Disclaimer: I don't own any Sly Cooper characters; they belong to Sucker Punch/Sanzaru Games.
Claimer: I own all of my original character.
Author's Note: I've been mighty silent for over a year now, due to mostly university related occurrences, but over time I do hope to gradually get back in the swing of things and begin writing at regular intervals again. So, in hopes that returning to writing will happen soon, I wrote this little one shot to help explain my absence and my hopeful return to my passion of writing.
For Now
"It's been a while." I turned, hearing that oh-so familiar voice behind me. I chuckled, quickly shoving my paws in my back pockets as I rested my shoulder against the dimly light street lamp.
"Indeed it has, Cooper. Quite a while." Sly gently pressed his palm above my head, looming over me as we made eye contact.
"Over a year now," he continued, "and I must say, Mademoiselle, you're still just as pretty as the last time I spoke to you." With a coy smile he nudged me and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the raccoon.
"Well now you're just trying to flatter me," I paused, coming to terms that I would have to explain my absence, "I suppose you may want an explanation. I can't say I've been the best at keeping up recently."
"I thought you had disappeared. I woke up one week and you were nowhere to be found. No note, no warning, just…poof. Like you had stepped away from you life and just left."
"Well, you're not wrong, Sly. I've been absent. I've been silent. I haven't been keeping in contact. Although I have been keeping my eye on you," I pressed the tip of my finger to his nose, gaining a soft chuckle from both of us.
"So…what happened? The news has been quiet; you haven't stolen anything in quite some time now. Interpol has even removed you from their most wanted list." he furred his brows and flicked his ears towards me, ready to begin listening.
"It's simple," I said, "I've lost interest. I don't anything driving me to steal. Nothing is driving me to do much of anything lately."
"So you've given up on thieving for good?" he adjusted himself, clearly uncomfortable with that notion. We are each other's best competition. But with my absence, I haven't been much of anything recently. I've just had no will power to do what I love; to do what I feel is my passion and best talent. I've still been around, lurking in the shadows, creeping around corners, and keeping tabs on everyone, but just haven't felt bothered to set foot to ground and begin thieving again.
"No. No not yet. Let's just call it a vacation. I'm more or less trying to find myself in the world we now call home." I said softly, picking myself up from my post.
"You're leaving?" He asked, concerned as I began backing up, heading towards the shadows cast by the moonlight buildings.
"For now…but I'll be back. I promise." Once the darkness has consumed me again, I fled. I was in a slump, but I did promise myself I would return to my former self. But for now, I let my feet carry me where they wished.