Curse

Chapter Eight

Genji's PoV

     The smell of Jesse beneath me soothed me as I laid on him waiting for Hanzo to be done with breakfast. It's been a year already since Raigan died. We buried her next to a old oak tree in the middle of a open field of flowers, it's a beautiful place just like her.
     "I can't believe you guys went back to black watch for half a year," Coleman practically materialized in front of the couch we laid on with wide eyes as he shook his head.
     "We just needed time to think about what we wanted to do," I responded nuzzling into Jesse's chest.
     "So you went to kill people? That's what you call thinking?" Coleman asked like always.
     I got up off Jesse and went to the kitchen Coleman following, "really it is like a second nature to me."
     "Oh yeah," Coleman said as we sat down at the table, "I visited my kind and the experiments are getting help finally."
      "That's great. I know I joined right after they realized they couldn't make you weapons, but I really need you to know that without that you wouldn't have this amazing power," I tried to convince Coleman he was fine which seemed to work.
     Hanzo entered with pancakes and chocolate milk for me and orange juice for everyone else. Jesse appeared and sat down next to me as we dug into the food prepared by the best chef in the house.
    "This is divine Hanzo, ya out did yourself," Jesse spoke with a look that said it was he worst he's done yet.
     I can't stop thinking about what would've happened if I had died instead of Raigan. Would anyone mind that? Jesse would've but that's it no one cares for my sorry ass. I really don't matter, I'm only here because I'm a weapon. I set down my fork and stared at my plate.
"I'm not hungry," I deadpanned before leaving the table and speed waking to Jesse and mines room.
I picked Raigan (my turtle) out of her tank and sat down on the bed, "Raigan I really hope your a good listener," I told the turtle feeding her a piece of lettuce.
Raigan stared at me before softly chomping down on the lettuce uninterested.
"If I died would anyone care? I mean you just love me for food but I really don't know if anyone else loves me," I swear Raigan nodded her head, "Jesse probably just feels sorry for me and loves me to pity me... y'know Raigan, I feel you are cared about more than me and that says a lot, you're a turtle after all."
"You alright Genji?" Hanzo called.
     "Just a stomach bug, and Coleman I don't need you wasting your energy on me!" I lied, I couldn't muster up the courage to let the honesty flow.
     I heard footsteps and I froze, please no, don't come here, no- no -no, I felt a tear drip down my face, I couldn't deal with this right now... I just need to be alone.
     "Genji? Darlin' ya ok?" I was now facing Jesse who grabbed me and pulled me into his arms.
     "You just pity me! You only care about me because you feel sorry I'm a freak!" My sobs where muffled by me biting down on Jesses loose flannel.
    "Genji- no," Jesse's hands rubbed circles on my back, "I love ya because yer ya... Genji I'd die without ya, listen to me Genji," Jesse put his hands on my cheeks making me stop biting his shirt and pulled my head up to to face, our lips a few inches apart, "if I said that ya mean the world to me, ya do. Now don't go lyin' to yourself that I don't love ya."
     Compared to me, Jesse's life was so much better. He hasn't been murdered, he isn't a cyborg who's meant to kill, he's normal. I'm not norma.
      Jesse McCree.
     Gang Member.
     American Citizen.
     Cowboy.
     Superior.
     Human.
     My love.