Ooooooo, mama! I love me some dragons! Imma stick with the traditional Japanese ones, because those are canonical to the universe. ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ
(Please excuse the silly names the Shimada dragons were given. I don’t know any Japanese (RIP).)
“The air is shifting.”
Hanzo opened his eyes slowly, his meditation could wait.
“What do you mean, Sui Riu.” He spoke calmly as the beast met his eyes.
“The winds have changed. Listen.” It circled him slowly, moving as if constantly suspended in water.
“Yes, I hear it too.” The darker of the two dragons agreed. The man shifted in his seat, straining his ears to hear whatever change they were referring to.
“Hmm. What do you propose we do, Aoi?” Asked Sui Riu, beginning to unravel itself from Hanzo and around its companion.
Hanzo crosses his arms, still concentrating on the breeze, and lets then have their conversation separately. Something did seem slightly off, he just couldn’t put his finger on it, and after a minute longer of observation, he deduces that the change must be spiritual; something he was much less in-tune with than his dragons.
“Master,” Aoi began, “we think it best to go now.” Hanzo pauses, realizing that he had not been listening to them at all. Any decision they had made had completely flown over his head.
He pauses awkwardly, thinking of how to respond properly. “Yes. That is fine.” He stands, dusting off his knees a bit. “Lead the way.”
It was so nice to finally get some sun!
You stretch, before curling around yourself and resting your head on your tail. Overwatch truly was a blessing: taking someone like you in with a promise to keep you safe, happy and healthy.
You smile and lull your head side to side. “No more crowed forests for me!” Your eyes close, and you sigh, letting yourself relax for once.
That is until distant mumbling made it’s way to your ears.
There was a man, followed by……two other dragons!!? You’re eyes grow wide as you study them. Geez, they’re absolutely beautiful (and kinda tiny in comparison to you). You’re eyes wonder back to the man, who was speaking.
“I..I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that.”
“I apologize.” He bows politely. “My name is Shimada Hanzo.”
You nod your head in response. You pause, contemplating your next move. Deciding it’s best to level with this guy, you allow yourself to swiftly change back into a human.
You reach out a hand, introducing yourself, but he takes a moment to comprehend what had happened. His face pales a fraction and he refuses to meet your eyes; making you wonder if there was a problem with your appearance.
You glance down at your chest, making sure that you remembered to actually cloth yourself this time (and to your relief you had). His cough brings your attention back to him.
“Oh, uh.” You rub your hands together. “May I ask who you two are as well?” You start, praying that that didn’t come out too awkward.
“I am Aoi,” one begins, weaving itself out from behind Hanzo, “and this is Sui Riu.”
“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” You offer a smile, and watch as they approach, inspecting you.
“I was not aware you could see them.” Hanzo started, voice even. “Most cannot.”
“I assume by that you mean most humans.” You shove your hand into your pocket and use the other to gesture yourself. “As of right now I’m only physically human.”
He nods, feeling as though he might of offended you in some way.
“Well, you seem to be a very appealing human.” Sui Riu said, circling your form.
“And dragon as well.” Aoi added, joining Sui Riu.
“Oh, uh, thank you.” You blush.
“Perhaps you would like to join us later to converse?” The former asked. To which you eagerly agreed, letting them set a time and place to meet.
He didn’t really think of himself as the best welcoming committee. However, it just so happened that the newbie asked to be greeted by him specifically. Nothing about your name rang any bells, and he couldn’t possibly think of many people who would want to be guided by him.
The first thing he heard when the ship had opened it’s doors was a loud gasp. His eyes followed the sound to a slowly approaching figure, eyes wide and mouth covered.
“It-it’s true!” You exclaim, glancing at him, then to his side, then back to him. “The man who is guided by dragon!”
You reach to his side, and he sees a green head meet your hand.
“So you can see Tatsu as well?” He watches you gently stroke it, placing his hand on it’s back to pet it as well.
“Yeah, I never thought I’d really get to see another one!” You grin at him, then pull your eyes back to Tatsu (who was loving all the attention).
“Ah, so you have seen another.”
“Well, I guess you could say that.” Letting out an awkward chuckle, you raise your hand off of it and cross your arms. “You didn’t get the memo, huh?”
“I suppose not.” His dragon begins to slowly drift back to him, not wanting the petting to stop. Genji makes a motion like he’s beginning to speak, but you swiftly cut him off.
“Umm, so, Tatsu. Can you speak too?” You unfold your arms and wave them frantically, “No! Wait! That was super rude! I’m sorry!”
“No, it is fine.” Genji chuckles gently. He runs his hand down it’s back. “They are mute.” He motions at you. “The other one could speak?”
“Uh, well, yes.” You clear your throat. “You see….. I’m…… the other one.” You shift your weight, gazing at your feet.
“I see!” Genji inspects you, with what could only be described as subdued glee. “May I ask how?”
“Well, yeah.” You pause and steady your nerves. “I can sorta turn in to one. Sometimes. I’m not very good at it yet.”
He clasps his hands together, not hiding his excitement well. “Can I see?”
You nod, tell him to stand back, and shut your eyes tightly. The tingling in your arms growing strong before your muscles begin to shift. Letting your eyes open, you see that your arms were the only things you could will to change, and you scrunch your face in frustration.
“Incredible!” Genji cheers from intront of you. He steps closer and hovers his hands over your arms. “May I?”
“Uhh, sure.” He gently takes them, turning and poking them to ease his curiosity. The other dragon watches over the both of you, contently; then decides that the two of you needed to be circled.
“Haha! Looks like Tatsu likes you!” He boasts, removing his hands from you, and onto the serpent-like creature.
You chuckle and look down at your arms. “I gotta say, meeting you two has made me feel so much better.” You look up into his visor. “I should probably change them back now.”
He hums in agreement, picks up Tatsu by its midsection, and allows you some space.
You focus your energy into your arms, letting the shifting sensation sweep over you. Once it settled you peer down and notice a problem with your hands. Claws.
“Wait. I, hmmm, give me a second.”
“Yo, Genji! I was wonderin’ if…..” A voice echoed in from behind him. It sounded familiar, for some reason.
Oh, god. That was that famous D.J. wasn’t it?
He coughs, awkwardly. “I was wonderin’ if I could borrow you for a sec?”
“Yes, I will be with you soon.” He bows to you in apology. “I will be back as quickly as I can.”
He jogs off, leaving you, claws and all, equally relieved and embarrassed.
He was never a fan of going down to the prisoner holding; or as Sombra liked to call it, “the Dungeon.” But, alas, there was a certain someone with needed information, who also happened to be a prisoner.
When all was said and done, it was easy to make them talk, and he was out of their room at in no time at all. An outcome that pleased him slightly.
His feet echo heavily as he makes his way down the long hallway out, letting him relish in the quiet.
“Hello?” He stops. Was someone talking to him? “Hey, uh, any chance I could get some water?”
“Not my job. Wait till diner.”
“C'mon, please? It’s been hours.”
“Again, not my job.” He begins to move again, but is stopped by the sound of intense scraping. He thought all prisoners were suppose to be stripped of all of their belongings; how did this one manage to sneak in something sharp? “You have a knife? They’re gonna have a field day with you when they find out, grunt.”
“I-I don’t have a knife!”
“Sure sounds like you do.” He states, voice taunting. The scraping continues, urgently, than becomes more muffled, and he decides if he should see for himself if they had something they shouldn’t, or to just leave.
Curiosity gets the best of him as he unlocks the door leading to your cell. The room is dim, as most are, but overwhelmingly dry. The shadows shift against the wall, and he knows better than to think that it was just his imagination.
“Come out.” He nearly demands, watching you nervously scuttle forth, almost twice his size. “What the hell?”
“Hey! It gets hard to control when I’m really hungry or thirsty….” You trail off, feeling small compared to the intimidating man before you.
He crosses his arms and stares at you a moment longer. “I’m guessing by that you mean, changing?”
“Mmhmm. But, I thought you guy knew that already.” You turn your head away from him bitterly. “I would’ve thought you knew everything about me by now.”
“Well, apparently, Talon isn’t to found of the idea of spreading the fact that they have a dragon in their dungeon.”
Your eyes sweep back to him. “You mean you didn’t know? You look kinda important.”
“Honestly, won’t have cared enough to remember if I was told.”
“That’s a bit rude.”
“I’m a member of a terrorist organization. We don’t tend to considerate.”
“Touché.” You curl yourself on to your bed and sigh. “If you’re not gonna get me some water, you can leave. I’m sure you have other, more important things to do.”
“I do. But they aren’t nearly as interesting.” He leans against the wall. “I’m curious, how exactly were they able to catch a dragon.”
“Why would you care?” You put dryly, no longer facing him.
You shift in your bed, trying to find the right words. “They didn’t FIND a dragon.” You exhale loudly through your nose in discontent. “They made one.”
You both sit in silence as he takes in your words. He pushes himself off the wall and leaves, not saying a another word.
“Wow, even your wallet is edgy.” Sombra snorts, eyeballing the black leather wallet, with a metal skull emblem and chain.
“I told you to stop calling me that.” He growls and she raises her hands in mock defense.
“Why are you buying that many water bottles anyway?”
“That’s none of your business, Sombra.” He pulls the last of the five he bought into his arms, and turns to leave.
“Aww, I was hoping to watch you chug those all at once!”