McHanzo - One Day...

Part 1

Hanzo walked down the street. The cool breeze blew back his, somewhat, long black hair which was tied loosely in a gold hair tie. He was wearing a slack blue sweater over a white-collared shirt, a black hoodie and long black pants. He a sigh as he walked past a somewhat familiar tree. It had been years since he was last in America and he finally got the chance to come back when he was allowed to study abroad. He was mainly told to watch over his younger brother, Genji, but right now he was trying to see if he could remember where his favorite park was. Suddenly he heard someone call his name. He turned around and saw a boy around his age running towards him. He had messy brown hair, a red flannel shirt and blue jeans. The boy pulled Hanzo into a tight hug.

"Oh, darlin' why didn't you tell me you were comin' back?" The boy chuckled sadly.

"I'm sorry, but do I-" Before he could finish his sentence the boy pressed his lips against Hanzo's. He didn't fight back, he didn't know how. He stifled a moan as he was pinned against a wall. His eyes widened as he felt the stranger's tongue slip past his lips drawing them into a deeper, more sensual kiss. Hanzo's knees buckled and the stranger pressed his knee on Hanzo's half erection causing a small cry to to escape from his lips. His face flushed a bright red and he would have swooned as well if the stranger hadn't pulled away to breathe. As their lips parted, Hanzo could see a line of saliva that trailed from their mouths. He took the split second of separation to collect his thoughts and slapped the stranger across the face.

"Who do you think you are?" Hanzo exclaimed with a scowl.

The stranger chuckled as he swung his arm around Hanzo's shoulder whilst rubbing his red cheek, "Still as tense as always ain't cha, darlin'." His words caused Hanzo to instinctively pull away.

"Who are you?" Hanzo said in a demanding tone.

"Huh?" The stranger looked confused. His brows furrowed and he looked a bit hurt, "Don't tell me you've forgotten me already?" Hanzo took a step back; wary of the stranger's movements. He felt a slight feeling of recollection when he saw his face, but that was as far as it went.

"Should I?" Hanzo asked as he crossed his arms.

"Well, it can be helped." The stranger chuckled, there was a hint of sadness in his voice as he turned and left.