Young Genji x Reader: Arcades and Such

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Reader is male. Also... I kinda lost everyone's requests that I had not written yet. I'm so sorry! If I could get everyone who wants to or had requested something to send me a DM with what character(s), reader gender if applicable, and any specific plot you want written. It would be such a huge help!! Thanks again and enjoy!

You moved to Hanamura for work, it was a large city to you given that you grew up in a rural city in north America. You were a programmer working for a local security company, specializing in surveillance cameras and the installment of them. Hanamura was beautiful this time of year, cherry blossoms floated to the ground, dancing around your feet as you walked through the city. You had an apartment not far from the city center, it was small and modest but it got the job done, you were gone most of the time anyways. The apartment did have a spectacular view, you could see not only the grand mountains the city was built below, but a palace sat just a mile away. The architecture was unreal, grand and luxurious, mixing old and new structures. The movers had told you it belonged to the Shimada's, the richest family in Japan; but also the most dangerous. They were known for cutting corners in Japanese law, working alongside gangs and mobster. Everyone turned a blind eye from the acts to avoid confrontation with one of their assassins.

A cat scurried across the cobblestone road in front of you, it stopped to meow at you before trailing away. You watched the pleasant calico cat wander into an open building, your eyes scanned over the Japanese plastered to the building, using your spotty Japanese you deciphered it was an arcade. You could not remember the last time you saw a real arcade, maybe not since your childhood. You were pushing 28 now, you were no child.

Intrigued, you allowed your feet to drag you into the arcade. The four leveled building was packed to the brim with machines, flashing lights, laughter and people. Aging from six to mid twenties, all kinds of people gathered here. You smiled at the calico cat that leaped onto a machine, meowing at you. A small girl ran by and grabbed the kitten, scolding it for running off, the cat purred in it's masters arms.

You wandered around the arcade, hoping the sight of an adult wouldn't frighten the children. Luckily, the children did not seem to mind, some smiled or flashed simple hello's to you. You would bow and return the smile, happy to seem such politeness from the upcoming generation.

It wasn't until you saw the thick bodyguards that you began to get nervous. They pushed past you, talking in fast Japanese over an intercom attached to their ears, you couldn't help but listen. You listened closely, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar language,

"We have lost sight on the boy,"

"Search the perimeter, scan the area. We cannot lose him again,"

You scowled at the men, why is the world were they hunting a boy? You prayed they meant no harm to the child, just as the movers had told you, you turned a blind eye to the obvious bad situation. You climbed the stairwell in the back on the room, deciding to explore the second story. You stepped onto the landing platform and looked about the room, same as the level below.

As you stepped forwards, an upside down face lowered into yours. It was a boy, he appeared to be hanging by his feet from the third levels railing. You clenched your chest and stumbled back,

"Hello!" The young man said, he had a kind smile, the type that looked like he spent everyday smiling constantly, he wore traditions white robing with an orange sash around his waist, a matching scarf. You noticed lastly his hair, it was a strange shade of green that looked wholly unnatural,

"Hello?" You stuttered, laughing slightly at his raised, bushy eyebrows. He effortlessly dropped from the railing, landing on his feet like a silent cat,

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