All Is Fair In Love And *Gang* War (Hanzo x Reader)
Hanzo's POV
It was all Genji's fault. As it always is. Now he is trying to hold in his crying laughter while father and a leader of a different Yakuza are talking of a more 'diplomatic' solution than just a shootout. Perhaps some background information is needed?? Of why Genji is turning red while struggling to keep in a howling laugh while a rather special guest is calmly sipping tea across the table from us.
About 2 Months Ago~
"Genji I do not wish to go out with you to some whore den." I sneer. "Brother it is just a club!! And if any 'whores' are there then I will swoop in and save you!! I am such a nice brother, no?" Genji smirks. "Ah, my dearest little brother is to get a new disease other than me. I truly thank you" I say with a low, mocking bow while Genji laughs. "It is a deal then!!"
We snuck out with ease, as I am making sure that the window is closed but not locked while Genji chuckled is infuriating. Creeping from shadow to shadow was easy enough while the guards looked at their phones. A Few even seems to be asleep. Pathetic.
The lively streets have people bumping into one another. Genji takes a sharp left into a rather large tough looking bouncer. "I.D, little man." Growls the large man, literally bending down to get into our faces. A silent standoff happens for a long ten seconds before both men break out into laugher, Genji patting the man on the back while the bouncer opens the door to the club. I follow with a confused expression.
Inside is a mixture of inky blackness and dark blues with purple dancing around the people. There are crowds of drunk girls waiting to swarm some poor soul into their claws. Some poor soul like Genji, who is already walking towards the giggling group with confidence in his steps and arms open. Coming here was a huge mistake. Might as well drink whatever cheap swill they are selling at the bar.
The bartender looked rather bored when I sat down on one of the stools. The music and conversation seems to be quieter here somehow. The bartender leans forward with an expecting look. "Sake, please." I sigh. "And you?" The bartender asks. What?
"A martini if you would. Thank you." A rather flirty voice next to me says. Glancing over reveals a woman with a rather tight black dress that has golden patterns of roses. Matching golden bracelets are on her wrists, (H/C) hair is woven into a braid. "You know, it is rather rude to stare." Her voice is like the finest silk. Realizing what she said, I quickly look away but an airy chuckle turns me right back around.
"It's (Y/N). And it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." (Y/N) says with a smirk without fully facing me, face straight ahead while a curious eye on me. "Ah, where are my manners, I am Hanzo Shimada. And the pleasure is all mine." I cooly say. Nice recovery time too. Perhaps some of Genji's charm has begone to rub off on me.
Our drinks arrive, being placed in front of their respective owners. (Y/N) places a delicate hand on her drink, bring it up to blood red lips. Lowering the glass, (Y/N) looks at me dead on, maintaining eye contact. "Hanzo~ what did I say about staring~" That silk voice says in a sing-song voice, clearly amused. "Please excuse me, it is hard to focus on anything else than you." it might have been a trick of the lighting but perhaps that is a faint blush I see.
"I admit, that was good." (Y/N) smiles, shaking her head slightly. "So why is someone as lovely as you in a place such as this?" I ask, taking a sip from my drink. "My friend dragged me out here. She gave me this dress, saying that it looks good on me." (Y/N) responds. "Then I must say, your friend is absolutely right." A smile is pulling at those red lips again.
Some drunken fool ruins the moment, sloppily wrapping an arm around (Y/N)'s waist and slipping lower. I am not sure if that part is intentional or not. Rage burns through me like a hot fire. "H-h-heyyyyyy leeets get outa here. Me and you's. C'mon you look like you neeeeees some di-" Before the drunken can finish his sentence, a loud smack is heard, all but cutting the music and shocking the man and I.
The slap nearly made the man fall off of his seat as (Y/N) stands up, hands curled into fists. "You dirty PIG!! I swear I have half a mind to gut you!" (Y/N) is practically radiating anger, the people around us have gone silent and are watching. Some of the women that have been watching the whole ordeal unfold are nodding in agreement. The man is still somewhat phased from the hit, but flexes and looms over (Y/N).
"Yo-you bitch!" the man slurs while (Y/N) calmly reaches into her purse, pulling out a tube of lipstick. I can only await what will happen next, everything is running like a play and if I am needed, I shall stop the buffoon.
Taking off the top of the lipstick tube reveals a knife instead, quicker than a cobra (Y/N) places it on the man's cheek. "Listen here you swine. When I said that I would gut you, it was not an empty threat~" She purrs, dragging the blade across his face. Fear is dancing in the man's eyes, no one in the crowd tries to make a move. Whatever sense the man didn't drink away told him to run, and so he did.
Placing the knife back into her purse, (Y/N) sighs before taking another sip from her martini. That... that was strangely arousing. "So, (Y/N) at risk of sounding too forward... and to risk being stabbed, perhaps we can leave and find somewhere more quiet to talk." I smile. "Hanzo my dearest I would love that." (Y/N) stands up, eyes sparkling the whole time.
To The Here And Now~
Ever since that night at the bar, (Y/N) was a regular appearance in my life. From the two of us talking about our days to random nights sharing our beds and bodies. Not once. NOT ONCE did I ever get her last name. (Y/N) (L/N), the sole heiress to a rival Yakuza. Genji has caught us a few times in some rather... bad times but to him, she is just a random girl. He is used to random girls sleeping with him and being caught.
"Hanzo, Genji," Father says in his business voice. "I would like you two to take Miss (L/N) here for a tour of our estate. She is an honored guest and shall be treated as such. Is that clear?" Father asks, his tone holding a threat that if Genji and I mess up then we are going to get killed. Probably. "Yes father. Please come with us." I stand while Genji sprints out of the room.
(Y/N) stands as well. "Shall we, Mr. Shimada?" She meets my eyes, laughter dancing in them. If our fathers knew what has been going on then there would be hell to pay. The two of us walk out while our fathers continue to conduct business. A short walk away we find Genji, hunched over and wheezing. "HANZO!! Y-YOU ARE FUCKING THE ENEMY YAKUZA'S DAUGHTER?!? THIS IS P-PERFECT!!" Genji's laughter starts up again.
"Be quiet!" I hiss, hopefully, no one has heard his annoying squawking. "It is rather funny." (Y/N) chuckles. "How fate has aligned to bring two criminal empires together without either knowing~" She swoons dramatically, Genji has tears of amusement running down his face.
"I. Absolutely. Hate. Both of you." I sigh deeply, storming down the hall while the two morons call after me.