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moonshadows"Linksister!" Genji flung himself at Sombra, hugging her tightly and spinning her around. "I am so happy that you have returned to flesh! Now you, too, can experience the joys of tasting food once again!"
"That was a major factor in my decision," she replied.
"You simply must come with me to Hanamura! Linksister, there is a shop that makes the best ramen. I want to share the experience with you. And you, too," he said as Gabriel came up to them. "If you are interested in joining us."
Gabriel crossed his arms and tried to pretend he wasn't amused. "That depends on if you two can be trusted to behave in public together," he teased.
Sombra rolled her eyes. "I'm not you, Papi. I'm not going to pick a fight with the biggest, meanest guy in the place."
"Unless he insults me," Gabe pointed out.
"Hey, he deserved that!"
Genji bowed to his former commander. "Ah, have no fear, otou-san. Should any cast a shadow upon your honor, I will teach them the error of their ways before my linksister can even stand up."
Gabriel laughed.
===
As the laughing couple walked up the street and entered the ramen shop, Hanzo froze. Never again had he thought he would see that face, whole and unscarred and happy.
Naturally, it only angered him.
How dare his brother survive the death he had been sentenced to! How dare he find some way to return from the half-mechanical demon he had been! How dare he be happy when Hanzo had suffered so much on his behalf! And going right back to his playboy ways, at that!
Hanzo stormed into the shop, determined to warn away whatever floozy his brother had taken up with. He was not expecting that sunny, carefree smile to be directed at him, nor the glad way Genji called his name, and especially not the welcoming wave gesturing him over to their table. Stiffly, despising every curious glance he got, he stalked stiffly through the restaurant and sat beside his brother. Only then did he get a good look at his brother's companion.
She was not Japanese; that was the first thing he noticed. But it did not surprise him as much as the stunning purple eyes which were now regarding him with curiosity. Her long, thick, lustrous hair...the shape of her cheekbones, the arch of her eyebrows, the way she sat in this lowly eating establishment with the grace and self-assurance of a queen...
Clearly, she was too good for his brother.
"It is an honor to meet you," he said, bowing from his seat.
The woman offered him one manicured hand, her long nails the same purple as her eyes. "Alessandra Reyes," she said in a smoky purr.
"A pleasure," he replied. "I am Hanzo. I trust my brother has told you our family name and thus, I need not announce it here." Her skin was baby-smooth on his fingers and beneath his lips as he kissed her knuckles.
"I know who you are," she said with laughter in her voice. "No need to potentially cause a scene. My father would not be happy if a simple meal turned into a brawl."
Hanzo tried to not feel disappointed as she took her hand back. "And your father is...?"
Alessandra glanced at Genji.
"He is a powerful man, a fearsome man, who does not wish to be identified until he chooses to announce himself to the world," Genji said in a low voice, his explanation in Japanese rather than the English they had been speaking.
"And how did you come to meet this fearsome man and his exquisite daughter?" Hanzo asked in the same language.
"I worked for him, for a time. He is a good man, and his daughter is like a sister to me."
This was not a date, then. This vision of loveliness, this elegant flower, could potentially become the wife he needed to bear him a son and help him raise his lineage out of the ashes. To restore the honor that had once gone hand in hand with the Shimada family name.
"I welcome you to Hanamura," Hanzo said with another bow. "And I apologize that my brother saw fit to bring you to this common place, rather than one worthy of your beauty. If I may, I would dine with you tonight in a place of splendor."
Alessandra eyed him appraisingly, and then smiled. "I would be delighted. Shall we say seven?"
"It shall seem an eternity until then," he replied.
She named the hotel to pick her up at; he kissed her hand and promised he would be there before taking his leave of them.
Things were looking up.
===
/He really called me exquisite?/ Sombra asked as she lurked in the lobby of the hotel.
/He did. I think he is quite taken by you, linksister./ Genji grinned at her from where he was watching, across the street.
She smoothed the fabric of her chic black dress. /He's going to be disappointed./
/He has spent his entire life being disappointed; this will be nothing new./
A limo pulled up. The hotel's doorman opened the back door, and out stepped a man that Sombra would not have immediately identified as the one she'd met earlier. He oozed grace and charm, and his suit spoke eloquently of money. He was, to put it plainly, kinda hot.
This date wasn't going to end well, but at least she'd be able to feast on the sight of her dinner companion as well as the dinner. Sombra smiled as Hanzo entered the lobby, presented her hand for him to bow over and kiss, and let him walk her to the limo.
=
It wasn't until dessert that things got...awkward. They'd chatted about other things during the meal: art, music, philosophy, culture and tradition, sacrifice and redemption. Family and legacy. Then Hanzo cleared his throat and asked her, dead serious, if she would bear his sons.
It took all she had to not choke, laugh, or both as he explained solemnly that he was looking for a suitable wife, a cultured woman of regal bearing to produce the next generation of Shimadas so he could rebuild the honor of the family.
She tried to let him down easy, tell him that he was very attractive but she didn't see this as a romantic thing. He countered that it didn't have to be romance. She protested she wasn't looking for that kind of responsibility; he assured her that he would do it, and she could simply live a pampered life of luxury.
"Hanzo," she said, trying to keep her composure, "it's not going to work. I'm never going to have kids."
All that got her was a five-minute speech about uniting his family and hers and medical technology and providing an heir for her father.
"It's not going to work," she tried again after he'd stopped.
He looked frustrated. "Why not?"
Sombra thought of all the ways she could explain why not. "If you want a wife to give you kids," she said gently, "you probably want to look for a woman who actually has a uterus."
Hanzo leaned away from her, his expression struggling - and failing - to not convey his disgust. The check was called for; Sombra handed over her cred card before Hanzo could so much as reach for his.
The ride back to the hotel was coldly silent.
===
"He asked you what?" Jesse McCree exclaimed as his sister reached the end of the tale.
Genji covered his face with both hands, while Gabriel couldn't decide if he was going to burst into laughter or grab a gun.
"If I would bear sons to carry on the Shimada name and raise the family from the ashes and restore the honor it once had," Sombra said, trying not to laugh.
"And this didn't entice you, hija?"
She crossed her arms. "He's nice to look at, but he's not that hot. I already re-sequenced my DNA once, I'm not doing it a second time."
"How hot?" Jesse asked curiously, while Gabe frowned.
"Why would you need to...?"
Sombra pulled up a screen with Hanzo's picture on it, and one with her DNA sequence. "I used your Y, Papi," she said. "Androgen insensitive. Told Hanzo he should look for a woman who actually has a uterus. He recoiled, but now I'm wondering if he thought I meant I transitioned surgically."
"Nothin' wrong with that if you had," Jesse said. "And if he recoiled then he's a damn hypocrite." The cowboy jerked one thumb at the image. "I've met him. It was a, ah, purely business-is-pleasure arrangement."
Genji stared. "My brother paid you for..."
"A blowjob and a little bit of the old yee-haw."
Sombra closed the screens. "When you say yee-haw..."
"I mean I fired my Colt into his ass. At his request. Your brother's got some issues."
"There is no need to tell me," Genji sighed. "I am quite aware. No doubt he thought our lunch was a date; you did not see his expression, but I am certain he thought I was going to trick you into letting me have my wicked way with you."
All three of them laughed.
"With your non-existent mechanical wang?" Jesse chortled.
"I did get my head and stomach restored," Genji joked. "Perhaps he thought I got another organ restored, as well."
Gabriel grinned wickedly. "They do make toys with suction cups. You could have had a whopper of a sillicone dong ready to just stick on and go to town with."
"Now I want to find one and send him a picture with it stuck on your groin, linkbrother," Sombra said.
"I would hardly be adverse to this plan, linksister. But think how much better it would be if you sent him one with it stuck to yours!"
She chucked evilly. "Why not both?"
"Why stop there?" Gabriel interjected. "Stick it to your forehead. Tell him it's an upgrade. Hell, get two. I'll duel you."
"I will take you up on that, otou-san!"
Sombra opened a handful of screens. "Alright. Time to go shopping."
===
Hanzo's phone emitted a discreet ping. Someone had sent him a message. When he opened it, he was dismayed to see his brother sprawled disgracefully upon a bed, a smirk on his face and-
Hastily, he averted his eyes from Genji's crotch and the erection there. There was calligraphy across the top, done in a neat hand. It read, "My dragon thirsts for battle."
Hanzo deleted the image. Seconds later, his phone pinged again. Thinking of you, read the calligraphy. This time, it was Alessandra Reyes posed invitingly on the bed, wearing that curve-hugging black dress, one hand draped over her hip, fingers lightly caressing her-
Flushing from what he told himself was anger and not shameful arousal, he closed the picture. Regardless of the promise her breasts held, or the swell of her hips, an erection was not what he needed between the legs of his future wife. Unless it was his erection.
Ping.
Warily, Hanzo opened the third image and nearly hurled the traitorous device against the wall. The erect occupant of the bed was that dirty, disheveled man who'd serviced him without asking awkward questions. Saddle up was written in elegant characters across the top. Hanzo was certain he'd never have to see that face again, with its wild and unruly hair, or the huge, veined cock that-
Wait.
Feeling the burn of humiliation, Hanzo zoomed in on the naked man's groin. That...that wasn't the cock he remembered. It was far too pale, far too...clean and idealized. He went back to the picture of Alessandra and inspected what he had averted his eyes from before. Yes, that was the same - had it been the same on his brother, as well? A sex toy with a suction cup? Did that mean Alessandra had the correct equipment after all, and it was still acceptable to picture her during late, lonely nights?
Ping.
Who was it this time? The man with dusky skin seemed familiar, despite the wanton expression on his face and the hands cupping the pale, sculpted testicles of two light-colored dongs stuck to his chest where nipples should be. Could this be Alessandra's mysterious, powerful, fearsome father?
Reyes...Alessandra Reyes...
Gabriel Reyes? Commander Reyes, the leader of Blackwatch? He would indeed be a powerful and fearsome man if he survived, and hadn't Genji said he had not yet announced himself to the world? If this was Alessandra's father, that made her more than a worthy match for him...
...except that she had implied she lacked the capacity to bear children. And now that he was thinking instead of reacting, he could kick himself for having reacted so rudely. There were several reasons a woman might lack a uterus, and he'd leaped straight to the most insulting one. No doubt he had burned that bridge.
Hanzo was so engrossed in chastizing himself that he nearly missed the ping of yet another picture. With trembling fingers he opened it. His brother and the man he assumed was Commander Reyes were facing each other, mid-shout, seemingly in the middle of attacking each other, and each of them had one of these sex toys stuck to his forehead.
Ping.
The dirty cowboy with both dongs stuck between his legs. Two heads are better than one, read the elegant script.
Ping.
Alessandra with an expression that excited him shamefully, the toys covering her nipples and being held by robotic hands. Clearly, the scene was meant to convey that she was being pleasured by simultaneous stimulation of her breast...cocks.
Ping.
Genji, on his hands and knees, with the toys stuck to his upper and lower back, facing each other. The calligraphy read Table for two.
Ping.
The cowboy on his hands and knees, with Alessandra behind him, a fake cock between her legs. Behind her, his brother with the other one between his.
Ping.
Defeated, Hanzo put the phone in his pocket and ignored the chime. He needed a drink, and badly.
Maybe two.
Maybe just the bottle.
Ping.
"That was a major factor in my decision," she replied.
"You simply must come with me to Hanamura! Linksister, there is a shop that makes the best ramen. I want to share the experience with you. And you, too," he said as Gabriel came up to them. "If you are interested in joining us."
Gabriel crossed his arms and tried to pretend he wasn't amused. "That depends on if you two can be trusted to behave in public together," he teased.
Sombra rolled her eyes. "I'm not you, Papi. I'm not going to pick a fight with the biggest, meanest guy in the place."
"Unless he insults me," Gabe pointed out.
"Hey, he deserved that!"
Genji bowed to his former commander. "Ah, have no fear, otou-san. Should any cast a shadow upon your honor, I will teach them the error of their ways before my linksister can even stand up."
Gabriel laughed.
===
As the laughing couple walked up the street and entered the ramen shop, Hanzo froze. Never again had he thought he would see that face, whole and unscarred and happy.
Naturally, it only angered him.
How dare his brother survive the death he had been sentenced to! How dare he find some way to return from the half-mechanical demon he had been! How dare he be happy when Hanzo had suffered so much on his behalf! And going right back to his playboy ways, at that!
Hanzo stormed into the shop, determined to warn away whatever floozy his brother had taken up with. He was not expecting that sunny, carefree smile to be directed at him, nor the glad way Genji called his name, and especially not the welcoming wave gesturing him over to their table. Stiffly, despising every curious glance he got, he stalked stiffly through the restaurant and sat beside his brother. Only then did he get a good look at his brother's companion.
She was not Japanese; that was the first thing he noticed. But it did not surprise him as much as the stunning purple eyes which were now regarding him with curiosity. Her long, thick, lustrous hair...the shape of her cheekbones, the arch of her eyebrows, the way she sat in this lowly eating establishment with the grace and self-assurance of a queen...
Clearly, she was too good for his brother.
"It is an honor to meet you," he said, bowing from his seat.
The woman offered him one manicured hand, her long nails the same purple as her eyes. "Alessandra Reyes," she said in a smoky purr.
"A pleasure," he replied. "I am Hanzo. I trust my brother has told you our family name and thus, I need not announce it here." Her skin was baby-smooth on his fingers and beneath his lips as he kissed her knuckles.
"I know who you are," she said with laughter in her voice. "No need to potentially cause a scene. My father would not be happy if a simple meal turned into a brawl."
Hanzo tried to not feel disappointed as she took her hand back. "And your father is...?"
Alessandra glanced at Genji.
"He is a powerful man, a fearsome man, who does not wish to be identified until he chooses to announce himself to the world," Genji said in a low voice, his explanation in Japanese rather than the English they had been speaking.
"And how did you come to meet this fearsome man and his exquisite daughter?" Hanzo asked in the same language.
"I worked for him, for a time. He is a good man, and his daughter is like a sister to me."
This was not a date, then. This vision of loveliness, this elegant flower, could potentially become the wife he needed to bear him a son and help him raise his lineage out of the ashes. To restore the honor that had once gone hand in hand with the Shimada family name.
"I welcome you to Hanamura," Hanzo said with another bow. "And I apologize that my brother saw fit to bring you to this common place, rather than one worthy of your beauty. If I may, I would dine with you tonight in a place of splendor."
Alessandra eyed him appraisingly, and then smiled. "I would be delighted. Shall we say seven?"
"It shall seem an eternity until then," he replied.
She named the hotel to pick her up at; he kissed her hand and promised he would be there before taking his leave of them.
Things were looking up.
===
/He really called me exquisite?/ Sombra asked as she lurked in the lobby of the hotel.
/He did. I think he is quite taken by you, linksister./ Genji grinned at her from where he was watching, across the street.
She smoothed the fabric of her chic black dress. /He's going to be disappointed./
/He has spent his entire life being disappointed; this will be nothing new./
A limo pulled up. The hotel's doorman opened the back door, and out stepped a man that Sombra would not have immediately identified as the one she'd met earlier. He oozed grace and charm, and his suit spoke eloquently of money. He was, to put it plainly, kinda hot.
This date wasn't going to end well, but at least she'd be able to feast on the sight of her dinner companion as well as the dinner. Sombra smiled as Hanzo entered the lobby, presented her hand for him to bow over and kiss, and let him walk her to the limo.
=
It wasn't until dessert that things got...awkward. They'd chatted about other things during the meal: art, music, philosophy, culture and tradition, sacrifice and redemption. Family and legacy. Then Hanzo cleared his throat and asked her, dead serious, if she would bear his sons.
It took all she had to not choke, laugh, or both as he explained solemnly that he was looking for a suitable wife, a cultured woman of regal bearing to produce the next generation of Shimadas so he could rebuild the honor of the family.
She tried to let him down easy, tell him that he was very attractive but she didn't see this as a romantic thing. He countered that it didn't have to be romance. She protested she wasn't looking for that kind of responsibility; he assured her that he would do it, and she could simply live a pampered life of luxury.
"Hanzo," she said, trying to keep her composure, "it's not going to work. I'm never going to have kids."
All that got her was a five-minute speech about uniting his family and hers and medical technology and providing an heir for her father.
"It's not going to work," she tried again after he'd stopped.
He looked frustrated. "Why not?"
Sombra thought of all the ways she could explain why not. "If you want a wife to give you kids," she said gently, "you probably want to look for a woman who actually has a uterus."
Hanzo leaned away from her, his expression struggling - and failing - to not convey his disgust. The check was called for; Sombra handed over her cred card before Hanzo could so much as reach for his.
The ride back to the hotel was coldly silent.
===
"He asked you what?" Jesse McCree exclaimed as his sister reached the end of the tale.
Genji covered his face with both hands, while Gabriel couldn't decide if he was going to burst into laughter or grab a gun.
"If I would bear sons to carry on the Shimada name and raise the family from the ashes and restore the honor it once had," Sombra said, trying not to laugh.
"And this didn't entice you, hija?"
She crossed her arms. "He's nice to look at, but he's not that hot. I already re-sequenced my DNA once, I'm not doing it a second time."
"How hot?" Jesse asked curiously, while Gabe frowned.
"Why would you need to...?"
Sombra pulled up a screen with Hanzo's picture on it, and one with her DNA sequence. "I used your Y, Papi," she said. "Androgen insensitive. Told Hanzo he should look for a woman who actually has a uterus. He recoiled, but now I'm wondering if he thought I meant I transitioned surgically."
"Nothin' wrong with that if you had," Jesse said. "And if he recoiled then he's a damn hypocrite." The cowboy jerked one thumb at the image. "I've met him. It was a, ah, purely business-is-pleasure arrangement."
Genji stared. "My brother paid you for..."
"A blowjob and a little bit of the old yee-haw."
Sombra closed the screens. "When you say yee-haw..."
"I mean I fired my Colt into his ass. At his request. Your brother's got some issues."
"There is no need to tell me," Genji sighed. "I am quite aware. No doubt he thought our lunch was a date; you did not see his expression, but I am certain he thought I was going to trick you into letting me have my wicked way with you."
All three of them laughed.
"With your non-existent mechanical wang?" Jesse chortled.
"I did get my head and stomach restored," Genji joked. "Perhaps he thought I got another organ restored, as well."
Gabriel grinned wickedly. "They do make toys with suction cups. You could have had a whopper of a sillicone dong ready to just stick on and go to town with."
"Now I want to find one and send him a picture with it stuck on your groin, linkbrother," Sombra said.
"I would hardly be adverse to this plan, linksister. But think how much better it would be if you sent him one with it stuck to yours!"
She chucked evilly. "Why not both?"
"Why stop there?" Gabriel interjected. "Stick it to your forehead. Tell him it's an upgrade. Hell, get two. I'll duel you."
"I will take you up on that, otou-san!"
Sombra opened a handful of screens. "Alright. Time to go shopping."
===
Hanzo's phone emitted a discreet ping. Someone had sent him a message. When he opened it, he was dismayed to see his brother sprawled disgracefully upon a bed, a smirk on his face and-
Hastily, he averted his eyes from Genji's crotch and the erection there. There was calligraphy across the top, done in a neat hand. It read, "My dragon thirsts for battle."
Hanzo deleted the image. Seconds later, his phone pinged again. Thinking of you, read the calligraphy. This time, it was Alessandra Reyes posed invitingly on the bed, wearing that curve-hugging black dress, one hand draped over her hip, fingers lightly caressing her-
Flushing from what he told himself was anger and not shameful arousal, he closed the picture. Regardless of the promise her breasts held, or the swell of her hips, an erection was not what he needed between the legs of his future wife. Unless it was his erection.
Ping.
Warily, Hanzo opened the third image and nearly hurled the traitorous device against the wall. The erect occupant of the bed was that dirty, disheveled man who'd serviced him without asking awkward questions. Saddle up was written in elegant characters across the top. Hanzo was certain he'd never have to see that face again, with its wild and unruly hair, or the huge, veined cock that-
Wait.
Feeling the burn of humiliation, Hanzo zoomed in on the naked man's groin. That...that wasn't the cock he remembered. It was far too pale, far too...clean and idealized. He went back to the picture of Alessandra and inspected what he had averted his eyes from before. Yes, that was the same - had it been the same on his brother, as well? A sex toy with a suction cup? Did that mean Alessandra had the correct equipment after all, and it was still acceptable to picture her during late, lonely nights?
Ping.
Who was it this time? The man with dusky skin seemed familiar, despite the wanton expression on his face and the hands cupping the pale, sculpted testicles of two light-colored dongs stuck to his chest where nipples should be. Could this be Alessandra's mysterious, powerful, fearsome father?
Reyes...Alessandra Reyes...
Gabriel Reyes? Commander Reyes, the leader of Blackwatch? He would indeed be a powerful and fearsome man if he survived, and hadn't Genji said he had not yet announced himself to the world? If this was Alessandra's father, that made her more than a worthy match for him...
...except that she had implied she lacked the capacity to bear children. And now that he was thinking instead of reacting, he could kick himself for having reacted so rudely. There were several reasons a woman might lack a uterus, and he'd leaped straight to the most insulting one. No doubt he had burned that bridge.
Hanzo was so engrossed in chastizing himself that he nearly missed the ping of yet another picture. With trembling fingers he opened it. His brother and the man he assumed was Commander Reyes were facing each other, mid-shout, seemingly in the middle of attacking each other, and each of them had one of these sex toys stuck to his forehead.
Ping.
The dirty cowboy with both dongs stuck between his legs. Two heads are better than one, read the elegant script.
Ping.
Alessandra with an expression that excited him shamefully, the toys covering her nipples and being held by robotic hands. Clearly, the scene was meant to convey that she was being pleasured by simultaneous stimulation of her breast...cocks.
Ping.
Genji, on his hands and knees, with the toys stuck to his upper and lower back, facing each other. The calligraphy read Table for two.
Ping.
The cowboy on his hands and knees, with Alessandra behind him, a fake cock between her legs. Behind her, his brother with the other one between his.
Ping.
Defeated, Hanzo put the phone in his pocket and ignored the chime. He needed a drink, and badly.
Maybe two.
Maybe just the bottle.
Ping.