Sister Thieves

By Stu Braxton

Sequel to Daughter of Sly Cooper by Stu Braxton

Disclaimer note: I do not own the Sly Cooper series , but I do own all my characters. Thank you to Wolfkeeper for letting use your character Uta .

AN: Greetings readers, this is the sequel to my story, Daughter of Sly Cooper. To make sure you understand this story, please read Daughter of Sly Cooper. See you later. Please Read and Review.

"Van?" I shook my sister's shoulder, hoping that she'd awaken from her deep slumber. The strange thing about her was that she slept like a log, and she never stirred once when she slept. "Vanessa? Wake up!"

The vixen moaned, her blue hair spread around her pillow in soft waves. "Go away," she mumbled, pulling the blanket over her head.

"Oh, okay," I said evenly, crossing my arms. "I guess I can have your presents, then."

My method of getting her out of bed worked because she threw the covers aside but I was already flying down the stairs.
"Don't touch my gifts!" she yelled, running after me. I slid down the banister and jumped off at the last step, making a dash for the Christmas tree in the living room.
Trust me when I say that I don't believe in Santa Claus, but Mom and Dad didn't buy us gifts. Then again, we just moved into our new house last month and it took about two weeks to get the furniture and rooms set up. I was afraid my parents didn't plan to buy presents for Vanessa and I, but I was also suspicious that they stashed them somewhere considering that my X-mas list was on the fridge since the beginning of December.
So for the past two weeks, I really wondered if Santa was real because about two dozen presents wrapped perfectly under the tree had appeared overnight. But I knew better. Dad may have quit his life as a thief but he still had his stealth skills.
Vanessa stood beside me, a smile on her face. "Well, would you look at that."

"Looks like you girls were good this year." Our dad said, coming out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his paw. He was already dressed and ready for the party that was being held in our house. He smiled warmly at us.

"Come on!" I said to Vanessa, my striped tail flickering eagerly. "Let's open our presents!"
I was careful when I sat down. Last month, a piece of glass had pierced my thigh and it was still healing. Grandma Uta said not too much movement or else the stitches would reopen, and the last thing I want is getting alcohol on my wound. The burning sensation still haunted me.
I was courteous enough to allow Vanessa to open her present first. This was the first time she was spending Christmas with our parents. She still didn't feel welcome, and sometimes she'd give Mom and Dad the cold shoulder but maybe after today, she'd warm up to us. After all, Christmas was a time where families gathered and bonded with one another.
I grabbed the red wrapped present that had Vanessa's name, and handed it to her. She tore at the reindeer wrapping without checking who it was from. "It's… clothes," she said, without removing the top of the box.

"How'd you know?" I asked.

"It's a box, and it's light. What else could be in there?" she said flatly. I pursed my lips. There was nothing that would please this girl. You could buy her a country and name it after her, and she wouldn't be impressed.

"Well, at least see what it is," I said. "It's from Grandma." At the name, Vanessa hurriedly opened the box. Seems like Grandma Uta was the only one who Vanessa could tolerate, besides me of course.

Vanessa's face softened. "Oh…"

"What's wrong?"

She held up the soft fabric of what looked like a scarf. "It's a cape."
I couldn't help myself, I threw my head back and laughed. The fact that Grandma Uta gave her such a gift seemed so childish.

"This isn't funny," Vanessa snapped.

"She's right, Lizzy," our dad said softly, stepping closer to us. "Back then, noble families wore capes with their family crest on it."

"But we're not born with noble blood," I protested. As far as I knew, our bloodline was made up mostly of thieves. And thieves weren't exactly viewed as "noble."

"Just be appreciative about what you get," Vanessa said distractedly, running her fingers along the soft fabric of the honey gold cloak. "I'm pretty sure Grandma made one for you, too."

My eyebrows furrowed, and I went searching for my present with my name as well as Grandma Uta's. Once I found it, I tore the wrapping and pretty sure there was a dark blue cape with my name sewn onto it along with a raccoon symbol.
"Sweet," I said, smiling at the gift. "Thank you, Grandma Uta."

Someone cleared their throat. I turned around to see Mom standing in a simple dark red gown. The dress hugged her hourglass figure, revealing her slender but toned arms as well as her bare collarbone and the jeweled necklace that sparkled brilliantly. I don't know how Mom managed to retain her perfect physique after she gave birth to us. Sometimes, I thought she was a Victoria's Secret model but her profession said otherwise.

"Girls, open your presents later," she chided, gracefully gliding down the stairs in her five inch heels. "I need to get you girls into your dress, and then I have to apply your makeup. Your grandparents are coming at any moment." Vanessa and I exchanged glances. My shoulders slumped and I groaned at the thought of being pampered up. Our grandparents from Mom's side were visiting for Christmas. I was fully aware that this night meant a lot to my mom because it was the first time her parents allowed themselves to visit. Apparently, they didn't approve of Mom's marriage with a "lowlife."
Mom fixed our dad with a smothering, irritated look. "Sly, fix your tie! Why isn't it properly made? And what is wrong with your hair?"

"Carm, calm down." Our dad said, arching an eyebrow at his wife. He put his mug down on the dining table and took her hands in his. "Your parents aren't coming until eleven, and that's two hours from now!"

Mom huffed. "Doesn't mean that they won't come early."

"Don't worry, mi amor," Dad whispered, his lips pulling up into a playful smirk.
I grimaced. In their eyes, maybe their back-and-forth was entertaining but being their daughter, I felt like a voyeur.

Dad kissed Mom on the cheek. "We'll be ready by then. But Lizzy, Vanessa," he turned to us. "get ready, just in case."

AN: Did you guys like the first chapter in the sequel? Thank you guys for reading my stories. How do you like the characters? Do you guys like the capes? Well this is all I got for you thanks for reading I will update soon. Please favorite this story if you would like. I thank everyone personally for it. If you have any ideas or just want to ask a question please leave it in your review , or just message me. Also good or bad please review it helps me know if I am doing well or need to shape up. I can take criticism but please no foul language.

Love you all. Stu braxton.