The Man Who Ran Off With The Moon - [ Tsukkiyama Art Thief AU! ]

The Man Who Ran Off With The Moon

Tsukishima's body pitched forward. He thudded hard against the wood of the deck, his ears ringing from the gunshot. Everything was bright and blinding and painful, but he was somehow very much alive.

When his senses began to return, he questioned that judgement, because the scene before him was much too weird.

Yamaguchi was standing over him, gun drawn, pointing it at a figure in front of him. Kuroo was at his side with his own gun, waving it wildly at any guard who got close to them. Kenma was crouched by Tsukishima's side, furiously typing away on an iPhone. Sound faded back in as the ringing disappeared. The guard with the scar on his face leapt forward, but Kuroo warded him off, "Hey, hey man. Back it up. I actually know how to use these now. Kenma?" Kenma nodded at his husband without looking up, "M'almost done."

Yamaguchi grinned, "Perfect."

Tsukishima struggled to sit up. Yamaguchi used one hand to support him, even though Tsukishima tried to push him away. At this point, he didn't even bother with the usual questions of "what's going on?" and "how is this happening?"

He just sighed.

Yamaguchi's gun was leveled on Goda, who's eyes burned with a unique hellfire. "You dare pull a gun on me? This is how you repay me for everything I've done for you?"

Yamaguchi simply stared back, calmly, cooly. Only Tsukishima could see the anticipation that flowed through him. Whatever was happening, Yamaguchi had waited for this moment for a long time.
"You blackmailed my family. You've forced me to do countless things I wanted no part in. You've kept me as your little prisoner for years, taking me away from the person I love the most."
Goda grimaced, then laughed. It was an ugly sound. "Tadashi, none of your temper tantrums have ever amounted to anything over the years. What's so different about this?"
Yamaguchi's grip tightened slightly on Tsukishima's shoulder.
"This time, I'm not facing you alone."

Kuroo yelled in affirmative, holding his gun up towards another approaching guard who quickly backed off. Kenma raised a small hand in solidarity as he put up the phone. He nodded to Yamaguchi, "It's done." Yamaguchi smiled, returning the nod. It was a look of genuine joy. The breeze fluttered through his long hair, before it settled back on his shoulders. With the sun directly behind his head, Yamaguchi looked like some kind of avenging angel.
Goda arched an eyebrow, "What are your demands? Do you want your own house? Less surveillance? Car?"

Yamaguchi shook his head, "I don't have any demands. I have everything I want already."

The older man looked confused, turning his head. "Then why-"

Suddenly, his phone went off. It was an awkward, jingly ringtone that cut through the severity of the conversation. Goda held up a finger, silencing his phone. He moved to speak, but the phone started to ring again. He silenced it a second time, took a breath "Then why are you-"

Briiiiiiing- briiiiiiing-brinng.

Goda looked like he was about to have an aneurysm. His eyes flashed manically. He aggressively turned away from the gathering, "This better be INCREDIBLY important-" The guards shifted uncomfortably, unsure whether to keep their weapons drawn with the conversation on pause. Tsukishima's head hurt, and his annoyance was increasing.

"Should I even ask what's going on?"

Kuroo grinned, keeping his eyes up, taking his job very seriously. He looked almost as collected as Yamaguchi, the weighted jacket cast off, his tattoo exposed. The black line on his arm was fixed steadily in the air. With his place at the bow of the ship, his friend looked like an extra in a high budget action movie.