presence | blackwatch!genji x reader

- prologue

—11.6.51 —

Night fell upon the Shimada temple.

You were asleep in one of the finest rooms, wearing a simple white nightgown. The windows were open, welcoming the summer air and the gentle moonlight that puddled at the wooden floor. The room was of minimalistic Japanese style, white and a light brown creating a sense of comfort.

Yet something was wrong about tonight. Perhaps it was the way the birds had been silent for too long, perhaps the breeze that flowed inside too often. It sent shivers down your spine, oh, how unsettling it was. Not that you could really do anything about it — you were the type to accept your situation, and adapt to it accordingly.

And without your knowledge, scarred hands lifted you from the solace of your bedsheets, crimson eyes gently glowing in the near darkness. The figure seemed to be in no rush as they climbed out the window with your still form in their arms bridal-style, soundlessly smuggling you to the awaiting dropship that lay a fair distance away from the criminal building. The breeze that had intensified as you were taken suddenly disappeared as the figure entered, setting you down rather gently for that admirable strength.

A quiet, yet clear British tone broke the silence. "This is her?"

"Yes. Y/N L/N." The second voice had a somewhat metallic tinge to it, laced with a foreign accent you couldn't quite place your finger on. It sounded familiar. And nearby.

"Charming. What did Angie want with her again? For her to be a lab rat or something?"

"To be an.. apprentice, I believe. And it's Doctor Ziegler, not Angie," the second voice responded. He was stern in his approach to the Brit, and she seemed to subconsciously back down. Her silence was the only answer as the soft whirring of engines could be heard.

— 21.6.51 —

The sound of angry voices awoke you from your sleep. Jesse McCree and Jack Morrison, arguing once again. How typical. Besides, this time, it was about you. Something about starting training that morning with Angela Ziegler. It didn't bother you — word of potential training with the renowned healer excited you, in fact. The blonde had occasionally checked in on you during your time in the room, sneaking by small glasses of tea and coffee among other appealing things.

You'd been told that you were recovering from being injured by an assassin, which you seemed to have a few memories of. Anxiety would occasionally spike up in your brain whenever they mentioned this — was there brainwashing involved? What were you really doing that night? — but they claimed it was real. It did bother you that someone would hunt a simple Shimada maid who wanted nothing but to serve others. It didn't bother you that they were going to change that lifestyle. Huh.

Finally, Jack burst into your room and grabbed you by the arm rather aggressively, telling you it was time to go.

— 2.4.52 —

Your hands grasped a staff nearly identical to that of Mercy's as allies were shot down in the fields. A black-and-red blaster hung on your hip as you flew to a fallen soldier, reciting the trigger phrase "Eiyū wa shinu koto wa arimasen!" as you raised your hand to the sky, resurrecting him. A simple "thanks" came from the man as he returned to the bloodbath.

Angela was hovering above the fight, her wings ablaze in what could only be Valkyrie. Zarya, Reinhardt, Genji, and McCree were visible on the snow-ridden field as well. Surely, Zarya felt alarmingly comfortable fighting in her home turf, Russia, against the omnics that she despised. Everyone else was rather irritated due to the fact they weren't so resistant to the cold, but they dealt with it nonetheless.

As a scrappy group of omnics started rushing towards your position, you attempted to fly out of their path via Guardian Angel. Yet for some mysterious reason, it.. didn't work. You simply tripped in the snow, landing face-first as the omnics gained ground on you.

Attempting to right yourself by propping up an arm, you now caught sight of the why. A woman knelt in front of you, seemingly of Mexican descent. Her outfit was a scheme of purples, silvers, and blues, and was rather technologically advanced. "Aw, pobrecito," she teased in that pretty Hispanic accent of hers as your hand instinctively moved down to your hip, where your blaster lay. She promptly grabbed the weapon and threw it off to the side. "El pajarito parece haberse olvidado de volar." The woman was taking her sweet time as she raised her SMG to your head, finger just about to pull the trigger when three shurikens lodged themselves in the weapon, sparks flying.

Genji had come to rescue you — he lept over your bewildered figure, pinning the hacker to the ground. She promptly disappeared in a flurry of pixels as he brought a small blade to her neck. "Shame," he murmured in his metallic voice, "I was looking forward to cornering that slippery Sombra." Sombra. Hm. Where had you heard that name before?

Eh, no matter. The hack wore off, and you promptly returned to the fight as Genji took care of the omnics.

— 26.4.52 —

Sleep.

That's all you wanted now.

But, you couldn't get it, stuck staring at the ceiling for an all-too-long time.

Then, the door opened. Angela. "Hey. Y/N. Jack wants to talk to you." Her subtle German accent calmed you, and you slid out of your sheets in sweatpants and a t-shirt, tiredly stumbling toward the Commander's office.

—

"Agent L/N," he began, blue eyes subconsciously seducing you. Not that you'd act on it. The young commander was rather attractive — his face clean from scars of war, his figure that suggested great strength. "You've shown exceptional skill in the past battles, and.. Overwatch has made the decision to move you to our covert ops organization, Blackwatch."

—

end of prologue.