Hanzo X Reader My dragon spirit (Part 1)

Request for ( @UnicornQueen369 ) PART 1/2

A/N: Hey guys! So sorry for the inactivity and sorry for the late request but the holidays were long for me so yeah XD
WARNING: These next two chapters won't affect the plot of my original story!

Work.
Jobs.
Money.
Oh how you wished none of them had names of existence in this poor world. How much you despised the thought of having rude customers during your laid off shifts in the morning, and being scolded by your manager.
But nonetheless you needed the money for your family, your mom worked two jobs that payed her a small amount every hour. And your father was sick, laying in bed wondering when he could finally be happy again and be a father again.
No siblings too help you.
No more family too support you.
Only you, your mom, and your dad.
And oh did I mention your boyfriend? Il explain later....
Wondering what you worked at?
Well, the only place that was mildly appropriate and gave a good price by hour was.
A waiter in a restaurant.
Yes in Japan, you worked in a restaurant. Probably the most unique decision for you too make, but you were desperate for the money. Some days were fairly well, but others crossed the line of rude customers wanted to irritated you.

And the fact was that the other workers and the manager didn't give a crap about anything. So you. Your little poor innocent self had too be working your butt off few days a week.

But today.
Today broke the chain, crossed the line and passed your boundaries.

You hummed a little tune as you walk in the sidewalk in a nice rhythm. Average day in Japan, and you soothed yourself with the breezing wind, that permitted the cherry blossom leaves too fall gracefully too the ground. People greeted you with small waves and smiles, others would say a nice, "Ohayo-gozaimasu" and that would lift your moods no one will ever know why.
But today, was not going your way.
As you entered the restaurant you worked at, which by the way was one of the most popular ramen restaurants. Your manager apparently had too be there, and scolded you too change your clothes quickly. Deciding too not argue, you nodded with a frown on your face and ran towards the girls bathroom.
"He could have just asked..." You thought too yourself, shrugging it off you put your waiter outfit. Only bad thing about this outfit.
It was very revealing.
It was red and black, so you had a bow tie chocked tied around your neck, and every time would have to adjust it because it was so uncomfortable. Your hair was either  braided or in a pony tail. (Unless you have short hair like me just ignore :3) And the tight red buttoned on the side shirt, completely showed your cleavage. And your skirt was mildly tight and hardly arrived too your knees.
Honestly you thought the outfit was made for perverts who had no life.
Taking an exasperated sigh, you positioned your posture forced out a smile and took your purse strapped around your shoulder and walked out of the girls bathroom.
Reaching the counter, you left down your purse onto the black chair that sat alone in the corner behind the counter.
Your manager, arrived out of no where and opened his mouth too speak.
"Alright, Y/N, today we have a few reservations so be ready too welcome them politely and the kindest way possible.
"Yes of course...." You said, possibly rolling your eyes in annoyance. This would be the same lecture every time your manager would be at the restaurant. He handed you everything you needed for the morning. And headed off too the kitchen puffing his chest out as if he were the boss, and you pouted as you let your cheeks keep some air in.
You waited beside the counter for a while, always having your legs tightly together, your hands politely placed on your stomach holding the menus.
The long wait took a pause when a lovely couple entered the restaurant. Your annoyed eyes turned a slight but bright, and your straight face too a small fake smile. The woman had long straightened hair, big over dramatic earrings, cake faced makeup and a tight dress were she additionally left openings for exposure purposely. Beside her a charming man with a sharp jawline, messy but adorable brown hair, in a suit that he had too adjust ever so often and a bored expression written on his face.
They walked too the cashier, stated for a reservation and waited patiently to be sent over to their table. You took a long breath and walked over the couple and grinned.
"May I take you too your seats?" Asking in the sweetest tone you could muster, the woman blinked her eyes multiple times, rolled them too the side clearly irritated by you already. Although, the man seemed too like your attitude quite a bit and he gave a smile and replied for them both.
"Yes please!"
His "date" didn't look very pleased, but you didn't want to see her expression so you turned forward and led them too their table.
(Time skip)
It's been a few hours and you were starting to get tired, not even bothering too look at the mirror too see how you looked anymore. Back and forth, taking your notebook and pen for the orders, and the plates balanced on the palms on your hands carried over too the ones waiting. Until you were ordered too be sent too a table you have not yet seemed to be sent too. And when you got there, all you saw were men.
A large table of men just sat with the weirdest faces you've ever seen. Until one finally noticed you, some started too drool, and some eyes were going up and down your body. You started too feel uncomfortable as one whistles in admiration.
"Wow! We got ourselves some jackpot over here boys?!" He howled, as a irritated vein popped on your forehead.
"Ahem... What will your orders be this evening?" You decided too ignore their comments and gave a fake smile too hide your unpleasant feeling.
"My order will be for you too come with me home..." One hummed, and his eyes were perfectly directed too your bottom half of your body.
You felt almost as if you were going to explode into bits.
Some finally cooperated and ordered their food because they were probably hungry but then as you walked away too the kitchen with your notebook.
SLAP
You felt a hand on your bottom.
One of the men had slapped your butt.
Your faced turned red and you couldn't take it anymore.
"WHAT THE HELL! PERVERTS! IM NOT A TOY!" You screamed, and all attention was eyes on you.
"LEAVE THIS PLAC-" you started but you heard a loud shout.
"Y/N! COME HERE THIS INSTANT!" Your manager shouted in pure fury.
Looking around the restaurant you realized attention was eyed onto you completely.
Looking down you walked to your manager and saw him face red and eyes blazing he spoke.
"What was that?!" He screamed on your face, spit on the side of your cheeks. "What was that?!" You repeated. "Didn't you see what he di-" you retorted. The manager slapped a his hand across your face too shut you up and said.
"Y/N, never talk back to me like that  to me again! We are loosing customers because of you!"
Your eyes brimmed in salty tears as you held you cheek in pain. "BECAUSE OF ME!?" You questioned in fury, your heart raced because you had a horrible gut feeling that something wrong would happen.
"Scratch that. You better never talk to me ever again! Because your FIRED!" He screamed pointing over the exit door.
Your jaw flew open, as tears poured down your eyes. Your face was red, you were sweating on the side of your cheeks and your eyes widened in unbelief.
"Y-you c-can't do that..." You managed to choke out.
"Oh yes I do. KNOW GET OUT!" He said one last time and directed you over the exit door.
One of your co-workers tried too calm down the manager but hadn't worked. You stood in place, in pure shock, as horrible things passed through your head as the possibility of loosing money for your family and the consequences for finding a new job. You slapped a hand across your mouth, and tears still poured down your eyes as you sprinted out of the exit door into  the dark night outside.
TO BE CONTINUED