#He'll be back for Genji's surgery don't worry about it

[kakusu-shipping]

You know when it’s already 4am and you’ve got things to do tomorrow but your brain keeps looping a fictional conversation in your head and you can’t go to sleep till you write it down? Anyway.

A little B-sides addition to @probably-some-goat‘s S/I fic series The Dragon and The Fox, because while he’s writing angst I’m thinking of all the stupid shit that can happen in the background.

The Dragon and The Fox; B-Sides

In which Genji is trying to stare me to death

“So... When that new guy finally wakes up, he’s probably going to want something to eat, right?” Emile asked to what could essentially be empty space. He stood in the kitchen of the Shimbali Master, Mondatta, one of few kitchens in the monastory, making himself a 2:30am PB&J.

Why he was making a 2:30 PB&J and not asleep as most humans are at this time would be thanks to the other person in the room, Genji Shimada, who was glaring down the hallway back twords Emile’s room where the aforementioned “new guy” was currently out cold, taking up the mechanics nice warm bed.

Genji had dragged this “new guy” in from the blizzard without much of a word, which wasn’t unusual, as Genji hadn’t been much of a talker in the month he’d been living at the Monastery, and at present the two humans who called this mountain home had arrived in much the same capacity, dressed a little too lightly for a hike up a Nepal Mountain, so a third arriving in the same way wasn’t as shocking as the first two.

Genji had first taken the freezing man to the only Omnic he was willing to speak to, Zenyatta, who then brought them both here. Mondatta, a bleeding heart with only one bed in his home, immediately took the human in, awaking Emile to give up said bed.

And thus. Here he is. 2:40 in the morning. Eating a PB&J in his pajamas with a cyborg who hadn’t spoken a word to him in a full month of living together.

“I guess I’ll just make him a peanut butter sandwich?” Emile continued his one sided conversation, and immediately regretted it.

Genji’s head snapped to face the bedheaded man, glaring with murderous intent, making Emile flinch and nearly drop his plate.

“O-Okay then..” He gave a nervous smile, stepping back from the living weapon squatting at the only way out of the small room, “Something hot would probably be better anyway. I’ll ask Aoi in the morning if she’d be willing to make him some stew... That sound.. better?”

Genji didn’t respond, his glare didn’t lessen, but he did at least turn it away from Emile, and back down the hall, watching their darkly clad guest’s chest rise and fall as he slept. Emile felt a little bad for the new guy, he couldn’t imagine being the center of Genji’s attention like that... Scary...

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“Sorry, we really don’t have much to eat when Mondatta’s gone.” Emile swung open a cabinet, inside was half a jar of peanut butter, two cans of dried fruit, and an empty cup noodle container.

The for-mentioned “New Guy”, now identified as Zayne, sat himself at the table in the center of the room. It’d been only two days sense he’d arrived, though this was the first time he’d gotten out of bed for more than just a run to the restroom.

Mondatta, despite his worry for the new human in his home, unfortunately, was scheduled to leave the Shimbali for a tour around Canada this month. Upon leaving, Mondatta had left it to Emile to keep an eye on Zayne, make him feel welcome and comfortable until he could get back. This was a promise Emile regretted making.

Wherever Zayne went, Genji followed, close but never in direct sight. He glared around corners, in shadow, on rooftops, and under the bed. Mostly at Emile. It was starting to get to him a little bit, but he didn’t have the nerve to call it out.

“He left us some cash though, so we can go into town when you’re feeling better and get some more stuff. Till then, how about a peanut butter sandwich?” Emile offered with his best friendly smile, turning to face Zayne at the table. (and Genji, who hung by the only exit to the kitchen once again)

“Ah, thanks but... I’m allergic to peanut butter.” Zayne’s response was a lie; he was not medically allergic to peanut butter, it would not kill him to eat it, but it might as well do so with how ill it made him. He’d learned this sort of white lie from his brother, a way to protect himself, as his father was less likely to force him to eat foods he thought would kill him as a child.

“Oh.” Emile paused, glancing over Zayne’s shoulder to Genji, who was staring daggers not at the human, but the jar of peanut butter he was holding. “Yeah... Yeah okay, that makes sense.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Zayne wondered if he should be offended. Does he look like someone who’s allergic to peanut butter?

“Don’t worry about it.”

Silence fell between the two, technically three, as Emile continued to scour the cabinets for something that wouldn’t require him to light the stove. A moment or two ticked before Zayne spoke up.

“So do you like... Know everyone here?”

“In the monastery? Yeah, pretty much. I’ve lived here about 5 years now, and it’s not that big a place. It’d be harder not to know people.” Emile answered, climbing onto the counter to reach a higher cabinet.

“Cool. So... What’s with that guy?” The green ninja pointed his thumb over his shoulder at Genji without looking back.

Emile glanced over his shoulder, “Oh Gen-” His voice caught hard in his throat.

Genji moved like lightning, now standing directly behind Zayne, the latter having not noticed the suddenly closeness of the death machine behind him, the ninja’s hand on the handle of his Wakizashi he kept on his lower back, glaring, as always, with murderous intent.

Emile gulped and did his best to appear normal, keeping his smile still as he could, “Oh uh, h-him...? Uhm... I-I don’t really kn-know his name... h-he doesn’t... speak...”

That seemed to be a satisfactory answer as Genji removed his hand from the weapon, keeping his glare he returned again to the doorway. There was no escape.

“He doesn’t speak?” Zayne asked, oblivious to the threat actively happening behind him.”

Emile got down off the counter and joined Zayne at the table, giving up looking for something to eat, “Not sense he arrived ‘boutta month ago, no. Well, except to Zenyatta.”

“Who’s Zenyatta?” 

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Emile chewed on this thumbnail as he went over the rough sketches he’d been doing of Genji. He’d been seething at them sense he’d been given a moment to look over the ninja‘s cybernetics.

The entire construction was flawed, Genji was no doubt in pain, which was probably a pretty good reason he was always in such a foul mood. Well that, and his shitty family life, but Emile wasn’t supposed to know that.

“You are going to form wrinkles glaring like that.” A synthetic voice hummed from Emile’s open door. Zenyatta, Emile’s inside gossip to Genji’s personal traumas, leaned on the framing, head tilted, “Still thinking about my student’s body, are you?” He spoke with a tease.

Emile groaned and pushed away from his work table, his chair wheeling back into his examination table, “It sucks, Zen, it sucks and makes me want to bite people.”

Zenyatta chuckled at Emile’s rage, it was rare to see the mechanic mad in his work space.

“How is he anyhow?” Emile layed his head on the cool metal table, “He’s been talking more, so I assume you’re working your magic on him.”

“I do no magic, I am simply pointing him down a path of recovery, every step he takes is his own.” Zenyatta answered, taking a seat on Emile’s work table.

“Hm. That’s not really an answer.”

Zenyatta’s laugh rung through the room, loosening Emile’s scowl. “He is doing fine. I believe I have caught a hint of a smile on him a few times.”

Emile sighed and sat up, rolling back to his table, “Good. I was worried he was going to be a hissy little stray forever.”

The mechanic’s eyes wandered again to his sketches, from just an external look he could only guess which wires did what. He wasn’t permitted to touch Genji at all, or ask him to stand or run, so everything he’d observed could only be guess work. Still, he think he had a pretty good idea of the original intention.

“He was a weapon...” Emile muttered to himself, sliding his hand over the paper to smooth it out on his table, “He has weapon storage here, here, and here. And these dumb knives on his calves...”

Zenyatta leaned over to look at the paper as Emile made note of Genji’s internal weapon storage, all of which took priority over his circulatory system, which ran in exposed tubes on the outside of his cybernetics.

The human’s fingers drummed on his wooden work table, his scowl returned as he pulled his knee to his chin. The look reminded Zenyatta of when Emile had first been permitted to examine Ramattra. Much like Genji, Ramattra gave no trust to engineers outside himself, it’d taken a long time for the large Omnic to permit Emile to examine him. The two had much the same problem, priority over their usefulness as weapons than their own survival.

Zenyatta’s hand caught Emile’s before it could find itself around his well chewed pencil, “I think this calls for a break.” He chimed, standing from the table, easily pulling the small human with him.

“A break? From what? I’m not working-” Emile’s protest landed on deaf ears as Zenyatta lead him out into the cold of the Shimbali Monastery street.

Somewhere in the distance there was a snowball fight raging, Monks laughing and singing echoed through the mountain, and a troubled ninja sat in his room thinking on his past and what he wanted his future to be.

But none of that mattered in the moment to Emile, who’s cheeks burned red, not from the cold and snow, but from holding the hand of the Omnic he’d fallen in love with.

#Emile's Writing #OH BOY 5AM #self insert #Self ship #B-SIDES BABY MY FAVORITE #I think I originally had more but writing the second one got to me and I forgot literally everything else I wanted to do here fkgjdfkjgkdf #I want to write a Mondatta chapter I want to write a Mondatta chapter so BADLY #but we're just gonna have to wait and see #He'll be back for Genji's surgery don't worry about it #He's too much of a worry wort to NOT be here for Genji's surgery #Zayne writes me way to confident I need to stare at Genji for a solid 5 days beofre I'd ever say I coudl fix him #I maybe could MAYBE but I have to actually look at everything a little closer first fkdgjdfkjg #BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE #Tempted to call it B-Sides part 1 because I can feel it I'm gonna wanna write more of this #We're just gonna have to see #Alright I'm going to bed I have. So much to do this weekend. #I have to see... so many people... aaaaaaaaaaugh