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The night had fallen heavy and dark, just as planned. Vox, Ren, Luca, and Fulgur moved like shadows through the back alley of the art gallery, faces masked and eyes gleaming under their black hoods. Their mission was clear—hit the gallery, snatch the goods, and disappear without a trace. They weren’t in it just for the money tonight; this heist was personal for each of them, especially Fulgur.
Inside, the gallery was quiet, with only the faint hum of the security system and the soft glow of priceless paintings lining the walls. Luca gave a sharp nod, his muscular frame outlined against the dim light as he directed the team into their positions. Vox, ever the smooth-talker, had already taken care of most of the guards. Ren had disabled the cameras, and Fulgur was busy cracking the safe where the gallery’s most valuable painting was kept.
"Got it," Fulgur muttered under his breath as the safe clicked open. Inside was a masterpiece, an original painting—something no amount of money could truly capture. He stared at it for a moment, his mind already racing ahead to how Uki would react when he saw it.
"Let’s go," Luca hissed. "We’re not here to admire the art, Fulgur."
Fulgur smirked. “Yeah, yeah, boss. Just thinking of how impressed Uki’s gonna be with this hanging in his place.”
Vox rolled his eyes, “Romantic even during a heist. Unbelievable.”
Ren chuckled softly but kept his eyes sharp, watching their surroundings. "You all can flirt later. We’ve got five minutes before backup rolls in."
The team moved swiftly, packing the painting carefully. As they exited through the back, Fulgur couldn’t help but imagine Uki’s reaction when he handed over the masterpiece. For once, he wanted to see that spark of joy in Uki’s eyes, something that wasn’t tarnished by the mess of their criminal world.
Later that night, Luca had another mission in mind. The heist was just the first part. Now, they were headed to the underground—a convenience store that wasn’t what it seemed. Hidden behind rows of snacks and sugary drinks was an entire network of illegal operations.
“Why the hell are we meeting here?” Vox grumbled as they approached the dingy store.
“Because,” Luca said with a grin, “no one’s gonna look for us in a place like this.”
They slipped inside, Ren hanging back by the door, keeping watch. Luca and Fulgur moved deeper into the store, passing by aisles filled with junk food. Fulgur’s eyes lingered on the Slurpee machine for a second before Luca caught it and rolled his eyes.
As they reached the back, Luca spotted the man they were meeting. The deal was quick, business-like, as the exchange of goods and information happened in hushed tones. Luca’s expression remained cold, calculating, the air thick with tension.
Just as they were about to leave, Luca’s phone buzzed. He checked the screen, and a grin spread across his face.
“What?” Fulgur asked, raising a brow.
“Shu,” Luca replied, showing him the text: 'Can you grab me a Slurpee? Cherry flavor.'
Vox groaned in disbelief. “We’re in the middle of a deal and you’re getting a drink?”
But Luca just chuckled. “When Shu asks for something, I deliver.” He strolled over to the machine, filling up a large Slurpee as if he had all the time in the world, despite the fact they were being watched.
“You’re whipped,” Ren muttered from the door.
Luca shrugged. “What can I say? He’s cute.”
As they were about to leave, the atmosphere shifted. The man they had just dealt with smirked darkly, pulling out a gun.
“Leaving so soon?” he sneered.
Without missing a beat, Luca turned, slamming the Slurpee cup onto the counter, drawing his own gun faster than anyone could react. The sound of gunfire rang out, loud and chaotic in the small space. Ren ducked behind a shelf, Vox darted forward to disarm another thug, and Fulgur took out his own weapon, firing with lethal precision.
When the smoke cleared, Luca was standing there, completely unfazed, wiping some stray blood off his face. In one hand, he held Shu’s Slurpee, unscathed.
Fulgur looked at him, deadpan. “You really kept the Slurpee intact through all that?”
Luca smirked, wiping his hands clean. “Shu’s gonna be happy, and that’s all that matters.”
Later that night, Luca came home to Shu’s apartment, tired but victorious. Shu was waiting for him on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, his eyes lighting up when he saw Luca walk in with the Slurpee.
“You got it!” Shu exclaimed, beaming.
Luca chuckled, handing it over. “Of course I did.”
Shu took a sip, his expression softening. “You’re the best.”
Luca sat down beside him, pulling Shu into his lap, kissing his forehead. “I killed three people for this. Hope you enjoy it.”
Shu blinked, eyes wide. “...You what?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Luca’s grin was playful, teasing. “Just focus on your Slurpee.”
Across town, Fulgur slipped into Uki’s room, the painting carefully rolled and wrapped in protective material. Uki was lying on the bed, scrolling through his phone when Fulgur approached, the weight of the night still on his shoulders.
“What’s that?” Uki asked, sitting up.
Fulgur smiled, his eyes softening. “A gift. For you.”
He unwrapped the painting, revealing the stunning artwork they had stolen that night. Uki’s eyes widened in shock, unable to hide his awe as he took in the masterpiece.
“This… This is incredible,” Uki whispered, his voice barely above a breath.
Fulgur smiled, sitting beside him on the bed. “Nothing less for you.”
Uki leaned in, kissing Fulgur’s lips softly. “You’re such a fucking sap sometimes.”
Fulgur chuckled, pulling Uki into his arms. “Only for you.”
As the night settled, they both knew that despite the chaos of their lives, moments like these made everything worth it.