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

The Man In The Sky

Harumi Wharf was was beautiful, despite it's weathering. Tsukishima scanned the area, perched on the edge of the coast, the salty night air spinning through his fingertips. The harbor was lined with small clusters of ships, carrying cargo from far off places. It was quiet. All that could be heard was the light lap of water on the side of the concrete. The laborers who navigated the pier had left with twilight, the tourists who crowded the wharf for the Rainbow Bridge, for a distant view of Tokyo Tower, were long gone. The moon sat heavy behind a cloud, shining out over the ocean. Tsukishima looked down at the gem in his pocket, still unable to determine which was more impressive.

Kuroo whistled to himself, kicking at a bottle that had been carelessly left on the ground. Tsukishima frowned, "Pick that up."

Kuroo glared, but humored him. They had not spoken once throughout the train ride over. There were no police sirens disrupting the air, but neither wanted to point that out. Each was too frightened that they would speak of some security and jinx their operation.

Tsukishima leaned back, closing his eyes. The people they were supposed to meet would be here any minute. Nerves sliced through his body. Tsukishima breathed a long sigh, shifting his weight, trying to expel them.

"What are you gonna do when this is over?", he asked Kuroo.

"I'm taking Kenma home, and he and I are getting into bed and sleeping for as long as possible. After that, we can all head down to a police station to get this whole mess sorted out. I've got the flashdrive stored in my room so we can convince them we were coerced into doing this."

Tsukishima nodded. He hadn't even put thought into the whole process of clearing their names, it wasn't like it would be hard to trace the crime back to them, especially with Kuroo's very public destruction of the generator. He was glad to have such an intelligent, proactive friend.

"What about you?"

"First, I'm dragging Yamaguchi into a hospital so he can finally get some proper treatment for his wound before it's too late. After... I'm not sure. As long as I'm with him, I'm happy."

Kuroo beamed at him, surprised. He tipped his head back, laughing slightly. "What?", Tsukishima growled. He didn't like the obnoxious look on his friend's face. Kuroo shrugged.

"Nothing. That's just a really sweet thing for you to say, of all people. I didn't know you had it in you. And... it's been really good to see you happy again, Kei."

Tsukishima flinched away, turning bright red, "Yeah. Well. Whatever. Thanks for.. for being such a good friend through all this crazy shit. I guess", he mumbled. Kuroo comically cupped an ear, leaning towards him, "Sorry, what was that?"

The blond darted back, making a face like he would be nauseous if he repeated himself. It felt good, joking like that again. They were almost in the clear. He looked out over the harbor, gazing out on all sides, the way the land curved to meet the sea. The clouds that covered the moon had passed. The crescent stared back at Tsukishima with cool, measured detachment. Kuroo joined him, reflecting out on the world. Tsukishima shivered against the night air. He wasn't good at expressing it, but he felt incredibly lucky that their lives had tangled into something called friendship. Who else could've done something so completely, utterly insane with him? Kuroo swung his arm around his friend's shoulder's, and for the first time, Tsukishima didn't shove him away.

A black SUV rolled into the lot. The pair stiffened at the sound, quickly turning. Two men in suits exited the vehicle, but they didn't approach. They simply stood, nearly thirty feet away, watching eerily. Kuroo and Tsukishima slowly countered towards them, exchanging a glance.