I fell in love with this pairing c:

Cobalt

Lights, bright as crystals, dotted the horizon. The sky was a dark blanket, scattered with twinkling gems that glittered like black diamonds. In the background hung a perfect round pearl, bathing the city of Tokyo in a brilliant gleam. Skyscrapers upon skyscrapers sprawled before him, opal-coloured neon lights inviting him in.

The masked man grinned. The city was indeed a treasure trove. Turning around, he wrapped himself in his deep blue cloak, the moon at his back as he readied for today's hunt. He leapt, and instantly vanished among the black sea of sparkling diamonds.

Three weeks ago the announcement had been made. Three weeks the precious gem, whose origins existed far beyond the boundaries of Japan, was on display. And only for three weeks, would it have existed in the National Museum of Tokyo.

In the year 2500, such trivial matters as culture and art mattered no longer. The world revolved around power, and power was derived from technological advancement. Looking back to the past was a weakness: if one wanted to survive, one had to continuously look forward. As such, the National Museum, once renowned for its priceless ancient artefacts, was made redundant in this society.

The weathered stone structure with its unattractive cement roof appeared as ancient as the items it housed when surrounded by offices fifty stories higher on all sides. Small and insignificant, the place was close to bankruptcy. In a final struggle against the corporate powers which threatened to dominate, the museum authorities had gathered up the last of their resources to hold a limited exhibition of one of the world's rarest jewels, shipped from the Pacific Islands. It shone all seven colours of the rainbow under the Sun, yet was crystal clear. It was strong, yet beautiful, a much-coveted item by all geologists…

Unfortunately the rest of Tokyo was uninterested.

Seemingly doomed to failure since the idea was even conceived, the exhibition had only raised museum attendance rate by a mere five percent. The gem sat in its little glass case; resting on a stone podium (they couldn't afford velvet). Guards with nothing better to do wasted their time standing around what was in all respects just another chunk of rock to them, defending against non-existent attackers.

Or so they thought.

Barely anybody came to the museum anymore, so there was no reason to steal anything. Security was lax: there was no money, and no real motivation. For three weeks the same three guards had been posted at the exact same places, and nothing had ever happened.

And that's why this will be the perfect heist, thought our mysterious masked man.

Preparations had been underway before most of the population had even heard of the exhibition. The hacked security cameras, the invisible hole in the glass case, the carefully placed audio transmitters, hidden behind grimy window panes that had not been touched in years…

The plan was simple. To these poor slackers with evident lack of training, a direct threat from an unseen opponent would send them spiralling into a frenzy of confusion. They were simple humans, with reflexes dulled from poor use. And in that moment of utter bewilderment, he will strike. A smile revealed perfect white teeth from the man hiding behind said window. They'll never know what hit them.

Yet even the simplest plans must encounter some sort of obstacle.

He smelt the smoke before the guards did. A moment of delayed confusion, then realisation, then full-blown panic as the first fireballs barrelled through the walls. The exhibition room was soon completely ripped apart, singed from corner to corner. The explosion sent the whole building quivering. The three men fled like wild deer, abandoning any sense of duty, dearly holding onto their mere lives, racing for the stairs to take them down to the exit, to safety. They made it just as the ceiling beam crashed to the ground, blocking the stairway.

What in the-? And that split second of distraction was all that was needed for the masked man to lose his grip on the prize. A figure dropped down from the ceiling as the man looked on wide-eyed behind the window pane. Who was the intruder? How he did he get here? Another second of shock, and the case was flung to the ground, the thief making off with the gem. His gem.

The roar of the flames was like a beast. The path downstairs had been submerged in a sea of flickering, furious red. Yet without a moment's hesitation, the figure headed for another flight of stairs.

He's heading for the roof, thought the other man, the victim of a robbery that was supposed to be his moment of glory. Within seconds, he was scaling up the wall, special pads on his gloves and boots giving him the ability of a lizard. As he climbed, he pieced together the puzzling situation. The fire, the other thief…

Realisation came speedily for the man had memorised the layout of the now steadily burning building. There was another exhibition next door: Aviation. Planes from all different time periods had been gathered and put on display as a tribute to growing technology. Even test rides were allowed. Planes, rides, flying… fuel. Suddenly everything clicked into place. No doubt there'd have been drums of the stuff to keep the planes going. A waste really, seeing the pitiful attendance ratings. Yet it was fuel nonetheless. Fuel for the fire raging right below.

And that little thief surely was behind all this. It wasn't hard to designate controlled sparks in this day and age at the push of a button. The figure was slight, an easy fit for a ventilation shaft. The thief must have been lying in wait for the fuel to combust, and headed straight for the gem amid the confusion...

The masked man had finally reached the top and did not hesitate to go straight for the hooded figure who had just opened the door to the rooftop. Spotting his adversary, the thief attempted to flee to the edge of the roof, but to no avail.

The two crashed in a blur of blue and yellow. The smaller figure had his hood thrown back, revealing a shock of yellow hair. The masked man was stunned to find he was just a boy. The blonde gave an animalistic growl as he swiped as his opponent. Dirty fingernails scratched cheap plastic as the other man's mask was knocked off, decorative beads and sequins scattering everywhere.

A struggle ensued, with the boy clawing away with his bare hands as the now unmasked man wrestled him to the ground. Though the blonde was speedy, his physical strength was no match for that of a grown man. His back hit the ground with an audible thud, sending the beads quivering.

All seemed to come to a standstill as sea-green eyes glared up at sapphire ones. The pearl moon illuminated the dominant figure, cobalt hair seemed to glow, and sapphire eyes appeared to shine and sparkle like the gem it represented. A marble face framed the twin jewels, seeming to come closer…and closer.

The boy's eyes widened as he realised just how close he now was to the man on top of him. His nose, his mouth, his eyes… As he stared into those perfect features he felt all other thoughts fly out of his head. All perfectly calculated escape plans prepared beforehand were wiped to a blank slate. His own dazed orbs were reflected in those brilliantly blue ones. For a while, he was trapped, captured, hypnotised. For the first time in his life, he was unable to act, completely powerless.

Then he realised where the other man's hands were touching.

With a powerful kick, the blue-haired man was flung off. The blonde hastily got up and checked his pockets, revealing the sparkling jewel he had stolen, and which the man had just failed to retrieve. Placing the gem back in his pocket, and without a backwards glance, the boy jumped off the edge of the roof.

The man had just gotten back on his feet. Black boots pounded on the cement floor of the roof as he peered over the edge, willing his perfect vision to catch sight of the blonde boy. Realising his efforts were in vain, he stalked back the way he had come, remembering to retrieve the expensive audio devices that had not come in use this time.

Metres below where the man had searched for the young thief, said thief finally let go of his breath, his heart pounding as he heard the boots making their way back along the cement roof. He had sidled up against a window ledge right against the wall, hands gripping against the window frame with his back against the pane. He grimaced at the thought of the grime on the back of his hoodie he would have to clean.

As he calmed down from the adrenaline, he sensed a commotion down below. The fire-fighters had arrived, great jets of water dousing the flames. The museum was saved, for now. The place was done for anyway, there was no way the authorities would have the money to repair the building. A wry smile made its way onto his face as he realised he had just contributed to the destruction of what might have been the most important centre of art and culture in the whole of Tokyo.

Oh well, he thought, none of my problem now. Small hands gripped onto an exterior pipe right next to the window. With a small leap, he slid down the side of the museum and made his escape.

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