Hanzo Hasashi
He finds you in another universe, engaged (MK1)
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Just how long had it been since he’d seen the curve of your lips, or the point of your nose? What about the way your eyes brightened when he came back from his harrowing missions?
He didn’t get to see them again when he came back from his last mission.
Rain and thunder were one of the many things Hanzo had long gotten used to now as an active member of the Shirai Ryu—but this night—the air felt especially heavy, boots sinking just a little deeper into the damp earth. The walk to the Shirai Ryu compounds was achingly quiet, just ready to be broken by the enthusiastic chirp of his son, or the elated gasp leaving your lips whenever he returned, at any moment.
Then he found you—and his son—strewn and mangled in soil and blood. Deeper into the clan compounds, he found his elders, former mentors, comrades, disciples, children—all similarly debauched in death—and he was the last to be.
It was all at Quan Chi’s command, and his plan demanded the blood of the Shirai Ryu. In his path of vengeance and combat, Hanzo died restless—sorrowful—unhonored within the hellish caverns of Netherrealm.
That was, until, he discovered another timeline. One where it had you. Intact. Alive. Living.
He searched day and night for you, and it didn’t take long before he finally discovered you, engaged to another man—another Scorpion.
You stood at the altar, simply breathtaking in your traditional wedding robes, just as how he remembered when you commenced your wedding with him. Behind overgrown vegetation, Hanzo simply watched. For a split moment, his hand twitched to reach you from afar as if guided by some second nature, as if he had any right to.
A smile graced your perfect lips, but it remained fixed in the other man’s direction, the one who was to hold you, to touch you, to love you. His fist tightened by his side with each revelation.
A trail of hellfire blazed behind him as he invaded the wedding, his fist charged with a raging molten. You wouldn’t be taken away from him again.