They say that when people are apart, their love increases. I suppose this could be true…

Unless your girlfriend is a cheating, lying, whore-faced bitch!

Ah, regaining my composure, my name is Sly Cooper. Perhaps you've heard of me? I'm an internationally known master thief. Or… if you haven't heard of me, you've probably heard of my father? At LEAST you've heard of the Cooper family?
Well, if you haven't, my entire family line consists of master thieves, and I'm the last in line, for now. The trademark Cooper Cane has been passed down from generation to generation in our family, and now it is my turn to bear it.

Getting right to the current events, Carmelita dumped me. That bitch! Eloping with that damn lizard! A LIZARD! How was a cold-blooded lizard better than a hot, athletic bad-boy fuzzy-tailed thief like me?

I guess maybe I'm just overreacting. Maybe he's a nice guy?

What am I saying?

Well, our story begins with… I guess when Bentley left the group to start a family. We needed a new member, and badly. They needed to be smart, skilled with demolition, and all the things Bentley could do.

Where were we going to find someone like that?

Well, I mimicked what Bentley had done a while ago to find Penelope and hopped on the Internet.
Holy crap, I am scared of the Internet forever more! It's a dark void just waiting to eat you up!

Nexopia, Myspace, iSketch, Japanese Streets, Lavalife, Chatfriends, you NAME it!

Oh, the chat rooms! Anywhere from 'THEIF CHATZ HEER!' to 'The Underground Formation of Jesus'.

Where was I going to start?

So, I called up Bentley.

"Bentley, I need your help. Since you left the team, things… haven't been going good."
"So I've heard…"
"How did you meet Penelope?"
"Over the web-,"
"Yeah, I know that much, but how? This place is huge!"

"Don't be intimidated, Sly. Okay, type in 'Chat4fun'. Despite the sub-par name, it's a rather good website. Then find the 'Cherry Thief' chat room."

" 'Cherry room?' "

"Just shut up and type it in, Sly…"

I typed it in like he had said, found the website, and entered the chat room.

"Got it… WOAH! Bentley, what IS this?"

"A chat room."

" TooHorny?"

"Sly, just… go along with it."

One again, I did as told. Soon I had rounded up three candidates, surprisingly. One was female from Canada. A beaver, awesome RC skills, demolition, and computer hacking skills to boot!

She didn't like fighting, which was also a let-down, but whatever, Bentley had never really fought either.

Only problem was… she fancied Murray… who didn't really fancy her.

Our next option was a male leopard from Nigeria. He was good at hacking, but a little sketchy when it came to demolition. Still useful, but unfortunately he wasn't willing to move anywhere.

Our last; a male arctic fox from, you guessed it, Antarctica. He was willing to move, and was wealthy to boot! He had awesome computer skills, could fly an airplane, helicopter, RC chopper, and from his description, was good on the battlefield.

His style of fighting was illusion. Well, he said it could be called illusion, but more of just 'cheap tricks'. He'd throw a smoke bomb and then kick the shit out of the enemy, then take their money. Either that, or use his incredible speed to slash the enemy to bits.

Like me, he had a family heirloom he was fond of; a gold, jewel-incrusted dagger engraved with the initials I.A.; Inuktuk Lelletun, His name.

We arranged to meet at the airport on November the 21st, an insignificant date. He was arriving at 8 PM, and frankly I was freezing.

I had wrapped a long white scarf around my neck, white gloves covering my paws, white sweater, and a pair of heavy black pants. Also, just to be safe, I added a wig of messy black hair and large black sunglasses.

I could have spotted him from a mile. He emerged in a crowd of babbling geese and a few families of wolves, as well as a few penguins. He stood out instantly against the rest of the crowd's dark fur.

He was stark, glowing white. High-set cheekbones accented with bushels of bleached white fur, his snout long and angular. His black nose stood out in contrast to the rest of his body, and was as dark as though all the black had been sucked out from the rest of his body and stuck on the end of a long snout. His ears were folded back slightly, hour-glassed by a silver ring encircling the middle of each ear.

His tail, though much like mine, was fluffier, probably softer, and shimmered in the dim airport lighting. It swirled like a silk ribbon behind him and, unlike mine, didn't twitch. Near the end of his tail was a very, very light circle of grey, which set the tail off perfectly.

He was tall and clad head-to-toe in white, spare his sunglasses (the rims were white, however). He sported a long jacket, and under a heavy button-up shirt. His pants were… surprisingly tight and showed off his long legs to the world. His shoes, however were black, but the white pants overflowed mostly over them.

As he approached me, I felt like I was still worlds away from this gorgeous ice prince.

"Are you Sly Cooper?"

I began to stutter, my face felt hot… My cool was gone. Slowly I gulped and forced myself to calm down. I nodded and held out a hand, cracking a smile.
"Inuktuk?" Always ask their identity when they ask yours, just to make sure you both know they have the right person. He cracked a smile and I swear I could have frozen on the spot. (I would say melted, but he was like ice… far too cold for me to melt at.)

Slowly I smiled as well, and he removed his sunglasses.

My GOD was he gorgeous! Piercing blue eyes accented his icy look, and black eyelashes stood out against his white fur, making them seem larger. How could anyone be so beautiful? I removed my sunglasses soon after.

Without warning, he placed a finger under my chin and angled me up to look at him. He gulped and looked up at his eyes. He smiled and let me go.
"Okay, I believe you. Let us go to where you dwell."

So, we did, with Murray at the wheel. Inuktuk took a liking to Murray almost instantly and they began chatting it up. Murray was asking how Inuktuk could possibly live in a place as cold as Antarctica, and Inuktuk shrugged and replied with great pride,

"This is my winter coat. It keeps me warm. But, judging by this weather, I'll be back to my summer self in no time."

He laughed, and GOD did that laugh make me shiver all over. It was like the chime of a glass bell, before it was dropped onto ice and shattered instantly in a musical array of pure beauty.

What the hell am I thinking? He's a GUY! I've known him for like… twenty minutes! Besides, he wouldn't like me. I'm… well, ordinary.

Scruffy short hair, twitchy tail, tiny feet… the only good about my body is my chest, if I do say so myself. But… even my face isn't that good. I'm just an ordinary tramp and he's the gorgeous ice prince who would barely even spare a glance for a commoner such as myself.

"…Next heist?" A large pink head turned about to look at me, and soon after a glistening swoop of white fur.

"Huh?" Inuktuk laughed, but this time it wasn't a good laugh… this laugh, in my mind, was making fun of me. Mocking me whilst I crawled naked in the mud as his shining form stood on a pillar of ice, staring down at me, laughing.

This was not a good laugh.

"What's the plan for our next heist?" Murray repeated, turning back to the wheel.

"Oh, uh… Well, Bentley sent me a newspaper article about a pair of the princess of Iceland's earrings going missing. Apparently they're worth a countless amount of money, and she wants them back. Bentley found out they are currently located in Persia, in the hands of a smuggler, who is breaking off the line of dangling diamonds one by one and selling them for huge amounts of money. Luckily, he's only sold six, which means only one off each string.

'First, we're going to fly to Persia and renting a van and totally rigging it with our equipment. The rest is up to Inuktuk, since Murray and I are too stupid to come up with a step-by-step plan ourselves." I laughed at myself, then blushed lightly under my fur as I realized Inuktuk's blue eyes watching my intently.

Why did I always act stupid around him?

Arriving at the hideout, I realized the place was a dump. I cleared my throat and kicked some pizza boxes from the couch and tidied up the gaming station. When I looked behind me, PS2 controllers in my hands, Inuktuk had gotten to work cleaning. I fixed the controllers, then walked over to Inuktuk and took the various things in his arms from him.
"You don't need to clean up; you're new! Relax and make yourself at home."

As I straightened up, however (he had been crouching, so I had crouched down to his level), we ended up… well, closer than we had intended. I was against the couch, and he was making no move of backing up. I gulped and he stared down at me as I held my arms tightly to my chest, the smell of sweaty clothes reaching my nostrils. I knew that this sweaty smell could not be Inuktuk's smell. I wanted to find out what his scent was for myself. I lowered my arms and leaned forward slightly, sniffing by his neck.

Icy mint that left my nose freezing… A moment later I backed up.
He looked down at me, amused.

"Ah… sorry…"

"No trouble…" He smirked and placed a finger under my chin, ran it along my jaw line, then dropped his hand and stalked away, shoving his hands in his pocket. I gulped and pulled the mess back up to my chest and headed into my bedroom.

Inuktuk… the ice prince, an arctic fox from Antarctica, the heir of the snow, a snowflake… no matter how you described him, we was still ice, he was still untouchable, and I still wanted him.