Blood Stained | McHanzo [ Mafia AU ]

Chapter 4: Death

Genji couldn't remember how many bodies he had mutilated. Wiping his blade on his jacket sleeve, he sheathed back his wakizashi. Hanzo stood next to him, his bow drenched in crimson. His quiver had emptied from taking down the remaining assassins further from them.

"Aniki, the elders are not here." Wrong. Something was wrong. Hanzo looked at Genji, wide-eyed as he quickly ran to the one place they left out. The dojo. Genji ran after him, their steps light and silent as they made their way there.

"They're here..." Hanzo couldn't set foot into the place. He knew it was a trap but it was either kill them all or leave and let them take over.

Hanzo stepped into the dojo, Genji following suit. Stepping into the centre, the lights turned off. The Shimadas stood back to back, their eyes adjusting to the dark. Genji handed Hanzo his wakizashi, just in case. They both stood in their fighting stance before the fight broke out. Genji wielded his katana, cutting into more bodies. Hanzo kept blocking and slicing into flesh, aware of the numerous more that showed up.

He couldn't stop them from separating him from Genji, cursing as he tried to push them back. But the brothers were easily outnumbered, exhaustion slowing them down by a tiny bit. And that tiny bit was enough to knock them both down to their knees. Arms grabbed at him, pulling and threatening to break him. Genji was held upright, just as beaten as Hanzo.

The lights turned back on, and the clan elders filed in as they stood before the brothers. Hanzo could hardly make out what they were saying as he screamed Genji's name. He could only watch in horror as his younger brother gets beaten and cut by his very own blade. Hanzo felt tears fall as he listened to Genji's screams echo around the dojo. It felt like forever before they let him go.

He scurried next to his fallen brother, holding him close. Genji's blade was dropped next to him. Hanzo dreaded what the elders would say. "Kill him." And he painfully glanced at his brother. His blood dripped down his face, his torso and his legs. It stained his clothes a deep crimson, a body beyond saving. But Hanzo knew he couldn't escape to save him even if he tried.

"Aniki, it's okay." Hanzo held his bloody hand to his face, letting his tears fall. Forget his pride and not show weakness. He knew what he had to do and it pained him. He took the katana, holding it shakily before plunging it into him. Genji spat more blood, shaky from the pain and exhaustion. But he was grateful as Hanzo ended it for him. He let out his last breath, closed his eyes and fell limp in his brother's arms. Hanzo held him close, pain and anger overtook him. The inhumane roar of the slumbering beast shook the dojo. No one had heard such a voice in centuries. And they knew they fucked up big time.

The dragons pulsed as they felt their younger sibling slip away with Genji, furious at the elders of the clan. Hanzo slowly got up, pulling out the short blade Genji gave him.

"You will pay for this..." Hanzo roared, his voice deep and guttural. The elders all fled out of the dojo but they couldn't get far enough. Hanzo huffed a breath, smoke curling out of his mouth and nostrils. He watched as his vision turn red and the next thing he knew, he was drenched in blood... and they were all dead.

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Screaming.

Red.

More red as crimson stained his clothes. Drenched in it from head to toe.

Bodies started dropping like flies.

Can't see. Can't breathe. Blue engulfed him and he felt his body move.

He was running. He didn't look back as he kept running.

"GENJI!"

Hanzo sat up in his bed, looking around frantically. He groaned, burying his face in his hands. It was the same nightmare over and over again. Three years. It's been three years since he set foot in the castle. Three years since he buried his brother. Three years since the fall of the Shimada clan and three years since he ever needed to carry such a burden as kumicho.