Soul Eater(FanFiction)

Out of Curiosity

Hanzo had taken the book home and went back to sleep.
Since he lacked said thing,it seemed that his brain was too tired to make him go through the hellish memory once again.

Getting up at about 9 ib the morning,Hanzo stared at his table while taking small sips from a hot cup of tea.

The mailbox made a noise.
Hanzo got up and opened the door,taking a letter out of his mailbox.
An invitation to Overwatch...
Once again...
Hanzo sighed,shaking his head and throwing the letter away.

"I recieve one every day.
How many times will I be forced to ignore these before they stop..."

The archer sat back down at his table.
The warm liquid flowing through his body,Hanzo started to feel less tired,also causing him to notice the book on the table that he took from the library.

He was pretty sure he had put it on the shelf last night...
No matter.

After placing the cup to his side,he took the book and placed in front of him,continuing to read where he had left off at the library.

"Draw the pentagram with your own blood,place the sacraficial candles at the corners of the star...
Stand in the middle and say the line..."
Trying to keep a straight face,Hanzo read the page a few more times and started to chuckle uncontrollalby.

"This cannot be anything besides a silly joke somebody made up...
There is no way this works..."
Hanzo continued reading.
"This will summon the devil hims-
Ah,of course it will...
Someone must have felt like a true comedian..."

Hanzo sighed and finished his tea,closing the book.
"This is ridioulos...
So...
So..."
Hanzo stopped talking as he noticed nobody was even in the room.

Hanzo turned the book around and looked at the cover.
"From devil to immortality...
Who even wrote this lecture-"

There was no clue to the author whatsoever...Who wrote this?

Later that day Hanzo was taking a walk in the nearby park.
Feeling the soft breeze hitting him in the face and running through his hair,Hanzo closed his eyes and blindly followed the path.

The more invitations he recieved from the Overwatch Headquarters,the more it got him thinking.
Why would they want him?
He's just an archer who killed his brother...

His heartbeat increased immensely.
As he shed a single memory over his brother,the memory of Genji begging for mercy...
The blade ramming into his flesh and organs...
His eyes tearing up...
The whispers...
'H-hanzo...'

The Shimada stood still and stared at the floor.
Bypassing pedestrians gave him a weird look.
He covered his mouth with his hand,pulling a hood over his head.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he stared at the ground.

A few seconds of silent crying passed as Hanzo felt a hand on his shoulder.
The archer leaoed forward and turned around,facing a bearded man with a cowboy-hat,who was way taller than him.

It was Jesse McCree.

Jesse shrugged.
"Hey there sugar-
Yer alright?'ve been standing there like a hangin' corpse-"

Hanzo grumbled and looked away,crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Take that hood of,c'mon~"
Jesse leaned forward and gently raised Hanzo's hood.
By slapping Jesse's hand away,Hanzo accidently lifted his hood.

Jesse chuckled."Hanzo Shimada,right?"

Hanzo nodded.

"Well,we're sendin' ya daily invitations and ya ain't respondin'-
May I know why?I ain't followin' ya this is just a lil' random,y'know-"

Hanzo looked at Jesse."I am not interested."

Jesse scratched his backhead.
"How 'bout this...You stay for a wekk or somethin' as some kinda trial,and you can just leave if you don't wanna.Alright?"

Hanzo rolled his eyes."I will take some time thinking about it."

Jesse smiled."Soundin' nice~
I'll be seein' ya!Hopefully...
Now if ya excuse me,i gotta go somewhere...
Byebye!"Jesse left,leaving Hanzo standing there.

The archer stood there for a few minutes,then leaving and going back to his apartment.
"Most definetly not...

In the evening,Hanzo made himself some Sushi,silently eating it while staring at the book.
He would bring it back to the library the next day...

After finishing his dinner and cleaning up,Hanzo undressed,only leaving underwear on and slipping underneath his blanket.

Before falling asleep,he was thinking about the encounter he had with the rather weirdly dressed man...

There it was...The very same dream that haunted him almost every night...
Genji begged for Mercy...
Blood all over himself and his brother...
Groans of pain...

Hanzo jolted awake,once again bathing in his sweat.

He was sick of it...
He had to do something...

He got up and grabbed 5 candles and a knife...
Giving this a shot woulf only hurt a bit...
What could go wrong?

Hanzo didnt know that from now on a lot would go wrong from this point onward...