Blood Stained | McHanzo [ Mafia AU ]

Chapter 2: Bitter Taste

Hanzo drew back his bow, his eyes focused on the centre of the target as he let go of the arrow. He watched as it whizzed through, hitting the target dead centre yet again. Five perfect shots and not a single miss. Hanzo placed his bow down, stretching as he went to pluck out his arrows. Genji stepped into the kyudojo, arms crossed as he leaned back against the wall.

"What do you want, brother?" Hanzo asked out, bundling up the remaining arrows and keeping them in his quiver.

"It's lunch. Or are you still busy?" Genji stood up straight, casually walking up to his brother. The elder Shimada was confused, turning to look at the clock. It was indeed noon. Had he been training all morning without realising?

"It's also been two months since we went there. Do you have what you need?" Genji spoke softer, glancing away as he looked out the windows to see if anyone was passing by.

Hanzo kept his storm bow, nodding as he carried them back to his room. Genji walked alongside him, his every step full of energy in contrast to Hanzo's confident and firm stride. The moment the doors were closed, Hanzo sighed.

"I will be in and out. Like always." Hanzo muttered though he doubted himself.

"Aniki, they're different. Just know I'll be okay. Stay safe out there." Genji grabbed his shoulder, squeezing it gently as he left.

Hanzo couldn't bring himself to reply. But he gave a firm nod. He stripped and started a bath, leaning back in the tub as he cleaned himself. His hands threaded through his long hair, silky and smooth. Since they last talked to the members of the Deadlock gang, there wasn't any news of a victim nor were they ever mentioned. Yet Hanzo hasn't kept up with his end of the bargain.

Clan matters got in the way. With arms dealing and keeping off the radar, he had a lot on his hands. Finally stepping out of the bath, he dried himself and changed into the same suit he wore those months ago. Except for this time with a yellow strip of silk to hold up his hair. Hanzo stepped out of his room, straightening his posture as he walked out of the castle.

He had informed the elders beforehand about his leave. He glanced back to see Genji watching him, nodding to him before he got into the black SUV. The way to the airport took a while before he steps into the jet. Making his way to a seat close to the window, he leaned back into the plush cushion. It was gonna be a long flight without Genji to talk to.

He got himself a glass of whiskey, not preferred but needed for what was waiting for him. He decided to text Cassidy, letting him know he would be arriving soon. Not very professional of him but he didn't think it was needed. Placing his phone down, he stared out the window.

When the jet had finally landed, he slowly made his way to a bike that was ready for him. He had his bow and quiver with him, making it easy for him in case of an emergency. Taking his helmet from one of the bodyguards close by, he wore it on and climbed onto the bike. Its body was a polished deep metallic blue with sheds of yellow. With the turn of a key, the engine burst to life.

Speeding down the dusty roads, he noticed the many cameras on the road signs. They were obvious but had the sun not reflected off them, he wouldn't have noticed them. He focused on the road as his phone beeped with a voice message. Tapping in without looking, he listened to it on his earpiece.

"I'll be expecting you at the nearby diner." With the location sent and a heart emoji after. Hanzo rolled his eyes, swiping out of the app as he raced off into a different road. It wasn't too bad for an old diner. Not many people were there, which he was grateful for. Slowly, he made his way into the parking lot. Killing the engines and kicking down the stand. He took off his helmet, placing it on the bike.