CLAIMER : This story belongs to WebWalker756 and SlyGaga.
DISCLAIMER : All the stuff that is related to Sly Cooper belongs to Sucker Punch Productions, LLC and Sanzaru Games Inc.
Although my fellow writer and I did imagine this story together, the idea came from me so I find it reasonable to submit it under my own account. A French version of this fanfiction is now available, given that I come from over there. If you writers want a source for French sentences other than Google Translation, feel free to PM me some.
I am open to constructive criticism, that is to say expressing a point of view with solid arguments and not throwing flames at me pointlessly. Same goes for compliments : as much as I like it when people appreciate my work, I feel upset if I don't know what keeps them interested in it.
You can tell me what you would like to see in my upcoming chapters and I will answer each of you the best I can.
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CHAPTER 1 - IT IS TIME
The moonlight cast down from the starry night sky of Paris, bathing the city below in its subtle radiance. The numerous lights of Paris nightlife rose up in reply ; from shops, from streetlights, from every night-club and building. It was as if the stars had fallen from the sky and blanketed the city, transforming it into an oasis amid the vast shadows of the evening. Perhaps this was what made Paris such a popular vacation spot for lovers : that mystical atmosphere, which offered many possibilities.
Including the chance to repair a relationship when things had gone wrong.
The figure who was perched on the second-floor fire escape of the apartment complex was shrouded in silhouette. He stood in a spot where the city lights couldn't reach, wrapping his appearance in dark shadow. As he approached the window, however, light spilled across a handsome male raccoon in his twenties, clad in a dark blue sweater and a stylish cap. He also wore faux-fur pants that gave the illusion that he wore nothing below the waist ; these deceptive trousers were tucked into sleek boots with padded soles that made sneaking around easy. Finally, his ensemble was completed by a pouch strapped to one muscular thigh, a cherry-red backpack, and a sleek cane with a stylized crescent hook.
Sly Cooper, master thief, had returned.
If he had told anyone where he'd been, they would have thought he'd gone crazy. But it was all true : his being trapped in the past after a climactic duel with the villainous Le Paradox, languishing in the desert wasteland of Ancient Egypt until his faithful friends had come to rescue him. Looking back on it now, it all seemed like a dream to Sly ; travelling through time, meeting his ancestors, helping them in their legendary heists.
But there was one part of that adventure that filled his heart with regret. A mistake that he should never have made in the first place ; one that had almost cost him any chance of being with the vixen he'd come to care for more deeply than anything in the world. And at the very end, just when it looked like she'd been willing to FINALLY hear him out, to reconcile... they'd been separated. Almost forever.
But now it was time to set things right.
How will a certain vixen react when she finally sees Sly again ? Will she forgive him, or hate him forever ? How costly will Sly's mistake turn out to be ?
Find it all out in Chapter 2 : The Waking ! :D