Genji's lessons to "Happiness"

Power of Noodles

AN: Both brothers are going to be young in most stories. Others they will be before Genji got killed or when they both joined overwatch.

Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.

The noise was going to drive him insane. He could already feel his sanity slipping.

Slurp.

"Genji. What has mother taught you when eating noodles? Manners!" It was the usual yelling for the small green ninja, but it was a screeching sound attack Hanzo's ears.

The mention of his mother seemed to stop his younger brother as he let out a childish whine. "The noodles are good though!" Is what he tried to say yet it came out like gibberish to the older male.

Crossing his arms he sighed. Sometimes the older of the two wishes how he was younger. His training and manners really did take over his life. "Tsk. Learn to eat properly and maybe you would be enjoying your noodles without any complaints."

Genji scratched his head, making his black hair more ruffled. "How does one eat properly? No matter how you eat it it will still go down my stomach!" He grinned widely, showing off his mouth filled with half chewed food.

A heavy sigh, "why do I bother." The older boy closed his eyes. No one could teach that snob of a ninja some manners. No one.

Slurp.

"Want some?" The muffled question was thrown at Hanzo.

"Hm?" Opening his eyes, he looked at the plate belonging to Genji and finding half a bowl of noodles left.

When the ninja's older brother looked at him, Genji smiled. "They are good for your health. Cures grouchiness and the fatal disease called 'Seriousness'. Plus it puts a smile on your face Nii-Chan!" He grinned at the not so amused face Hanzo is displaying.

"For one," he began to half-heartedly lecture Genji while he still had his bowl extended up in his face. "Seriousness does not equal a fatal death."

Lowering his half filled noodle plate, the messy ninja puffed his cheeks out. "Could have fooled me. It takes away happiness."

"No." Hanzo corrected him. "Just means a person is grown up." He looked at Genji and put on a tiny smirk. "Unlike a child I know."

Quickly putting down his bowl the fumed ninja flapped his arms. "Hey! I too am a grown up!"

"Really? I don't know, you don't seem like the type to me." Hanzo faked his surprise and suspicion in his voice, just to get a reaction from his younger brother.

A reaction he wanted, a reaction he got.

Slurp. Splash. Drip.

It came to him feeling wet from his head with a bowl blocking his vision. "Whoops there!" His brothers familiar feign surprise voice filled his ears as he removed the bowl from his head that contained Genji's noodles. "I guess you are the grown up and I am the child right Hanzo?"

"Y-You runt."

Genji continued, "if I'm right, grown ups are supposed to clean up after a child's mess." His grinned turned wicked and he placed the bowl back on Hanzo's head. "Gotta run!"

After the older male heard the faint footsteps disappear, he removed the bowl and broke it in his mind.

"GENJI!"

Noodles do have the power to make one smile.

After all, Hanzo was thinking of ways to strangle his younger brother.

Lesson: Always pour your half eaten bowl of noddles on top of your older brothers head.