the shooting stars and i || genssidy

chapter 4 || friendships & missions

genji had forgotten how sore his eyes could get. staying up was not a habit of his, at least until he started living with cassidy. he had grown accustomed to hearing the man's late night rambles, and though genji wasn't sure if cassidy knew that he did it, but he also talked in his sleep. a lot. it mostly consisted of nonsense, the unconscious ramblings of a sleeping man, but sometimes he'd spew quotable material. genji didn't tell him about it, though he had referenced quite a bit during their conversations over the last few weeks.

he hadn't taken off his faceplate to sleep in a while. he hated to admit it, but he was beginning to feel a bit stuffy (which is most likely the only sensation he's felt since he got his body rebuilt). he wouldn't risk showing his face to others, lest they end up running away at the sight of his scars, so he settled on taking it off in the bathroom only. he also missed the feeling of tasting like before. though he didn't need it as his body was fully artificial to not need sustenance, he still liked to get a cup of ramen every now and then to be reminded of his youth.

he made it a routine to microwave ramen cups at midnight. he'd stop the timer at 1 second left to prevent cassidy from waking up, rip open the lid at their balcony, and pretend that he was young again while he'd feast away.

the weather was dark and gloomy, as if it were to rain. genji didn't mind however, since he enjoyed to feel the small ounces of raindrops touch the metal of his body. it was the only kind of weather where he could truly feel like a human again. he opened the small lid of the cup, and used his chopsticks to slurp the noodles down as they entered his mouth. his lips were dry as genji's cheeks burned from the rain touching his scars.

"ahh. such nice weather on a fine evening like this." he smiled, observing the rainclouds, trying to imagine them as figures or animals.

he sometimes wished he had been given a childhood like everyone else. because of the strictness of his father and their important illegal businesses, he was dragged into all their professions and wicked drug dealing. his father brought him up to be acquainted with violence. however, he'd sneak out and spend time at the arcade, like most children did, only to be reprimanded and reminded of how he should be like his perfect older brother.

just thinking of hanzo made genji lose his appetite. his hands began to shake being reminded of his brother, holding the sacred weapon from their fathers heirloom, passed down from their ancestors and so forth.

it was all coming back now.

the dark, unsettling red handprints on the walls, the horrified screams for help, the sharp pain approaching his chest, spitting out blood which felt like his guts were being teared apart, hearing his brothers disappointment, the sirens approaching as the world got quieter and quieter. then, silence.

his body quivered from the traumatic thoughts. the weather wasn't a big help either. he tentatively walked back inside and threw his food away.

...

a few weeks have passed since that incident, and after the tiring days of training, blackwatch was ready to go on their first official mission. though it was really only cassidy and genji on their first assignment. apparently moira was working on her biotic arms on how to heal and give damage at the same time to assist in desperate situations. reyes hadn't given them much instruction on what they were exactly doing, however all genji and cole knew was that they had to go undercover, steal their uniforms, and eavesdrop on a plan.

supposedly, they were mainly enemies with a force named talon, in which overwatch had been trying to track and take down for a long time. though, since nobody knew about blackwatch and it was never publicly announced, it meant talon didn't know about it either. which was the plan to seek and find out where they were hiding in italy.