Stolen Art or Heart?
Part 1
It's around midnight; the streets of Tokyo are cleared. There are only the few drunks stumbling about here and there trying to make their way home. The moon was bright, and yet some streets were dark. These nights were just perfect for the thieves that roamed around at this time of night. Quietly the wind blows through the streets, blowing up dust and some papers that were lying about. The only other thing that can be seen moving is the occasional shadow of a thief trying to make their way through the shadows without being seen. They're covered in dark black clothing with some light highlights of blue and purples in the outfit.
This thief knew exactly what they were looking for. Carefully opening the sliding door to their victims' house the thief creeps in. Their blue eyes dart around the room, looking over all of the paintings. Quietly the thief starts picking up paintings and sketches, sliding them into the nifty sack they brought with them. They were being extra careful not to drop any of the paintings, not only because they would fetch a good price, but, the artist who painted them was asleep on the floor not too far away! The thief grins to their self, a giggle coming from them softly.
"These will fetch a nice price… the boss will be pleased." They mumble to their self as they start packing even a little bit of pottery into their bag. Many of the paintings were of famous people, with a few of friends, and now the thief's latest find, risqué! Their eyes widen at the sight of it, the thief feeling a light blush growing on their cheeks under the mask, placing it into her bag quickly. "This looks to be most of them…!" they speak quietly as they stand up and begin to make their way back to the sliding door. They would have made it out too, had they not slipped on a thing of paint the artist had been using causing the thief to fall.
The artist that had been sleeping jolts awake, eyes wide open staring at the thief. "Hey you! What do you think your doing!" The artist demands as they scramble to grab a hold of the thief's ankle as they try to leave. "Damn it!" The thief shouts as they try their best to grab up the art and make it out the door, unfortunately for them the artist does manage to grab their foot. "Dang it! Let go! I don't want to hurt you but, I HAVE to have these!" The thief's eyes narrow as they ready a dagger.
Too late for the thief though, the artist with a rough tug pulls them to the floor getting on them. "Sorry, but some of those are commissions and I can't let you steal them. A few of them have a due date that's coming up pretty fast." The artist growled out lightly at the thief. "Myaw, cry me a river! If I don't get a good loot the boss is gonna kill me!" with that the Thief with a quick thrust of their body weight starts wrestling with the artist trying to just injure him with the Dagger. With some form of luck the artist manages to get himself around and onto the thief's back, pinning them down. "Alright, fell-…a?" The artists' eyes widen once more at a surprising find…