I Should Tell You I Have Always Loved You, You Can See It In My Eyes
I. Orange
A mix of colors. Red and yellow make orange. That was Jesse McCree. A mix of bloodshed and love, and positivity and deceit. Orange.
It was fascination, freedom, success, determination.
He was orange. He saw orange a lot too in New Mexico, the sunsets, fire, the shifting sands. He thought orange was absolutely beautiful.
II. Blue
Hanzo Shimada was a blue that ranged between the dark and light versions. It depended on his mood, how he felt at that moment. He was many colors of blue. But he was born with the brightest.
Cleanliness, strength, dependability, coolness.
He was blue. He was like the ocean, the sky, his dragons, the tattoo on his arm. Sometimes blue isn't always the best.
III. Dealings
The Deadlock Gang had some dealings going on with the Shimada clan. Nothing too bad considering both sides agreed to meet in the Shimada clan's home in Japan, Hanamura.
Jesse didn't think he'd get to see Japan at first, he didn't even think he'd even get into this sort of business. He and the Deadlock Gang were allowed some access to areas of Hanamura. He regularly hung around the gardens, where he often saw the Shimada children, Hanzo and Genji. Something tugged on his mind that he should approach them.
He decided against it.
IV. Brother
Hanzo and Genji's father had recently died. Hanzo remembers how the blue of the sky slowly greyed. Sadness, depression. He knew that Genji must be having a rough time dealing with their father's death.
Eventually though, even more sadness had come to him.
"Hanzo, please." His brother had pleaded with him, beaten and bloody. "Stop this, brother." Hanzo should stop this, stop himself from further hurting his brother. He needs to stop.
He doesn't. Genji was his green, but he just killed him. It was his duty, Hanzo lies to himself. He had to do it.
He saw the green begin to bleed to black and white.
Blue no longer felt the way it used to.
Hanzo felt cold, sorrowful. He needed warmth.
V. Us
Jesse was glad that Winston brought Overwatch back. Too bad they were all technically criminals. Vigilantes if you didn't want to sound rude. Too bad he was kind of bored in Gibraltar. He didn't have anyone to really talk to. Genji had gone to Hanamura, Lucio and Hana were talking about some "legendary" webcomic from about 60 or so years ago, and he's pretty sure Jack Mo—ahem, Soldier: 76 was off on a mission with Reinhardt and Angela.
He's also sure that Genji had gone off to bring his brother to Gibraltar so that Talon doesn't get to him first. It's been years since he's seen the Shimada brothers together. They'd been separated ever since Hanzo was coerced into killing Genji by older Shimadas. Older Shimadas that probably were killed by either Genji or Hanzo himself. Jesse continued to smoke his cigar until he heard the door into the common room open. Genji was back, older brother in tow. "McCree, where is Winston."
Jesse didn't bother looking up. "Check the usual place." he muttered. He heard Genji sigh before leading Hanzo away.
Some few hours later, Jesse ended up meeting Hanzo, who was gazing out at the sunset over ocean surrounding their base. Hanzo was silent at first when Jesse sat next to him. Jesse could tell Hanzo was thinking deeply about something. Maybe about his brother, how he came to be with Overwatch, just something.
"...Jesse McCree, correct?" he quietly said. Jesse looked to the man next to him.
"Yeah. And you must be Hanzo Shimada." Jesse then spoke up. Hanzo met eyes with Jesse.
Both their eyes widened. The world swirled with colors both hadn't seen before. The red of Jesse's serape, the brown of Hanzo's eyes. Hanzo's blue and Jesse's orange. Soulmates. "Are you seeing..?" Hanzo asked, looking at the sudden colors that had rid his world of black and white. Jesse nodded. He felt his hand grip the other man's. "You and I." He squeezed Hanzo's hand. After some moments of silence with each other, they sat closer together, looking out at the setting sun.
Orange and blue. The sun and the ocean.
Hanzo felt warmer.
VI. Your Eyes
Jesse quietly strummed the guitar he got from Angela. He forgot the others knew he played. Hanzo was laying in bed next to him reading a book. They've been sharing a room for a while now. Jesse made sure to wait until Hanzo felt comfortable enough around him to be able to share things. Jesse was alerted of the boundaries Hanzo had by Genji. Despite how much Hanzo had hurt him, Genji still decided to take care of him.
Jesse sighed, unsure of what to do. Not much to do at night anyways. He leaned his guitar on the bedside table and turned to face Hanzo. Hanzo noticed and marked his page before setting down his book. "Yes, Jesse?"
Jesse was still staring at the other, completely transfixed by something. "Jesse?" Hanzo blinked, feeling awkward and nervous by Jesse's current behavior. Jesse stayed silent before smirking.
"Has anyone told you that your eyes are beautiful?" he suddenly asked. Hanzo blushed. "Wh-what?" Hanzo stuttered.
"Your eyes, they're beautiful." Jesse stated again, putting a hand to Hanzo's cheek. Hanzo didn't know what to say. He wasn't good with being complimented by people. Jesse smiled fondly at the other before placing a kiss on Hanzo's forehead. Hanzo smiled back.