《The Fish and the Riverman (Mchanzo fanfiction)》Fishing Together
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Hanzo woke up once again disappointed that he wasn't in his own watery bed, but he still felt the warmth of Jesse's arms around him. The warmth brought him comfort. He turned over and saw McCree open his eyes. He seemed to grin at the sight of Hanzo.
"Mornin darling."
"Goodmorning, cowboy."
"I got early work. I'll see ya later." McCree pecked Hanzo's forehad and hopped out of bed.
He headed down to the docs just before the sun rose. He grabbed a cup of coffee inside the doc house. As he drank he heard the door open. It was Jacob. He stepped inside and smiled when he saw his best employee.
"Ha ha, bright an early as always!" Jacob said cheerfully.
McCree grinned back.
"Mornin' boss."
Jacob walked up patting McCree on the back and hopping up to the bar next to him.
"We need to talk, my friend."
McCree looked at Jacob curiously. He took a sip of his coffee and turned towards Jacob.
"Bout what, J?"
Jacob bit on a cigar and lit it.
"About your little friend."
"Hanzo?"
"He's mighty talented if he can control a great white."
McCree scoffed.
"It's true, the guys got talent."
"He's cute too."
Jacob gasped staring at McCree.
"Wait what?!"
Jacob chuckled taking the cigar from his mouth.
"Don't tell me ya like the guy?!"
Jesse blushed hard into the edges of his jacket trying to hide his hot face. Jacob pushed him further.
"Have you been sleepin with him?! Ha ha! This is so good!"
McCree started to grow annoyed. He growled under his breath and jabbed his finger into Jacob's side.
"You better not say a word about this to anyone!"
"Are you shitting me?! This is way to embarrassing to share with anyone. Don't worry McCree."
McCree sighed.
"He's just so mysterious."
"Well, we can agree on that. He kinda just came outta no where." Jacob said. "It's strange. Where'd you say he was from again?"
McCree gasped trying to make up something.
"He-he's a fisherman from Japan." McCree said flustered.
"Ya don't say. Well, I gotta go. Good luck out there today. There's supposed to be nicer weather than yesterday."
Jacob got down from the bar stool and left the doc house. McCree narrowed his eyes wondering how long he'd be able to keep Hanzo's secret. He finished his coffee and went to the Cascade. He continued to fish behind the island of Doragon. He was lying to Jacob, but it was where all the fish were at. McCree casted his net out once again. He sat down and worked on his Hanzo sketch. He couldn't get him out of his mind. They both had strange feelings for one another that they couldn't understand, but he felt like he knew what he wanted. McCree's gaze went up from his drawing pad as he noticed his net hook was missing. He gasped and hit his forehead knowing he'd left the hook at home. He took out his phone and dialed his home phone.
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Hanzo at McCree's cabin was startled by the loud ringing of the phone. He gasped nearly falling over. He went over to the sorce of the noise to see a green light blinking on the device everytime it rang. It rang again and Hanzo covered his ears. He finally pressed the blinking light and heard a voice.
"Hanzo? Hanz ya there?"
Hanzo stared at the phone in shock.
"McCree? Is that you?"
"Yes, Hanz."
"How did you get in there?"
"What? Hanz listen darlin I..."
"This strange device is so small. How did you get in there? Are you trapped Jesse?!"
"Hanzo no. I'm on the boat. I'm calling ya from my phone."
"I-I don't understand." Hanzo said curiously looking at the phone.
"Nevermind that darlin, just listen. I forgot my net hook this mornin. It's in the closet by the front door. I need ya to grab it for me and I'll meet ya by the dock in 20 minutes."
Hanzo nodded staring at the phone. He narrowed his eyes.
"Can you see me McCree?"
"Ah, no I can't. That ain't how phones work pumkin. I'll see you soon. Make sure you hang up the phone before you leave, and also make sure you're wearin clothes. Ya seem to have a habit of taking them off."
"Um, how do I hang up, Jesse?"
"Press the red button."
Hanzo pressed the flashing red button on the phone. It beeped once and he could no longer hear McCree. He stared at the device curiously again.
"Interesting."
Hanzo found the hook and headed down to the doc. He found Jesse's docking area and saw the Cascade minites later.
"Thanyou so much Hanz. You're a life saver!"
"You know Jesse? I could help you fish if I had my bow an arrows. They are back at the moon pool."
Jesse put his finger to his chin thoughtfully.
"Y'know I don't really work well with others, but that'd be real nice of you Hanz. Hop on."
Hanzo smiled getting into the boat. They drove to the island. Hanzo went into the cave and found his bow and arrows by the moon pool. He came back and McCree dropped anchor. He threw his net over and sat down in his chair. Hanzo watched as he leaned back letting the sun catch his face.
"Is this all you do?"
McCree lifted his hat a bit to look at Hanzo.
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"Yeah, pretty much. Fish are kinda stupid."
Hanzo frowned starring at McCree with narrow eyes. McCree gapsed relizing what he had just said. He sat up flustered and waved his hands towards Hanzo.
"I-I don't mean all fish y'know! Just the ones that aren't merpeople!"
Hanzo chuckled under his breath a bit.
"You are not wrong Jesse. It was stupid of me to fall for you humans. I've always looked down on them, but I guess I should be thanking you. You have shown me a side of humans I never thought I'd seen or even thought existed. It was my stupidity that is making me fall for you McCree and I'll admit I don't know how to express my feelings properly."
Hanzo turned towards McCree. He stared curioisly back at him.
"I'm sorry if I seem to be rambling, but I never usually get the opportunity to think out loud."
Hanzo loosened an arrow and aimed it towards the water. He watched several fish swim by, but kept his eye on one of them. He took the shot and caught a fish. McCree looked at Hanzo's arrows.
"Are those the arrows you shot Lucas with?"
Hanzo looked up as he pulled his arrow feom the water. A fish was pierced through the end.
"Yes?"
"Are they poisonous?" Jesse asked.
"Yes, I dip them in sea dragon venom. Why do you ask?"
"They were wondering why Lucas was havin hallucinations. I thought he actually saw something, saw you even, but his imagination was a lot more powerful."
"Hm, pitty."
Hanzo threw the fish onto the deck.
"I'm going to try and fish from the beach for a while. Do you have a bucket or a net?"
"Um, yeah. There should be one in the chest over there."
McCree pointed to the tan chest in the corner of the boat. Hanzo walked over and opened the chest. There were several types of nets and tools imside, but he looked to the side edge to see a small sketch book. Hanzo grabbed it noticing a page it was already turned to. He blushed a bit realizing it was a drawing of himself. He smiled mischievously at McCree and held the notebook up.
"What have we here, Jesse?"
McCree turned and stared at the notebook in shock. His face went red with blush. He was flustered and ran over trying to take the notebook from Hanzo's hands.
"I-it's nothing! That's just a drawing! It doesn't mean anything at all!"
"I highly doubt that, McCree. Heh heh!"
Hanzo teased him around keeping him from taking back the notepad. McCree kept trying to reach for it.
"C'mon Hanz! It's not even you I was drawin!"
"Are you sure? It looks very similar to me though. Almost uncanny. I'd like to meet this person. He looks very handsome. Ha ha!" Hanzo teased.
"Give it back! That's my privacy, fish boy!"
"Let's see if you can reach it, riverman!"
Hanzo held the notebook high above his head, but looked up forgetting that he was shorter than Jesse. McCree chuckled at him and grabbed the book.
"Damn it."
"Don't touch my shit!"
Hanzo crossed his arms. McCree looked away still looking flustered and very embarrassed. Hanzo sighed.
"You want to explain what that was McCree?"
"Isn't it obvious?! I like you alot Hanz! I drew a damn picture of ya in case your face was erased from my mind! I-I don't wanna forget about you Hanzo! You leave in 12 days! I might as well enjoy my time with you while I got it!"
A few tears rolled down Jesse's face. He looked away from Hanzo sobbing hard and crossing his arms to fight the pain in his heart. Hanzo looked solemnly at him. He walked up placing a hand to Jesse's back.
"You are not the only one who doesn't want to forget. I too wish to never forget you Jesse McCree. I fear that my feelings will consume me and I won't be able to tell what I want from what is right. I feel it is right for me to return back to the sea, but my heart is telling me to stay here with you. I am struggling to make a decision. I didn't think it would be so hard, but I am starting to believe that my decision is obvious."
McCree sniffled and looked over his shoulder at Hanzo. His words were sad and cut off.
"How so?"
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