Genji Shimada D2 (Done)

A soul seeks balance. A scale always tipping towards peace and violence. A crossfire of emotions that collect on either side. The soul seeks to balance itself until the person can live a life of normality. There was no balance within Genji's soul. Only the tipping of a scale as everything falls off onto one side. The tapping of feet as they approach his cell sends his body into a fit of shivers and excitement. Their eyes stare at him as he sits crossed legged with his breathing calm in that moment. A rare sight from Genji Shimada as he's only been quiet upon the assignments for his family. The word etched in paper or on the walls of their home. Honor. A five letter word that always weighed upon his shoulders, not as much as Hanzo's, but it still weighed itself upon him.

"Genji."

Only his eyes open, absorbing the smell of the cell that he was in. The Detention Center smelt of nothing more than unbalanced souls and the deadly. They stand before him like the soldiers that they were trained to be. They belonged here. Hanzo did not. He reminded himself of this every day that he's sat in the cell, rotting in whatever stone and metal made up the place. He ignored their words, only letting himself fall back into his mind. Honor falling into his mind as he remembers why he was even there. It was Hanzo's fault, but he didn't belong in a cell somewhere else. All of it was on his shoulders, even if Hanzo had done the act. They were made to be assassins and that's what Hanzo had done, but Genji was caught, not Hanzo.

"Welc-"

"Is Hanzo being freed from his cell?"

His voice interrupted the man who was trying to talk to him about who knows what. The youngest Shimada could care less about the offer. All he wanted was to see his brother. Talk to him. Hit him. Scream at him. Cry about anything other than Hanzo. Genji's spent a year in the cell, moping inside about his brother's actions. The Shimada family was in shambles without Hanzo. Dishonor is all Genji caused to the family, never once did he pull his weight for the family. Life was meant to be balanced between fun and work, sadness and happiness, and so many other opposites that Genji couldn't think of in that moment.

The man continues to try to speak, but Genji lets out a breath of air. Sizing him up, Genji can only imagine the struggle of being a peacekeeper and having to watch the Shimadas. All he can imagine is the struggle of seeing two brothers separated, yet all Genji wanted was to see Hanzo. Hell, even just a glimpse of the eyes would have been enough for Genji to live within a cell for the rest of his life. If that's what it would take to bring honor upon the Shimada name.

"No, but Gen-"

"Leave me then."

With the scuffling of feet and a frustrated breath of air, Genji is alone again. Legs crossed together as his breath breathes in and out smoothly. There was no reason to talk to him, if Hanzo wasn't the subject at hand. He's stayed in the cell for a year and nothing would change that until Hanzo is let free to bring honor back to the Shimada name. Honor was the most important thing to the family. Genji couldn't bring any honor to his name, even if he tried. He's heard the whispers, long before they tore Hanzo.

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They came back the next day. Dark eyes meet together. Genji's hair a mess of black that's kept it's shape for too long. A little bit of black facial hair growing in as they hadn't allowed him to shave it. His face smooth with the caress of the air. Lips, pink and small, lick together as they approach his cell, words readying to fire at him and tip his scale ever so slightly. A mole upon his nose that multiple girls and guys of the past thought was a cute feature, but in the face of a peacekeeper it was like a target. A soft jaw that adds to his innocence, but everyone knew there was nothing innocent about Genji Shimada. The peacekeeper speaks first with a tongue sharp, just like the sword that he grew up to have.

"Shimada! Up and listen to this guy's proposal."

Brown eyes roll at the peacekeeper. The body that carries him feel sore and aches in defiance to the orders. A toned chest and stomach relax as he stands up. Long arms, drawn close to his sides, ready to swing if needed. Muscle memory of the training that he had learned for the games and killing people. Legs, tall and sturdy keeping his weight balanced as he blinks at the man before him. Something of a warm presence oozing off the man. A reminder of who his father was before he died. Kind to the core of his being, even if he ran the Shimada business. His father still had a kind heart. The other guy speaks calmly. The guy he shooed away only a day ago. Words that cause his heart to want to go, but he couldn't.

"Congrats, Genji Shimada. You've been selected for the Overwatch program."

"Not with-"

The other man looks at him with something of a smile, but all Genji can feel is all the problems he's ever created coming to bite him again. The countless men and women that he had brought home for a one night conquest of skin. The way he failed to complete his duties to the Shimada business because of his own personal affairs. The countless times that he's gone and taken money only to give it to the poor people who needed it more than the Shimada family. The whispers of the confidants that told Hanzo to kill him. The arrow that he let go through the little girl's neck. The tiny voice in his head screaming, It was meant for you. They all come back to him in the end.

"Hanzo will be there."

As Genji heard the words, his heart beat caught up to him. His breath let out like a soothing relief that he was still alive somehow. Anything could have happened to him within a year. Anything. As he stares at the man, his eyes water softly, but he nods his head. A smile falls upon the guy's lips as he shuffles away. The peacekeeper there opening the cell to let Genji Shimada out and follow the leader of Overwatch. The little voice in Genji's head speaking for him.

This is your chance. Don't fuck it up.

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Everything happened for a reason.

His heart knew that. His mind knew that. Everything in him knew that. Never once did he think that being thrown into a cell didn't have a reason. Never once did he think someone would take him out of the cell that held him for an entire year. Everything happened for a reason, just like Genji Shimada happened for a reason.

Born into a family of higher class with a business that was secretive from everyone, but the people within it. A father who was stern and yet kind. A mother who followed that man to the end of the world. A brother who had his priorities in check, nothing like himself. Genji was nothing more than the dishonorable. Even before his father, he had been a man of selfish interests and nothing more. A heartbreaker built by the money and leisure time that he had. This was the truth to Genji Shimada.

Dishonorable.

On the seventeenth birthday of Hanzo Shimada, everything broke around the family. A father so well renowned and loved never woke up to the sun that rises and sets for his name. Hanzo became the leader of the business and Genji told what to do by his brother. Honor to his name, unlike his own. Hanzo worked hard. Harder than Genji expected him to. Ordering around people like he was meant for it. This was the reason his brother lived. Himself on the other hand, hated it all. Work left no time for leisure and the joys of life. Refusing to do anything for Hanzo left to no other choice. Only death could bring honor to the Shimada name. Only his own death could bring honor.

It had been dark when he was making his rounds. Money within his pockets. A bouquet of roses redder than the blood of the little girl. As the arrow was notched and flew. Genji could see the death of her or him, yet he still jumped. He jumped because he was a selfish bastard who cared too much about himself. A sacrifice was made for his own dishonor. Never once did he think Hanzo would join him in the Detention Center. Never once did he expect to see Hanzo beat up the peacekeeper to a pulp. Never once did he expect Hanzo to be arrested because of his own dishonorable deeds. All he wanted was to make it up to his brother, but a year had passed and all he could do was think of himself.

That's until he came. The man who was going to reunite them for a price. Their work for his program, after all they were assassins at the start. Genji had trained with the blades that made him feel at home. His strengths matched his brother's in every way. As he walks out of the cell and into another room, somewhere new that he's never been. He can feel the air and breathe something fresh for once. The unbalanced evils within the cell gone. Thsi was his chance.

Don't fuck it up.

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