The Young Shimada

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Hanzo's pov

I watch as Genji walks over to us while looking at my rather angry son. "Look mini me, I understand why you are angry but you need to calm down." his voice comes out calm but I could hear that he is worried.

Salem becomes tense and glares at him, "I am nothing like you uncle Genji!" he yells, anger practically radiating off of him.

"You have light shortish hair that matches the color of your singular dragon. You fought with a katana and you are an angry cyborg. You are very much like me." Genji is definitely amused.

"You mean that dragon is mine?" Salem's voice rang in my ears. He knows about his dragon, how am I going to explain- "I knew it! I knew that the dragons ran in the family!" what? "Dad show me yours!"

"How did you know?" I ask, looking at him incredibly confused.

"Your tattoo, uncle Genji's dragon, and a little voice in the back of my head." He replies.

I call forth my two majestic dragons, only to see them start to chase my son's smaller ferret like dragon around the room. Salem watches in amazement as his dragon speeds through the room, careful not to run into anything.

He goes to reach out to it but that only makes him remember that he is a cyborg. The anger that had left him just minutes ago starts to show once again.

"Stupid cyborg parts! Just reminding me that Im an idiot!" he growls punching the floor, cracking it.

Genji looks at him obviously trying to find a way to help him. "I was unaccepting about my cyborg parts when I first got them. Then I met Zenyatta and he helped me. By accepting the parts of me that are not flesh and bone, I found a better understanding for my own humanity." I watch as he hugs Salem, most likely hoping that his words are reaching him.

Salem seems to think it over as he stares at the floor, but then he looks at Genji with rather emotional eyes and mutters one simple sentence, "Uncle Genji please help me..."