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

The Truth of Us

He was guided to a side street in Shinkuju. Night had arrived with swift grace. The snow had ceased falling, but it had driven most of the city dwellers inside. It was the greatest prolonged quiet Tsukishima had ever experienced in Tokyo, like the whole world was listening. His chest heaved with effort from running. The streetlights carved a landscape of shadow into the narrow alley, immense swaths of light framed in dark. Tsukishima looked at his phone, eight pm, exactly.

Where?- there.

He felt infinite and light and good, because Yamaguchi was there, at the other end of the alley. He was panting equally hard, his body slowing from the run. Yamaguchi looked up, and their eyes met, illuminating the other from within. Tsukishima was overcome by his own enchantment with this being in front of him. Just seeing Yamaguchi here, now, eclipsed everything, all the bad, that had happened. There was forgiveness that Tsukishima hadn't realized was crucial to their reunion, but he discovered it in that moment. He felt reborn- not just to Yamaguchi, but to himself.

He was ready.

They looked at each other and laughed a little bit. It was all dramatic, and a somewhat silly, but it was them.
Yamaguchi walked toward him, his feet careful and hesitant. When he was close enough to touch, he dipped his head, embarrassed.

"Tsukki.. I am a liar. And a thief. But I- I can't stop, I am unable to stop loving you. I hope you can have me, as I am. Even though I don't-"

"Yamaguchi, shut up."

Tsukishima tipped his face upwards. He took a second to capture the way that Yamaguchi's brown eyes glittered in the streetlight, and then he kissed him. His mouth moved passionately over his, urging apart his lips, stripping away any fear that remained. It was kiss that could shake the very moon from its place in the sky, perfect, soul-searing, complete. When they finally parted, he held both of Yamaguchi's hands close against his chest.

"I have no idea what tomorrow will bring, or a year from now. Hopefully, we can finally have the peace we deserve, but if not, if we have to get into some other kind of craziness again, I won't mind. As long as you're with me, I won't mind one bit, because I know I just want to be with you."

He wrapped his arms around the shorter man, squeezing him tight. Yamaguchi's arms were around his waist. The snow was falling a bit again, spinning in the narrow light. The two men held each other so tightly. Yamaguchi made a muffled sound against Tsukishima's sweater. He released him, fingers still tangled together. "What did you say?"

Yamaguchi blushed, laughing. "I asked, what do you want to do now? We can't stand here forever."
Tsukishima shrugged, pulling him into another kiss. "We could."
He ran his fingers through Yamaguchi's hair happily. It felt so good to have the other man leaning against him. Yamaguchi smiled, shaking his head.
This was it. This was finally it. This is us, and this is our life now. Together.
Tsukishima snorted, removing his phone from his pocket. His face hurt from grinning so much. It was a foreign sensation, but one he could get used to. He looked at Yamaguchi.
"Do you want to go get dinner? That's what I was doing, before Kuroo told me about your letter. I ran over here before I could actually eat."
"What letter?", Yamaguchi frowned. "You were the one who reached out to me about meeting?"
Tsukishima shook his head, slowly. "I didn't-"
Yamaguchi instantly stiffened, wilding looking around, "Get down."

"What-"

He forcefully shoved Tsukishima down onto the snow dusted pavement, standing over him, sizing up every inch of the side street. A small knife had found its way into his hand, mean in the harsh lighting. "Where are you?" Tsukishima could see his own frightened expression on its polished surface.