Scars - A McHanzo Fic

Part 2

The crash of the front door, like sudden thunder, split the room.

Hanzo gasped and staggered, nearly tripping over his clothes. Jesse whipped round, hand shooting to his hip. The holster still lay on the bed.

"Hanzo."

The metallic voice barely concealed fury. Jesse began edging toward the gun, one arm thrown out to shield Hanzo as Genji, fully armored, stepped into the doorway.

"You disgust me." Already Hanzo could see the ghost of a green dragon swirling up around his brother's figure. "Is this not what we discussed?"

"Don't hurt him." Jesse's hand was on the gun, and though his voice was steady, Hanzo could see him shaking. "Don't come any closer."

The dragon flashed, a jet of green fire shooting around Genji's sword arm, before flickering back into submission. "You think your weapon can harm me?" He took another step. Jesse raised the gun, cupping it in both hands.

"I said, keep your distance!"

Hanzo placed a hand on Jesse's arm and lowered the gun. Jesse shot him a wide-eyed glance, but Hanzo ignored him. He took a single step towards his brother.

"You are not welcome here, Genji."

The mask showed no expression, but Genji turned to face towards Jesse.

"How did you do it?" Genji asked.

Jesse went scarlet in the face. "I swear we ain't done nothin yet--"

"You know that's not what I meant." His voice was sour with contempt. "Bribery? Poison? Mind conditioning?"

Hanzo's eyes widened. Jesse stammered dumbly before finally managing, "What?"

"Don't play the fool." The dragon pulsed with a green light that illuminated the room in small bursts. It was close to breaking free.

"No," Hanzo said. "None of that. That's not what this is."

For the first time, Genji seemed to really look at him. "Fool," he whispered. "Don't you realize? He is only after one thing."

The shock was wearing off, and anger began to build once more. Under his breath Hanzo growled, "And what might that be?"

"Hanzo, don't listen to him," Jesse interrupted. He still had both hands on his gun.

"Let me speak with my brother!" Hanzo startled even himself with the force of his words. Jesse fell silent.

"He is a spy," Genji said. "I told you how Overwatch is reforming. He--"

"Hold it," Jesse said. "Overwatch is dead. It's too dangerous to band up again, or we'd have done it years ago."

Genji gave a dry laugh. "I suppose they simply forgot about you, then?"

Jesse fell silent. Genji looked back at him, and for a moment seemed to lose his momentum.

"They forgot about you." Genji recoiled, as if from a snake. "So who are you working for?"

Jesse dropped his gaze to the floor. "Parker & Sons Bakery, I reckon."

Genji stared. Jesse shrugged, head down, and placed the gun back on the bed before reaching for his shirt.

Finally Genji said, "Consider yourself lucky. I will let you off this time." Jesse looked up, but before he could speak, Genji went on. "You are on thin ice, Jesse McCree. And if you show signs of affiliation - with any group - I will hunt you down."

He turned and left, without another word. A moment later, the front door closed.

Hanzo sat down on the edge of the bed. Thoughts slammed around his brain in a whirlwind as he tried to comprehend what had just happened.