Trust My Rage

Yan Kurosaki was an heiress to her family in Japan, and they had made a deal with the Shimada clan that involved her to be essentially traded to the Shimada clan in exchange for protection by the clan. Unexpectedly enough, the offer was accepted and she was transferred to the Shimada clan’s castle as essentially, a chatelaine. She had helped around the castle with tasks with the other maids, and had made sure that she was at least busy for the majority of the time of her stay, however this sort of plan was cut short quickly after she had met the young heir, Genji Shimada.

Genji’s playful tendencies seemed to be cut down since he had met her, and even perhaps tried to be more serious with her the more he spent time with her. He made sure that she was doing okay, brought her food that was much better than what was left over for the rest of the staff to eat, spent time with her outside of his training sessions and required meetings that he had to go to. Eventually as time had gone on, the young heir wanted to marry her.

Their joyous celebration wouldn’t last long however, as months after their marriage it was when Genji’s older brother, Hanzo was sent to set him straight. In a lethal fight, it was Genji who had lost and was left to die as Hanzo fled the scene, horrified at what he had done. Unfortunately for Yan, she had found Genji much too late. However, Overwatch was watching them. They offered to help rebuild him, and in exchange he would help them in their endeavors. Hesitantly, the ninja agreed to their terms as long as his wife were to go with him too.

Many months and years later, Genji had to be mostly cyberized in order to be able to fully function again. He wasn’t happy with his sort of change, and was very conflicted with himself and felt that he was inferior to his beloved wife. Yan, was a lowly operative for Blackwatch at the time, so he could stay close to Genji. Overwatch wasn’t exactly a facility to hold refugees at their headquarters, so they assigned her to do something as well. She would offer comfort to the cyborg, and assure that he is still everything that she had ever wanted and dreamed of. This brings him back in, for only so long until he drops back into this sort of mood again.

As time continued to march on, Yan Shimada climbed up the ranks of Blackwatch and landed a spot as Commander Reyes’ lieutenant for Blackwatch. She had more responsibilities, paperwork, and even some meetings that she would require to attend to add in any insight on said topic at hand. With the responsibilities that she had, Genji and Yan became more distant to each other. She wouldn’t have time to see him anymore, but only for short periods of time such as passing time in the hallways or during meals. Even then, sometimes Yan would have to go help Reyes with some sort of task.

Genji didn’t approve of this distance, especially since he was not in a very good place mentally due to still having grudges towards his brother’s attempt in murdering him. So the cyborg ninja confronts his wife, and they end up getting into a heated argument which left Genji alone once more due to the amount of stress that Lieutenant Yan was enduring with the new responsibilities, and she didn’t need any more from her husband.

Weeks after, the Swiss base of Overwatch was attacked by a rebellion, and Lieutenant Yan was there as well with Commander Reyes and Commander Morrison. All three were deemed to be dead, as their bodies were unable to be recovered in the rubble after the dust had settled. Genji was devastated, and blamed himself for her death. So he wanders on his own after the disbandment of Overwatch, and finds himself in Nepal under the teachings of Tekhartha Zenyatta.

Many people thought that the lieutenant and both commanders were dead, however the lieutenant was very well alive. Somehow. She was handed over to Talon before the collapse of the base, as Talon had seen potential in having a Shimada on their side, married in or not. Yan was unwillingly put under experiments and tests by their medical operatives, one of them being Moira O'Deorain, a geneticist. She had her senses heightened, even had eye replacements for both eyes to increase clearness of vision and impeccable sight, which included the ability to zoom in on her targets without the need of a scope. They cut her hair, as they deemed it too long for an on ground assassin. They suppressed her feelings and broke her will, ultimately becoming their next most effective, on ground, assassin. She was unfeeling, and did not hesitate. They called her Scorpion for her quick and deadly assassinations.

“I knew you’d come back.” Asgard’s ruler turns away from the view that the balcony had held, finding a woman of purple and gold standing by the entrance to his room. Her brown eyes held his gaze with a knowing look in her eyes, as if she knew exactly what was going on. Odin turns further towards the woman, slowly stepping towards her.

“I’ve always been here, there’s no other place where I would be at this moment.” He replies to her phrase. However she shakes her head slowly, quirking it a bit to the side as a small smile appears at her features.

“You don’t need to lie to me. It’s just us two up here.” She simply says, her tone as gentle as ever. The same tone she had always used before his disappearance… The corners of his lips turn up ever so slightly, and a golden glow surrounds his form as if it were eroding away the ruler before her. Raven black hair replaced white, gold and red melted into green and ebony, and the man she loved was now standing in front of the smaller woman.

“As perceptive as ever, my dear.” Loki muses as the gentle smile he had before turns into an amused one. This caused the other dark haired woman to chuff at his words, moving closer to him

“I’m always perceptive when it comes to magic, especially with magic as unique as yours.” Mauve ribbons of fabric follow her as she stops next to him, then continue to do so as she walks even further out towards the balcony. Her hands rest on the railing as she looks over the city, turning her head slightly towards the God of Mischief’s direction as he followed her stride.

“… All of this is yours now. What shall you do with this power?” She asks with curiosity.

“Whatever I please, it seems. I am the king of this land, after all.” He says while emerald eyes look over the city, drawing back to the lady next to him afterwards.

“A king needs his queen as well, my dear Yan.”

“With you as Odin? Don’t make me laugh.” She huffs, tossing her head to the side in disgust.

“I’d rather rule Asgard with my lover, not my lover’s adoptive father.”

“You raise a fairly good point… I doubt that anyone would want to be with him at this age.” Loki jokes to himself, mostly for the last part of his sentence. Yan peers back over to him shortly after, shifting a bit closer towards the man beside her enough to make their arms touch and an invitation for the other to hold her. In which he does with an arm moving to wrap around her waist.

“… This is nice. You and me. Against the world.” The sorceress hums as her head leans a bit onto his chest, getting a small laugh from the said man close to her.

“Isn’t it always like that?”

“Not when you were in prison. Or on Midgard. Or on-”

“That’s enough.”