Lend Me a Hand (Genyatta)

Rated: T for violence
Words: 1636 (Oneshot)

Although it wasn’t requested, I couldn’t resist writing it, even if it was just an idea!

Meditation was a forty five minute affair, for Genji and Zenyatta, which they had to themselves for peaceful thinking, daily. The two had a room on the base for this practice, as Zenyatta had kindly asked Winston for when he had agreed to help out with his gifts within the new Overwatch. The group had cleared the two out an old small social room, and Zenyatta had decorated it with plants and a small bubbling fountain in one corner. Often, various insects and birds would fly into the room if they left the window open, and a few members of the team had walked in numerous times to Zenyatta obliviously meditating, butterflies stuck to his face or birds perched along his arms and shoulders. The sensors on his surface were shut off and power redirected during meditation, and he often flickered back to life to Genji trying to round up and collect animals and insects.

This day was no different. Genji and Zenyatta were out in the grounds training. Genji vaulting the cliffs above Zenyatta with his brother in a quest of strength, the two eager to compete with one another once again. Hanzo still refused to pick up a  blade, and so the two endurance trained, scrambling up rock faces and fighting hand to hand with bots also firing as a distraction. Genji’s pistons hissed and released gas as he struggled to block a palm directed at his chin. The palm connected with a gruff growl from Hanzo, who immediately took control of his advantaged, and pressed forwards, knocking the cyborg back with another power packed palm smashing into the fibrous wires between his arm and chest plate. Genji was sent flying backwards a few steps and Hanzo leapt into the air in kick, his bare foot aimed at Genji’s gut. The ninja reacted quickly and stumbled back another few steps before regaining his footing and refocusing his core, spreading his feet and arms for balance. Hanzo huffed a chuckle and held his fist close to his side, his other arm outstretched, two fingers beckoning Genji forwards.

“You have grown too reliant on your speed, brother. What if you were to be caught without weapons, surely, it seems, you would be bested easily?” Hanzo grinned, his teeth glinting in challenge as sweat dripped down his temples and chest, unburdened by his kyudo-gi which he had shed and the yugake gloves which were placed on top. Genji was glad that as a cyborg, he no longer had to worry about the smell from sweating, or sweating at all.

“Rather, it seems, brother, that you have been busy. Was normal life too mediocre for you? I’m guessing you spent plenty of time picking fights. Its hard to let it go completely, Hanzo.” Genji’s eyebrows quirked cheekily, and he too, gritted his teeth before dashing forwards and landing a punch on Hanzo’s chest. The elder Shimada grunted but quickly used Genji’s momentum to push the second punch past his side.

Zenyatta had long since finished the motions of his own practice, and sat peacefully, watching the two lethal heirs have at one another. Genji was far weaker in hand to hand, and had always lagged behind Hanzo in their specific training for it when they were younger, and still it seemed, that his stamina was lacking in comparison. A ninja usually had little need for hand to hand, and that was reflected in Genji’s typical fighting technique, run rings around them, weaken them, and then strike and get the finishing blow, or go straight for the throat and the quick and easy kill. Hanzo was far more used to patience and endurance, waiting for his kill, before aiming and releasing the arrow for the long awaited end. Zenyatta’s orbs whirled around his neck as he thought, and he began comparing the two, sensors and memory units committing details of their fighting to memory in case he should need it one day.

The monk was joined on the grass by the, as he insisted, ‘cowboy’, Jesse McCree. He tipped his hat in greeting and flopped down on the grass next to Zenyatta, gloved hands picking around the strands for a satisfactory piece which he then inserted between his lips and ground the stalk between his back teeth, the top covered with seeds.

“Greetings McCree. Have you come to watch them spar?” Zenyatta tipped his head curiously, an orb raised a little above the rest to reflect this. Jesse shrugged at his questioning and turned his eyes towards the two brothers who were now huffing with effort.

“I came to watch the fireworks, sure. Been a while since I’ve seen something juicy like this. The only ones that used to be worth watching were Morrison and Reyes-” McCree caught sight of the bare sweaty chest of the eldest Shimada brother, and whistled, “Well if that ain’t a pretty sight, then I don’t know what is.”

Zenyatta glanced over the elder brother and shrugged, his orbs moving up and down with his shoulders, “ I do not see the appeal I’m afraid my friend. Perhaps you have an attraction to tattoos? Or perhaps it is facial hair?” and turned his head back to McCree innocently, folding his hands in his lap over the top of his yellow robes.

McCree shrugged and moved the piece of grass to his other cheek, biting down on the stalk, “Look at dem-”

“I assume you were talking about us as we were fighting?” Hanzo’s scowling face pinned a glare on McCree and wiped his neck on the towel he had strung over his shoulder. Genji’s face was amused and he chuckled before offering a cybernetic hand for Zenyatta.

“As much as I would love to see the domestic that is about to occur, brother, me and my master have meditation to attend to.” Genji elbowed Hanzo in the side and tugged Zenyatta up off the ground. “Shall we, master?” Zenyatta’s senors scanned over Genji and a sadness registered as he realised as Genji had replaced his face plate and visor back in their place.

“Of course my student. Let us go and rid you of these frustrations.” Zenyatta was not unaware of the strange way Genji had been acting. Perhaps meditating would help Genji think upon his problems. McCree waggled his eyebrows as they left.

The two settled into the room relatively easy, and Zenyatta first spent time tending to his plants, carefully pruning the bonsai trees he had cultivated from seeds. One mistake would mean hours upon hours of labours would be wasted. Genji watered the easier house plants before rotating a few succulents and seating himself on one of the cushions, his pistons releasing streams of hot air as he relaxed. Zenyatta soon followed him, putting aside his watering can and slowly sitting, crossing his legs over one another. With a hum he began focusing his systems and lowering the power to his peripherals, the hum that was whirring in his chest slowing. Genji shifted in his seat and plating thumped softly as he rested his arms on top of his thighs and sighed with a mechanical edge.

They were only sat for a few minutes, Zenyatta having almost fully focused, when he felt the stare of Genji’s eyes on his body. The orbs around Zenyatta’s neck span in place and clinked, sparkling gold as he powered his peripherals once more.

“My student, is there something bothering you? You know you can speak to me of your problems.” Genji jolted at the sound of Zenyatta’s soft, sudden voice, but quickly regained his composure. He seemed almost contemplative for a moment or two, before he reached up to his face and clicked the visor and guard away, placing them on the pillow beside his thigh. The cyborg then gingerly scooted forwards and seated himself in front of Zenyatta, wringing his hands a little. Zenyatta tilted his head and waited for Genji to explain himself. Carefully, cybernetic hands reached forwards, and pushed Zenyatta’s thumb and forefinger apart gently- it was Zenyatta’s common hand position when he meditated. With gentle strokes and pushes, Genji flattened out the hands in his grip and pushed the fingers apart, linking them with his own as he pushed his and Zenyatta’s hands together.

“I apologise for staring, Zenyatta, and for being so distant recently. I…” Genji closed his mouth and swallowed, “I have been thinking on something, something huge, and I felt it was necessary to have some distance to sort through my thoughts. Now, I have concluded what they mean.” The ninja nodded and squeezed the monk’s hands, as though grounding himself. Zenyatta felt the gentle squeeze through his sensors, and instinctively gave Genji’s hands a squeeze of comfort back. Genji smiled, “Master- ah Zenyatta. Would you do me the honour of having your hand?”.

Zenyatta gazed at Genji for a moment, before humming confusedly,

“Ah, of course you can my student, however I’m afraid the procedure is a lengthy one. My hands are not like other omnics, they do not remove with switches, and the operation would mean I have to severe my sensor wires…”

Genji stared at his face, his mouth open wide and he closed it several times before fumbling for words, “Ah! Zenyatta, I did not mean literally, I am sure it is-”

Zenyatta’s regal laugh broke him off and the omnic chuckled in the air, his legs wiggling as he gripped his belly, “Oh of course I know what it means Genji. I was merely jesting with you.” Zenyatta pushed a finger through the dark hair covering Genji’s dark hazelnut eyes, and hummed gently.

“Of course I’ll give you my hand in marriage silly billy.”

Genji tackled him in a tear wet hug.


Note: This was inspired by @afterglowingassassin‘s ask that was so entertaining to read. I tried to do something similar, albeit with a bit of a twist to it? I’m not too sure, but it kept nagging at me to post. So here you go!

In movement faster than your eyes could process, an arrow had pierced dead center of a target, its momentum forcing it to jerk suddenly. You crossed your arms, walking forward quietly as you watched the archer before you land shot after shot. He always held a refined pose, a powerful stance, whenever he fired from his bow, and it captivated you. He was master, that much you knew, however there were times you forgot just how beautiful he was when training; how confident he appeared, how powerful he was. Your eyes carefully traced his physique, from his face to his muscles.

Carefully your eyes caressed the lines of his athletic figure. There never wasn’t a moment you saw Hanzo in near perfect condition, if not hidden by his usual attire. Your eyes rested on his chest, though not unblinking. Movement became slower the longer you stared, and you didn’t even notice how deeply he caught your attention. You felt heat grow in your cheeks, but snapped out of it once you saw the archer lower his bow to his side. Whether it was it was the heat or perhaps the voices from inside, you came to.

Much to your dismay, Hanzo had already turned to you. You weren’t sure how long you were staring at him, or for how long he noticed. You didn’t even feel the beyond attractive rosiness that coated your face. “Why are you here?” He questioned dryly, removing you from your once peaceful state of mind.

“Lunch is ready. Genji told me to come get you.” You answered confidently, trying to make it appear as though you weren’t distracted.

Normally, you were accustomed to him wearing what he always wore; the traditional kyudo-gi, yugake, and hakama. Though, this afternoon, he was without his top, and was exposed, which admittedly made you more embarrassed than you would like to admit. Your eyes focused on the arrows that he had fired, still amazed by how precisely and cleanly he landed every shot. You didn’t notice the bowman walk over to you, causing you to step back slightly. He narrowed his gaze at you. “You have been here for some time.”

You took a head start to return inside. “Yeah, well, when it comes to you there’s never an ‘appropriate time’”, you used air quotations and found yourself becoming less anxious as you made yourself laugh, “so I figured I should wait until you’re completely finished. Don’t want to ‘disturb the dragon’,” you joked sarcastically. You immediately regret doing so, as you felt the glare burn through your back, making you slightly uncomfortable. You would often joke about him with his younger brother, but forgot for just a moment that his sense of humour wasn’t the same as Genji’s.

Hanzo was deadly serious more often than naught, and you usually stayed clear of him. It wasn’t strictly because of his near unapproachable personality, but because he was just so private and anti-social. He disliked being around people for long, and the many Genji had introduced him to, he wasn’t particularly fond of. You assumed you were one of those people, and from the few stories Genji told you of his elder brother, you felt gathered a gist of his person. Still, it didn’t make the situation any less awkward.

“Aren’t you going to put your shirt back on?” You asked, nearing the automatic doors and leaving the training grounds. “You’re going to catch a cold looking like that inside.” You glanced to him for a just a moment before feeling that same blush cover your face as you both stepped through the back of the home. “It doesn’t really seem like you to be… Bare.”

“Are you finished gawking like a teenager?” He asked suddenly, causing you to stop walking and becoming dazed.

“Gawking? I’m not gawking. What are you on about?” you replied defensively, blinking in response to his accusation.

“Your expression states otherwise.” He retorted.

Hanzo rose an eyebrow, and your eyes widened as a subtle smirk appeared. He lowered his eyelids, his irritatingly smug smirk present for you, making you ball your fists at your sides. Your face lit up and you looked from his face, to his chest, to his abdomen, and then away. You did what you were trying your hardest not to; looking at his toned figure. Your eyes did their best now to avoid all possible eye contact with him. You felt even more embarrassed from the chuckle that followed his statement.

What bothered you the most was that the elder Shimada just teased you.

You had to be dreaming. That was so out of left field, so out of character for him. Hanzo is not the type to tease. At all. What prompted this?

“Oh, there are where the both of you are.” The cyborg sauntered over, looking between the two of you. He kept his visor in your direction as Hanzo decided to walk past him with a smirk, making him all the more curious. The ninja quickly sensed something was off, but was quiet, as he didn’t want to assume anything too quickly. He tilted his head, glancing back to his brother before returning to you.

“Has something happened between the two of you?”

Your face was on fire. “I hate your brother.”

How a samurai put on his armour (tosei gusoku - modern armour 1540-1868). Part one.

1) Firstly a samurai had to be wearing comfortable clothing underneath his armour. The first item worn is of course underwear. Called echũfundoshi it was a type of loin cloth strung around the neck, hanging down the chest and underneath the groin. It was tied in place around the waist with a thin strap. They were generally 1.5 metres long and made from soft linen, often white or light blue. Prayers to Buddhist or Shintõ gods were sometimes written on the inside of the echũfundoshi for protection. Powders mixed with a perfume called kunroku were rubbed into the echũfundoshi to ward off insects and they were often hung over burning incense before being worn so that they smelled pleasant.

2) The next two items to be put on were the top called gusokushita and the pants called kobakama. The gusokushita, literally “garment worn under armour,” was a simple version of the earlier kosode tops worn as everyday wear. These were commonly patterned silk gauze weave or plain linen. The sleeves were short, usually only reaching to just below the elbow. It is held closed by its own ties at either side or by a separate linen sash called an obi which is always tied in the front. Some had a small button at the neck. In winter a thicker top called a hadagi was sometimes worn. A sleeveless hadagi could also be worn under the gusokushita in winter. The left arm is put through the sleeve first and the left side collar always wraps over the right side.

The kobakama were loose fitting pants that didn’t reach far below the knees. They are an evolution of the earlier sashinuki bakama that tied at the ankles. They have an opening in the sides and are tied with four long flat ties, two at the back and two at the front. These ties are both tied in the front. These were commonly made from linen or cotton. Lower ranking samurai or ashigaru (foot soldiers) wore plain coloured kobakama while those worn by higher ranking samurai could be very colourful, displaying elaborate designs. Higher ranking samurai sometimes wore tattsuke bakama. These had a kyahan section attached to the bottom of the pants section under the knee with ties for the ankle and under the knee. Kyahan were not necessary when tattsuke bakama were worn. The kobakama are always put on while stepping into the left leg first. 

3) Three items were put on next. The samurai sat down to next put on his footwear and gaiters. First he would put on a pair of split toed socks called tabi that were made from deer skin called kawa tabi or soft cotton called momen tabi. These could be plain or elaborately designed. Tabi became necessary when warfare was conducted by foot soldiers in the late Kamakura period (1185-1333). After the Õnin War (1467-77) tabi became a regular part of a samurai’s formal wear. The left tabi is always put on first.

Next he would put on a pair of cloth gaiters called kyahan that tied around the ankles and just under the knees. These acted as a padding for the armoured shin guards. They were generally dark blue but could also be brocade with elaborate designs. They were no different from those worn by commoners and travellers. They are tied on the inside of the legs. The left kyahan is always put on first.

He put on woven straw sandals called waraji next. There were several ways of tying the straps of waraji depending on personal preference with an idea of the type of terrain he would be traversing. A samurai carried several pairs of spare waraji when on campaign as they tended to wear out. Waraji allowed samurai to gain purchase on rough terrain and to walk quietly on wooden floors and through the underbrush. Waraji are worn so that the toes poke over the front edge a little and the back comes up the heel a bit. Soles of bamboo splints were sometimes added to waraji in boggy, swampy or snowy terrain. Waraji are always put on with the left foot first.

4) The next item is the first item of actual armour to be worn. The suneate consists of a cloth gaiter with armoured metal splints joined by chain mail sewn to the front and sides to protect the shins from being cut. They are tied at the front with the attached cloth ties. Suneate are removed when wading through water. The left suneate is always put on first.

4a Shino suneate were cloth gaiters with metal splints sewn on. The plates on the inside of the calf only extended to mid-calf, the lower part being covered with a patch of heavy leather to prevent damage to the stirrups when riding a horse and to protect the inner ankles when running. The knees were protected by small hexagonal plates quilted between layers of fabric. The one I have illustrated doesn’t have a knee protector and is known as a kyahan suneate.

4b Tateage suneate consisted of three or four full metal plates that encased the entire lower leg including the knee. These are from an earlier period and eventually fell into disuse with the shino suneate becoming more practical. They tied at the front with cloth ties and had padded cloth inside.

4c Quite common among horse riding samurai generals were armoured overshoes called kõgake. These were shaped plates that covered the upper section of the feet and were joined by chain link. They were held on by the waraji ties. They offered protection to the feet from polearms when on horseback. 

4d Some samurai of higher rank also wore bear fir shoes known as tsuranuki or kegutsu. These were generally worn in winter and had a habit of becoming lice infested and heavy when wet. Samurai on horse back preferred wearing them but they fell into disuse towards the end of the 1580’s.

5) The thigh protectors called haidate were put on next. Haidate are basically a divided apron of heavy fabric with metal plates sewn on. The haidate is tied around the waist at the front. There were several types of haidate. Ita haidate had flat metal scales arranged in four or five rows with between seven and fifteen scales in each. Another type called kawara haidate had “s” sectioned scales which overlapped like roof tiles that were then laced together. When haidate had only chain mail as the sole defence, they were called kusari haidate, but most have small rectangular plates of metal and are called ikada haidate. Some haidate had a fabric piece on either side of the two aprons that could be fastened around the back of each leg to stop them from moving around during combat. Haidate are always removed when wading across water, climbing obstacles or crawling under buildings. Those samurai specialising in infiltration (shinobi, ninja) tied their haidate outside of the (body armour) so that they could quickly untie the haidate to remove it.

6) Some samurai wore gloves called yugake, tsuruhajiki or teõi. They were worn either on the right hand - the weapon hand - or on both hands. These were a modified version of an archers glove called a yumigake from earlier periods. Generally yugake were made from smoked leather or cotton and could be plain or patterned. Higher ranking samurai would sometimes wear silk yugake with elaborate designs. If two yugake are worn, the right one is put on first.

The next item of armour worn was the kote or armoured sleeve. There were several basic forms of kote with the most common being two separate tubular sleeves of cloth with metal splints joined with chain link that were tied around under the opposite arm. Another type consisted of two sleeves joined across the back called an aigote that could be slipped on considerably faster. Kote are basically a tubular sleeve of brocade and linen or hemp cloth laced up on the inside. They have several different patterns of defensive metal work sewn onto them with the most common type being the shino gote with narrow metal splints joined by chain mail. The back of the hand is covered by metal plates with embossing for the knuckles. The elbow had a small metal cap. The right kote may be omitted if the samurai is an archer or intends on using his bow. Regardless of the type worn, the left arm is always armoured up first.

© James Kemlo