Sorrow & Shame

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It was the end of the day, people headin' for their rooms. Everyone shared a room of 2 or if lucky 3. I was looking forwards to meeting my roommate. I was looking down at the key they gave us for the room, I slammed into a shorter person. He jumps back, "watch where your going, cowboy." It was that guy who was late for the intro. I said "I'm sorry. I wasn' lookin' where I was goin' " I said respectfully. He nodded and said the same, but with out my cowboy accent. Instead with his bold and strong Japanese accent.

We were standing there, confused. Apparently this was his room too, so I went along with him. We heading in the room. "I want to introduce myself, I'm Hanzo Shimada." He spoke fast and sharp. I spoke while my hand was on the back of my nape "I'm Jesse McCree. ". We later seem to get along, there was a few things that I thought were a little- uh- odd. But who cares anyway, he seems nice.

We didn't go to dinner that night, we were hear each other's past.

Time skip past McCrees story~~

Hanzo said inpatient "I had a younger brother named Genji, he was the happiest person I've ever meet. But somehow, we got in a fight. And- " He'd sniffle. He wasn't able to say anything. His eyes turned glossy like water. Then he stood up and ran outside sobbing.
I raced after him, but as soon as I turned the corner he was gone. I felt bad. I felt really bad. I never felt bad in a long time. Sorrow and shame, the two emotions made me weak, weak inside.

I tried to look for him, searching. I heard arrow shots at the range. I looked in the big field where I made my first expression. I seen him on a roof, shooting the targets. He missed all of them. I watched him shoot, he finally stopped. I took off my hat and looked down. I thought I should leave him alone for now. So I turned around and left. His voice stopped me from leaving the Range. "I didn't finish my story.. did I?" I could hear him jumping down behind me.

"No, I didn' hear ya." I turned around. We were looking at each other.
His eyes- his face- he was handsome,but I knew I didn't have a thing for guys since last year. But this isn't the time to think about my gay life. He told me quietly "I killed Genji. I stabbed him 100 times till he couldn't take the pain." He wiped his tears and sucked up the guilt. I shivered in shock, how could a man like him kill his younger brother?

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