caught them.
There were too many things flooding his mind. So many things to take care of just to secure their family's empire. Nevertheless, he thought himself ready. Prepared and trained his whole life for this one responsibility. But sometimes he asked himself, if this really was, what he wanted to do. Just for a brief second.
There are all doors open for you!, he heard his father's voice. You are gifted with abilities and possibilities others would commit a murder for!
I just see one door, father! The one you push me through!
Just one door. He always envied his younger brother Genji for being the one with the alternatives, free to do whatever he pleases – but these character traits made Genji not fitting for taking up the lead.
»Master?« Hanzo barely noticed the white-haired servant girl appearing and now kneeling next to the door.
»What is it?« He did not bother to look up. He even forgot her name again.
»The elders are asking for your presence. A Talon representative arrived, wanting to discuss the terms of the next delivery with you, but your brother threw him out again.«
»Again?« He sighed. »What was the delivery about?«
The white-haired girl shrugged her slim shoulders. »Weapons, especially rifles, drugs and poison supplements.«
»My brother just never learns. Tell them, I am coming.«
Hanzo grabbed his father's sword like he was searching for power. He wasn't exactly fond of Talon but they were one of his clan's most valued customers. One more time he cursed his brother's actions and his ever-lasting absence.

He found himself in the temple-like entrance of the castle, exhausted and with a terrible headache, a few hours later. The elders insisted, he would make his brother finally see sense or … Hanzo did not dare to end the thought, looking up at the footsteps instead.
»Genji, where were you the whole time?!«
»Mourning our father«, the younger replied.
»With sake and whores?« Hanzo asked, already on the edge of getting furious.
»Possibly«, Genji said, shrugging.
»You should stop acting up like a playboy!«, Hanzo shouted.
»You should stop lecturing others like a 100-year old and finally start living!«, Genji snarled back at him.
»That does not matter now, the elders demand-«
»The elders did it!«, his younger brother interrupted him. »Mark my words, brother! They wanted father out of the way as soon as he started listening to me!«
»As soon as he started growing weak, you mean.«
His little brother glared back at him in disbelief. »Oh, yes. You will make the perfect leader. So easy for the elders to control. But if you want to keep the clan's business running like that, you have to do it without me, Hanzo.«
»I did not allow you to go away«, he replied.
»And here I am leaving«, said Genji, turning around.
»You better do not turn your back on me, brother. It is time you raise to our family name and reputation and take up on your responsibilities.«
»Fuck. The. Clan«, Genji snarled. »Fuck these corrupted elders! Fuck the Shimada with their criminal business!«
Hanzo felt his hand inching to the sword. »Careful now, brother. The elders asked me to finally call you back to order, and so I will. You need to stop this foolish, teenage-boy-like behavior!«
»You would not say that, if you try to enjoy yourself from time to time«, said Genji and Hanzo looked back at him confused.
»What do you mean by that?«
»Did you ever had the pleasure of having a woman for instance?«
Hanzo could not prevent himself from blushing. »To distract myself from my goals? You are a fool, Genji!« Actually he was not interested in such »pleasures«. In fact, he feared them.
»Your goals or the goals of the elders, I am asking, brother«, Genji continued.
»And sending off that Talon agent?!«, Hanzo tried to switch topics. »What was that about?!«
»The world around us is falling apart and the Shimada gain profit from that since centuries! That is not right, Hanzo!«
He felt his dragons growing more and more angry with every second. »I did not recall that you ever had a problem spending the money we gained from your so called profit with Panchiko and women!«
»Yeah, yeah. Shouting makes you looking even more friendly«, Genji waved at him.
»You. Are. A. Disgrace.« Hanzo drew the snake-like sword of their ancestors.
»A disgrace?« Finally Genji looked back at him, shocked. »Are you shooting for new high scores in our daily fights?«
»No«, Hanzo growled. »I mean to end it once and for all. You will stay right here and obey my orders.«
»And if I don't?«. Genji replied, looking grim.
»Then you are leaving me no other choice.«
»I won't fight you, brother«, Genji said, turning around again.
»Don't you dare!«, Hanzo shouted, feeling the katana slicing through his brother's back before Hanzo grabbed his shoulder and smashed him against the shrine's wall. »I warned you, not to turn your back on me«, he snarled striking again and watching a bloody cut splitting Genji's usually cheeky face.
A sudden pain shot right through him, forcing him to drop the sword. Hanzo cried out and felt to his knies. He killed his brother with their father's sword out from pure rage! He pushed the weapon away from him and stared down on his shaking and blood stained hands. Their father killed so many – even family members – to maintain order. And he, Hanzo Shimada, killed his younger brother to do the same. For the sake of the Shimada Clan. But how shall he rule with his brother's blood on his hands? No-one betrays the Shimada. No-one leaves the clan alive. He learnt that from the very beginning, but Genji always took it too easy.
»Fuck the Shimada«, he heard his brother's words formed by his own tongue. »I … I am so sorry, Genji.« He took his brother's dead body into his arms unable to prevent his tears. Unable to prevent to cry out from agony. How can he possibly be a suitable leader, if this action – his own action – is shaking him up so badly? He wasn't ready for this. He wasn't ready to lead at all. [C]