Lonesome Pianist (McHanzo / YeeHan)

Appearances

The Shimada family had perfect public appearances. Really, to the public eye, they had a wonderful family. A single father, with a perfect son. As well as, every family has one, the rambunctious younger son's occasional public shenanigans. They may not have been the most affectionate family, but that seemed to pass over everyone's heads.

"They have it all, A large home, almost resembling a castle in stature, talented sons, and enough money to buy continents!"

Anyone close with the brothers would likely not say so. But even they didn't know the true extent of the homes' dysfunction. By brothers though, that'd just mean Genji Shimada. Hanzo had no friends his age, due to his homeschooling, constant bodyguards, and never ending tasks from his father to take care of. Genji however, did not have even half of Hanzo's responsibility. He barely even had to tidy his own room, thanks to their literal servants. Sometimes hanzo could even be mistaken for a servant, a very well dressed one, yes, but he was never able to stand still. Even without tasks, he can't help but find something to do. So even before they were about to head out for a public outing, to upkeep their perfect familial appearance, he was sweeping the porch in their backyard. The sweeping going along to the gentle tune of the windchimes that genji had hung up however long ago.

He glanced to his phone to check the time, and had thirty minutes to spare before they had to leave. Even a moment late, and his ass was on the line. So, he put away the broom, and went into his room to clean himself up. Grabbing a nice set of clothes, he entered the bathroom connected to his room and turned on the shower, allowing it to heat up as he examined himself in the mirror.

'How am I supposed to be seen, when I look like this..?"

Hanzo had never been too fond of his appearance, but it only got worse when his father would ridicule him. Sojiro had always told himself it was to keep his son from becoming too self-absorbed, but he knew what he was doing. He was ruining Hanzo's self esteem to keep him both mentally and physically below him.

When hanzo finished his shower, he cleaned his face up. A quick shave to finish it all off, any stubble and he'd be considered unprofessional by his father. Even though his father had quite the facial hair. It was hypocritical, but hanzo dared not question his authority.

He began to pull his clothes onto himself, begrudgingly so as he yawned. Tidying his yukata, he pulled his hair up. Even as he was tidied up, he couldn't help but gaze judgingly at his reflection. He made a quick exit from the bathroom and made sure his clothes were decent enough for their outing, and once he was entirely put together he went to check on Genji.

Genji was, of course, playing video games. Instead of the outfit Hanzo had ever so thoughtfully given him to wear for this specific outing, he was in sweats and a hoodie. He scrunched up his nose and pulled the headphones off his younger brother, who was only fourteen at the time. Hanzo however, was just about to turn seventeen. On the day of his piano recital, actually. Genji almost yelled out in protest but only huffed as he saw hanzo point to the time on his computer monitor.

"Niiisaaannn" His voice, annoyed and dejected. "Do i have tooo...."

Hanzo hated this feeling. He was always just the rude and overbearing older brother to Genji. He never got to truly be his older brother. More his father than anything, even with them having such a small age gap. "Yes, Ototo... Now, get ready. Or father won't be happy."

Genji grumbled, but obliged nonetheless. Getting up and lazily entering his own bathroom. Hanzo knew he could take it from there, and so he left. Going to the kitchen to get his father a cup of tea to bring him as he himself got ready. It was never unusual for Hanzo to be the first one ready anyway. Carefully preparing the tea, a notification popped up on his phone..

"Hanzo Shimada performing at next week's pianist competition! What will the prince of Japan be playing?? Everyone's speculations in this article!"

He couldn't help but scoff. He was no prince by any means. Not even by Japan's standards. He just so happened to be the son of a very wealthy businessman, who cared so deeply about their appearances that he couldn't go outside without at least one or two bodyguards, and definitely wouldn't be caught dead in casual clothing. Even his sleepwear was tidy for god's sake. Why they cared so much was beyond him, but he didn't ponder on it too much. Bringing the tea to his fathers room, he knocked softly on the door. On the other side, a deep voice responded. "You may enter, chonan." Sojiro was used to this by now, his son bringing him tea just before they had to leave. Whether or not it was a bribe to hopefully be treated less strictly was beyond him, but if it was, it definitely didn't work.

Hanzo silently entered the room, careful to not get his long yukata sleeves caught on anything, they were elegant, sure, but they were a damn pain as well. He passed the small cup to his father, his head bowed in the process as Sojiro took the cup.

"Is Genji ready yet?"

"No father, he's getting dressed."

His father hummed in response, and Hanzo took that as his cue to make his exit. On the way out though, his father made one last statement.

"If you dont make first place in your competitions Hanzo, i'll be forced to believe you are wasting your free time."

Hanzo had been slacking slightly, and his father was becoming suspicious. Hanzo replied quietly, "Yes, father.." and shut the door. He made his way to the front door, waiting in the main area on the first floor. He scrolled through his phone to pass the time, and somehow found himself reading on the reasons koalas suck. Hanzo made sure not to get too engrossed in his phone, but just enough so the time could pass quickly.

Little did he know, This next week would be the closest to living hes ever experienced. In his near 17 years of just surviving.

(( Authors note time! This chapter is the normal length of what these chapters are going to look like, i really appreciate comments to tell me what you think or of suggestions. Either way, this story is just being written as i type, with no real forethought. So your suggestions just may shape the story! Anyways, i wont talk too much, have a nice day/night!! byebyee!!! -N ))