"A jewel heist?" Gladion repeats quietly as he looks at Moon with widened eyes. Sure, they were criminals, but given their current circumstances there was no way she just muttered that. It only takes another second for his incredulously stare to fall as the unphased girl simply flips the page of newspaper. She actively chose to leave his question hanging.

"Mo-"

She lifts a single digit to her lips, shushing him before he could slip up and call attention to them. They were out in public, only hidden by simple disguises. A good call on her behalf.

She slides a little closer to the blonde on the bench. The glimmer in her eyes visible from beneath the round sunglasses, the undeniable smirk ever present on her lips, nodes of lavender wafting from her hair as she lays on his shoulder. She brings the newspaper up to cover both their faces. "It's not just any jewels," Moon whispers as Gladion peers his eyes away from her face and towards the news source.

"Lona Duo at Large, Again!" He murmurs, before she quietly sighs and nudges his head to look at the article underneath their latest triumph.

Alola Finds Precious Crystals.

Gladion only needed a fraction of a section to predict what Moon was about to say.

"No."

A quick eye roll. "But. I. Want. In." Moon whines with a pout as Gladion shakes his head in disdain.

"There's a bounty on our heads, M-"

She tsks, stopping his name drop once again, as she pulls back on the glasses and folds the paper carefully. He watches her stand as she extends her hand towards him, her eyebrow quirking as if telling him " we'll talk in private." So he grabs a hold, like always, and lets her lead the way back to the Villa off the side of the road.

But as soon as the door closes, all questions are unleashed.

"Moon are you out of your mind?" Gladion screams as she tears off the hat that sat atop her head. "After the Mega Stone fiasco, too!"

His words fell on deaf ears as Moon finishes hanging her belongings with the utmost precision. "Moon, you can't ignore the red flags! All regions have had their police on our tails for years" he pleads before she turns and walks up to him.

Her proximity throws him off as she places a gentle hand on his cheek.

"In 4 years, have we been caught yet?"

Gladion's lips form a thin line, his brows furrowing at his inability to deny her claim. His silence was enough fuel the fire lit inside of her. It was a fire that he himself couldn't dare to put out.

"And are you saying you didn't like the millions that passed through our hands?"

Gladion scoffs at the game she was playing. But at this point they both knew his resistance would be futile.

Gladion needed the money. Moon wanted the notoriety.

And both always got what they wanted.

"Are you sure we'll be okay?" Gladion asks as Moon gives him the sweetest smile she could conjure.

"I would never let anything happen to you."

"Catch," Moon yells through labored breaths as she throws the bag of Z-Crystals into Gladion's arms. The rudimentary alarm of the building was blaring. Sounds of multiple policemen chasing them was undeniable. Their commands of capturing them "dead or alive" was heard loud and clear by the duo. And all they could do was run. Run until their lungs gave out. Run until they escaped with the prize in hand.

Gladion climbs a nearby fire-escape heading for the rooftops of Heahea City, but when he peers down to the bottom of the ladder he notices Moon standing still. Her only sign of movement was her chest heaving to catch her breath, her hair billowing in the wind involuntarily.

"MOON, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he whispers aggressively towards his partner, but she was focusing on something-or the lack there of- the sounds had come to a sudden halt. The alarm stopped, and the footsteps were no longer behind them in chase.

Her head whips up fast, when she hears a grunt and notices Gladion's figure was missing from her point a view.

Pieces of gravel fall from the top, hitting the metal paneling around her, only to be accompanied by a loud crash of glass, a yell distinctively saying "MOON RUN," and then the gunshot.

Moon's stomach sinks as she ignores the verbal warning. She rushes to climb the flimsy ladder as fast as she could, her heart barely able to keep up with the pace.

She steps onto the floor, the sunset glow illuminating everything in front of her. Gladion was there. His face planted right against the ground, a pool of red liquid confirming her worst thoughts. Right next to him was the bag she just threw up; the Z-Crystals scattered and now broken.

Moon feels a sob lodge in her throat. The threat of tears brimming in her eyes as she turns to leave the scene. If the footsteps ended below her, they were bound to be up here soon. One of them had to make it out, but a low chuckle interrupts her plan, and her grieving.

"Looks like the second part of the Lona duo finally came to play," she hears triumphantly alongside the cocking of a gun. She stands absolutely frozen as the footsteps draw closer and closer before he soon makes his way right in front of her. The light draws her attention to his police badge, the name "Sun" engraving itself in her brain, before he pulls the trigger ending the crime spree.