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Chapter 10: Under the Sakura

Summary:

No pain, no angst, no death. Just a cute one shot of Hanzo and Harumi because I ship them so hard.

Notes:

Ship: Hanzo x Harumi

Warnings: None; Suggestive writing (but hey, who really cares, it adds to the emotion)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The sound of soft humming and birds chirping seemed like peaceful heaven to 25-year old Harumi Hanabira, who sat under a large sakura tree, quietly reading her book. The tree stood atop a large hill, and the sunset was already in motion.

However, someone was moving in the tree. Someone swift and fast. They did not make a sound, moving along silently as the wind took them. Their target? The woman under the sakura tree. Their eyes narrowed as they found her where she was most exposed. They decided to charge.

As Harumi’s fingers danced along the pages, turning them, she saw a shadow loom over her book, blocking her vision. Chuckling softly, she pulled out her hidden kunai under her sleeve and pointed it up at her perpetrator.

Her perp was hanging from the branch of the sakura tree by his legs, upside down like a bat. His bun was close to coming undone as it was being touched by Harumi’s kunai . He chuckled nervously while she gave him a smugly grin.

“H-Hello, Harumi.”, he said, tints of nervousness in his voice, a slight blush forming on his face.

“Hello, Hanzo.”, she replied.

“Uh…”, Hanzo stammered, clearing his throat, “What are you reading?”

“A book called ‘Ikigai: The Japanese Secret to a Long and Happy Life’.”, she explained, getting up and playfully hitting on the head with her book. Dazed, Hanzo lost grip on the branch and fell.

“Ow.”, he groaned, his whole body upside down as he tried to regain his grounding, all while Harumi was chuckling.

“For someone who is quick on their feet, you let a woman sweep you right off it, hm?”, she said, kissing his lips gently, while he returned the gesture. She then walks down the hill, Hanzo following behind her.

“I like your humor, Kana.”, Hanzo retorts, using her nickname instead of her actual one.

“I must be the only woman that can do that.”, Harumi says, looking back at him with a smile, one of many things that throws the man off guard.

“Of course you are, love.”, Hanzo says, truth spilling in his words. If there was one thing Hanzo never lied about, it was the loyalty and devotion to the things he loves. Harumi being one of them.

“So…how was your training with your father?”, Harumi asked. The reason why Hanzo wasn’t around was due to the fact that he was training with his father, Akari Hasashi.

“Um…nothing new…just the same moves.”, Hanzo explained. Suddenly, Harumi landed a playful swing on Hanzo, who dodged it.

Harumi chuckled, and Hanzo returned it, as they both playfully sparred one another. And it always ended with the two rolling in the grass, as Harumi always seemed to pin Hanzo to the ground, pointing her kunai at him.

“Yield, oh mighty warrior.”, Harumi said in a demanding yet soft tone.

“Never.”, Hanzo said, trying not to laugh.

“You should, lest you feel the tip of my blade.”, Harumi retorted, chuckling softly.

“Would you like to feel another type of blade?”, Hanzo replied in a flirtatious tone, smirking.

Harumi, in response to Hanzo’s sleaziness, whacked him with her book. “Hanzo Hasashi, I swear to the Gods, I will leave you.”, she said, the two exchanging a laugh.

“No, you’d miss me.”, he replies with a grin, looking into her eyes.

“I don’t think I would.”, Harumi said with a hmph and looked away.

“Aw, my little sakura ”, Hanzo whispered, “Is someone grumpy?”, he chuckled softly, cupping her cheek with his hand. She, on the other hand, tried not to laugh at Hanzo’s cheesiness. But she gave in and laughed anyway.

“There’s that smile.”, Hanzo whispered. In one swift move, he picked her up in a bridal style, and she yelped in surprise. Harumi laughed at the move as Hanzo peppered kisses all over her face.

“There’s the smile I fell in love with.”, he whispered as the two continued to laugh in their moment of joy. Even though Hanzo was almost never around, Harumi always enjoyed these small moments she shared with him. And he shared the same feelings.

Ever since he turned 18, Hanzo felt obligated to learn how to fight like his father did. While he didn’t want him to join the Shirai Ryu, Akari figured it was best to teach his son how to fight, as opposed to sending him to the Shirai Ryu. After all, if he did, Hanzo would barely see Harumi. And Akari knew how much his son loved her.

To Hanzo’s surprise, however, Harumi can fight as well as he can. Growing up around boys, her mother taught her how to be feminine, while her brothers taught her how to fight. Hanzo didn’t see this side of Harumi until he snuck up on her, trying to give her a surprise hug from behind. Let’s just say, she had leg swept him and nearly choked the man out.

As the night sky illuminated the two, Hanzo carried Harumi down to their small home they moved into a few years after they began dating. Opening the door - well, nudging it open - Hanzo set Harumi down. Closing the door, the two looked at one another with a smile, before sharing a deep kiss, passionate and loving. "Finally.", Hanzo whispered, cupping Harumi's cheek as he smiled into the kiss.

"Eager, love?", Harumi whispered, chuckling softly. Hanzo let out a soft "Hm", confirming her question. Hanzo then scooped Harumi in his arms, confirming his eagerness farther by kissing her face and trailing them down her neck. In return, she lets out soft noises, as Hanzo quickly kissed her lips.

"You make such beautiful noises, my love.", he whispers, giving a grin. Harumi chuckles as her face radiates a soft blush.

"You are the reason, after all.", Harumi whispers back. In their moment of bliss and excitement, Hanzo carries her to their bedroom, where their night ends off in passion and sensuality, both of them not wanting it to end.

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Waking up with a shaky gasp, Hanzo finds himself alone in his quarters, his hair a mess and his heart racing. Raking a trembling hand through his face and hair, he realizes that his nightmare was merely a memory. A very bittersweet memory. He then got out of bed and walked outside.

The grounds of the Shirai Ryu were pretty desolate. The cold air breezed by as Hanzo kept to his surroundings. However, his suspicions of a Lin Kuei soldier on Shirai Ryu territory were low, given that the only member of his rival clan able to even walk through his grounds alive is Kuai Liang. Hanzo continued walking until he reached an area of the compound, and he saw it in all it's glory.

A giant sakura tree, fully matured and in bloom. With a warm smile, he sat underneath the cherry blossom tree, legs crossed. Leaning against it's mahogany trunk, Hanzo took a deep breath, closing his eyes. As the memories-turned-nightmares played throughout his head like an old movie, he felt something delicate land atop his hand. Opening his eyes, he could see a wispy figure of Harumi, looking down at him with a smile. Donning a pink kimono designed with white sakura flowers, he smiled as the two held hands.

His hand, tangible and human, interlocking with hers, transparent and spectered. He missed her touch. The days he got to spend carrying her in his arms, the days he could spend brushing her hair away to see her beautiful face, the days he spent just looking at her for hours, as if she was a piece of art. The nights they spent lying together, the nights they spent holding hands under the light of the moon and stars, the nights they spent in bed in ever-loving passion, caressing one another until the sun rose. He missed her voice. Her sweet and stern voice. The one that caught his attention when they first met as children, the one that sounded like a melody yet emitted like a lullaby, the one that sang such graceful tones, the one that grounded his mind when he was blind in a temper, the one that always responded to his flirtatious advancements. He missed everything about her.

If he could get one day to just be with her, he would not waste a second.

Silent tears fell from Hanzo's face as he took in a deep and shaky breath, rubbing Harumi's transparent hand. She then smiled and reached her hand to cup his cheek.

"My beloved Senshi .", Harumi whispered. And in a flash, she disappeared, leaving a glowing sakura petal in her place. Hanzo took a look at the object, and rubbed it against his fingers. It seemed to emit a beautiful scent. Of the sweet vanilla scent from the actual tree and something…new. It was of sweet jasmine and honey. Something that Hanzo only recognized was the scent Harumi carried all the time. Smiling with tears falling down his face, he gently held onto the glowing petal and decided to spend the rest of his night under the sakura , just as his wife would do when she was missing him.

Notes:

You guys really thought I was gonna end at fluff, huh? >:)

I had some headcanons for Harumi:
- Harumi's last name is Hanabira
- She has a nickname for Hanzo - like how he has one for her, "Kana" - Senshi, which means "warrior" in Japanese
- They are childhood friends (friends-to-lovers trope)
- Harumi, canonically, can fight, but this little HC about her having brothers is my fav thing to write about her

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