Ride'em Cowboys. (McHanzo LEMONS)

It was just Genji.

Time flew by, it had been 3 months since Hanzo's first time in Milkduds, ever since, Hanzo has made and practiced a weekly routine, he would go to work, Milkduds, then home, rinse and repeat. Often times as Hanzo, exercised this routine he would think about his passion...

Race car driving.

Hanzo studied race car driving his entire life. He would often find himself failing more often than succeeding. Through trainer after trainer, none would accept him and be denied to be their student. After awhile, any door that was open for Hanzo closed and him and his penis was left in the dark for a long time. Even if the doors were closed, the light would still leak through the cracks of doors giving Hanzo a sense of hope and determination, that maybe one day one of the doors would open up just for him once again. So, Hanzo decided for himself that if he ever wanted one of the doors to open up again, he has to get serious about his dream, and make it become a reality. He knew that such a lofty dream would not go without great sacrifice. He would have to sacrifice his job, his friends, and most importantly... 

Jesse McCree.

  It had yet again been another stressful day at work for Hanzo, but as always the day was over and Hanzo quickly dashed to his car, as he arrived to his vehicle he noticed a small piece of paper wedged in between the windshield wipers. Hanzo groaned and banged his head against the roof of his car as his lousy day got even worse. Hanzo got a ticket, or so he thought. Hanzo angrily snatched up and scanned the small piece of paper, only to have surprise and relief wash over his tired being. It wasn't a ticket he was holding, it was a flyer for a race car event that was happening 3 months in advance in a nearby city. And just like that, a door opened for Hanzo, him and his penis grew in anticipation, he was no longer smothered in inky black. Maybe it was wishful thinking on Hanzo's part, but he truly believed this was a sign that he should try once again. Hanzo internally screamed like a school girl as he frolicked into his car. He quickly took this opportunity as soon as it appeared. He decided that tomorrow would be the day he would sign up for the event and find a trainer.  

The next day...

Hanzo woke up to his usual 7 A.M alarm, the only thing different from his usual early morning wake ups was that he was completely ecstatic. Hanzo was going to make up for his past failures, and make his dreams a reality. He was going to apply for a trainer, and sign up for the event. Hanzo jumped out of bed with great swiftness and eagerly got himself ready for the day. Hanzo wanted to look his absolute best, so he chose his desired attire which consisted of hot pink booty short overalls, a neon brown tutu, Spongebob Crocs, a lightning McQueen foam finger, and a slightly scuffed up blue squid hat. Hanzo was finally ready, he had already done the basics, he brushed his teeth, ate a balanced breakfast of raisin bran, and mentally prepared himself. He wasn't going to give up, he was determined and sure of himself he would find a trainer. Hanzo eagerly made his way to the Race Central. 

Race Central was the place to go for many aspiring race car drivers. It was the place for the hottest new cars, trainers, racers, and the finest upgrades for your lightning McQree car. Race Central has a reputation of springing forth the best race car drivers, the stars of the road. lightning McQueen. Hanzo quickly exited his car and made his way towards a sign up booth for a so desired trainer. As he stood there his eyes wandered about the place as he was patiently waited in line for his turn. Suddenly, his eyes landed upon a familiar robotic form. It couldn't be, NO, IT CAN'T BE...

It was just Genji. His own brother.

Hanzo was freaking out on the inside. He suddenly recollected every singe little life choice he made whether it was good or bad. There is no way, he could let Genji, see that he was there following the same dream his younger brother shared. This was the absolute worst for Hanzo, it made him feel foolish for even attempting to follow his dreams again, everything felt, obsolete and aloof.  As Hanzo turned to leave he could hear that familiar robotic Japanesian voice call out to him "Hanzo?" As soon as he heard Genji call his name, he booked it. Hanzo ran top speed to his car. As Hanzo arrived to his car he fumbled with his keys as he tried to unlock his door, but all of Hanzo's pursuits turned out to be fruitless as Genji caught up with Hanzo, stopping him from leaving. Genji spoke in a soft, and calm voice.

"Hanzo, what are you doing here? Why are you running?"

 Hanzo roughly pushed Genji away and snapped back at him 

"Get away from me, I should of never came here..."

Hanzo finally found the right key in the mess of all his my little pony key chains but, before he could unlock his car Genji, grabbed his forearm.

"Wait, brother, please tell me why you are leaving." 

Hanzo looked down to the ground as he finally went to think about his reactions. Hanzo was holding back tears, completely choked up he was slightly trembling. He was at a loss for words. He just couldn't tell Genji right then and there, that would be weak.

"I know now this is not the right place for me, I must take my leave..."

Genji slowly released his grip on Hanzo's forearm. There was a cold and awkward silence for what seemed an eternity, but in reality it was only few seconds. Genji finally decided to calmly speak. 

"I know why you are here, Hanzo."

Hanzo huffed and glared at Genji. Hanzo felt quite offended by Genji assumptions.

"You don't know anything, Genji." 

"I know more than you think, Hanzo." Genji responded.

Hanzo rolled his eyes childishly towards Genji. Genji obviously doesn't know what Hanzo was  doing, he was making wild assumptions. 'How unbelievable. like, I was totally not standing in line that was my twin brother.'  These are the thoughts permeating Hanzo's head. Genji continued to speak 

"I know you are here to sign up for the race car event, Hanzo. Ever since we were little, we dreamed of racing in cars, we played countless games of Mario Kart and Bus Simulator." 

Genji stepped closer to Hanzo, looking deep into his tired and slightly swollen eyes as he continues to speak.

"I forgave you in the past, but now it is upon you to forgive yourself and move on from the past. If this is your dream, then so be it. Why must you falter for your dream? You cannot change what is meant to be."

Genji turns away slowly as he walks back towards the Race Center, he glances back at Hanzo, one last time before he finally disappears into the building. Hanzo stood there stewing in his own thoughts, Genji was absolutely right. This was his passion, his hope and future, he wasn't going to fall under intimidation. That would truly make him weak. Finally, Hanzo stirred up the courage and turned back around to once and for all sign up for the event and find a trainer willing to train him.

The next day.

After a long day at work Hanzo, realized he hasn't been to the grocery store in a while, and decides to go and pick up a couple things he would need to get by for the next week or so. He quickly pulls up to the nearest Krogers and pulls in a parking spot. He walks into the Krogers, as the soccer mom Hanzo was, he made a small grocery list which consisted of, Butt ointment for his weird infected rash, Male Adult Diapers for fun time friday, Pepto Bismol for his tummy aches, 72 rubber duckies for his massive bowls of cereal, Grape seeds so he could grow hot dogs out of the ground, Chocolate Flavored Lucky Charms for his skin, Spongebob Trix yogurt for lubricant, Shaving cream for a midnight snack ;), and last but definitely not least some milk, Hanzo sure does love his cereal.  Hanzo took his time getting all of the things he needed, now Hanzo was on the last item on his list. Milk, Hanzo needs to get some milk. He heads towards the dairy section of the Krogers, only to find that there was absolutely no milk, all of it gone. Not even the gross 1% milk was left. It was a complete wasteland, no milky goodness left for poor Hanzo. Defeated. he sadly turns to leave, but halts as he spots a familiar figure, it was none other than...

Jesse McCree.

He quickly realized that he had completely skipped out on their weekly plans for Milkduds. He couldn't believe he forgot, he was completely embarrassed. Hanzo's first reaction was to hide, he couldn't face the sexy cowboy outside of their usual place that would be way too awkward. So he hid behind a cardboard cut out of a moo-cow. He quickly peeked outside of his hiding spot to see if McCree had left. But he was horrified to find out that McCree, took all of the milk and put it in his cart. Hanzo needed to have his milk, he couldn't start the morning without it. How was Hanzo going to rejuvenate his beautiful complexion without his milk and chocolate flavored lucky charms? It was a completely unbearable thought for him, he could never go out in public again without the wash.

at that moment he knew one thing, and one thing only... 

He needed to talk to McCree, and get himself some milk!