FelidaeGod: This Fanfiction is going to be written by both Slylady345 and I. Chapter 1 was written brilliantly by her, and I'm hoping that you will all enjoy, read and review each of our chapters. We do not own Sly Cooper or any of the merchandise/franchise. This piece of literature is merely for entertainment purposes, not profit. Enjoy reading!

Chapter 1: Sly to the Bone

The whole concept of thievery was that somebody off the streets stole something, and got away with it; or the not so lucky ones didn't. Cops and robbers, a common and beloved game was developed after the first item from a small town drug store was stolen. Soon many people amongst society began this unlawful profession, and it caused an uproar from the people who found it utterly inhuman.

They knowing that this thievery wouldn't stop built a bases of what we now call Interpol. Training people to control the criminals all around the world, and dubbing those said people, officers, and upholders of the law. Though as it was soon seen, all thievery couldn't be wiped out. So taking it in a stride, they accepted that not all criminals would be captured and sentenced to a long life in prison.

However, one vital thief escaped their sights in the very place were riches are most commonly hidden, Cairo Egypt. The thief in question was a servant of the pharaoh, and went by the name of, 'scum' though his real name being, 'Slytankhamen Cooper, the second'. Stolen from his home at birth, he was raised to work for the greedy, savage pharaoh. Not agreeing with the harsh and violent rule, he rebelled.

On a clear and starry night, the servant snuck into the very room the great king slept stealing the very crown he wore everyday. It didn't take long for the guards to catch wind of the thief, but every time they made a grab, he disappeared into thin air. Most guards kept small journals on their person, and they said this exactly, "The thief was a servant of the pharaoh as we could recognize, and was armed."

Indeed the thief was armed with a bent crowbar in the shape of a question mark, the guards weren't to intimidated so much as by that, but more so his combat technique, "I saw the raccoon with my very eyes grab the golden crown, and tried to stop him. Though as soon as I approached the ruffian went clear, there was no trace of him! I rubbed my eyes, and before I could yell to my fellow men, he cracked the cane over my skull."

The heist was very interesting, and raised a lot of attention. Most believed the guards had lied about the thieves ability to disappear into thin air, one of these people being, Arch Duke the Third. A rich noble man in the town of Marksmith, he boasted that no thief could get through his security, and welcomed the invisible raccoon thief to try and steal his most prized possession, his daughter.

To his utter disbelief, the duke awoke to find his beloved daughter had been taken in the night. After the incident, the thief offered to let the beauty go; she refused to leave his side, and confessed her love for him. The pair of thieves soon had a child, which began the unfathomable Cooper Clan itself. Slytankhamen realized that there would be more Coopers to come, and decided to build a vault.

Traveling to a distant, and abandoned island he started to build a vault to store the Cooper fortune in. However, he was killed at a young age of twenty-four, along with his wife, by a rival who'd seen his work. The villain was non-other than, Clockwerk. He had, had the spotlight for centuries before the raccoon had made an appearance. His abilities were not of the norm, and were feared by most of the world.

Deciding the child of the now murdered parents, was meek, he let the child go. The child went on to find a large journal written in by his father, and began to read. Reading it proved to be a very worthwhile thing, the journal held all his fathers' techniques, and a constellation of all his adventures as a master thief in the Cooper Clan. The child learned from the book and began to develop his own fighting styles.

Soon generations went by. The Cooper members piling their knowledge into the book; as well as traveling to the deserted island to add to the vault; and finish building it. The journal was soon a novel of the Cooper Clan, and was named, The Thevious Raccoonus by Rioichi Cooper, the creator of the Ninja Spire Jump. Many admirers of the Cooper Clan, as well as enemies tried to copy the techniques.

No matter how hard they tried however, only two techniques could be done by the norm. The rope walk being one, and two being the ability to jump off of skyscrapers without breaking a single bone in their bodies. They tried others but soon admitted that the Coopers were in fact, the only capable clan to ever master these death defying fighting styles. The Cooper Clan was named the number one Clan.

As the Clan grew in history wise, their heists became impeccable to crack. They were masters that not even the most skilled officers could catch. Each Cooper added to the book for centuries to come, worked on the vault, and continued the line on in pride. Though, even if they were the best, they sometimes had to join together in other leagues to conquer a problem, and that's exactly what the latest of the Cooper Line would be doing.

"Sly!" A loud and nasally voice screamed into the thief's ears, more so a device in the raccoon's ear. The thief who had been grabbing, "Danite" a famous painting from Italy, jumped, thereby dropping the ancient painting with a resounding crack on the floor. His sweaty palms clenched tightly and the thief re-gripped the painting whilst calming himself before even thinking about replying to his partner.

"Damn it, Bentley!" The raccoon replied in a harsh whisper into the device clipped to the collar of his shirt, "You about made me destroy the most expensive painting in Italy!" While saying this he checked the painting over for any cracks, or injury to the skillfully drawn painting. The only thing he found was a small crack in the frame of the left side of it, though it was small it made the thief growl in frustration.

"What's the matter with you, sitting duck?" The turtle retorted using the code name for Interpol avoidance purposes, "You're usually the one telling me to calm down, and your sweating so much is coming through your sweater!" After which saying this, the nasally and nerdy voice began to evolve into laughter. The noise irritated the second speaker and he rolled his eyes being annoyed fully to the point of no return.

"Listen Bentley, Carmelita's stepped up her game ten fold, and I'm just trying to be cautious." The thief excused his nervousness. While still speaking to the genius turtle through the communicator, the raccoon made his way steadily down one of the winding marble hallways of the museum. Cases littered here and there were no help to him, and he had to go even slower not to trip alarms on them.

"What ever happened to living on the edge? Or chillax pal, I got this?" The mocking tone ringing through the thief's ears with a sort of amusement, "You seem so different, sitting duck. Have all those shock pistol blasts made you aware that you shouldn't flirt with an Inspector with a gun? Or is for the fact that you're done with your tail twitching?" More laughter was issued after the continuous jokes.

"Maybe it's both Bentley." The master thief replied rolling his eyes again, passing a skull exhibit, "She obviously will never love me, so flirting with her is pointless. As for my tail, yes, I would like it to stop twitching because it really isn't too attractive to the ladies. The shock pistol blasts haven't made me scared by the way, it's the girl holding the thing that shoots them, that worries me more so."

"I told you, sitting duck." The cracked voice replied, "A thief can't be in love with a cop! You should look in the thief category like I did for Penelope." When the genius said this, his voice had a hint of, 'I have a girlfriend and you don't, ha!' in it. The thief instead of taking offence began to laugh, though quietly as possible due to the voice sensors set up for stupid thieves who talked to themselves while stealing.

"Oh yeah, that was a catch." The thief joked, "They say the first one is always the best." Now the thief knew that was a really harsh joke, but the turtle knew he was joking, plus the little brainiac needed to know that the thief was still the most powerful chick magnet. Lugging the painting was starting to get heavy as he turned down the second to the last hallway, but he just kept holding it knowing it would pay off in the end.

"Hey!" His companion yelled in his ear once again, the raccoon jumped again, and started cursing under his breath, "She's not my first girlfriend, also, I never seen you with another girl besides your dysfunctional relationship with, Inspector Fox." He had him there, nobody had ever sparked with the thief more than Carmelita Fox, however, she didn't share his feelings in romance, so they just played cops and robbers, and left it at that.

"Okay, okay." Sly sighed again rolling his eyes in a annoyed manner, "Girls have been attracted to me, is what I meant, though I did not usually share their feelings, because...of Carmelita." Turning down the last hallway the thief let out another sigh, ever since Kaine Island and the whole amnesia fiasco, the fox hadn't spoken a word except 'freeze' or Spanish cursing. He didn't blame her one bit, but he'd become lonely without her.

The two had formed such a great relationship, and now all that was in the past. Why did Clockwerk have to ruin everything? That's the reason he'd had to leave, Clockwerk. Even from the grave that owl knew how to make somebody's life a living hell, and considering he was a Cooper, he got it ten times worse. He'd quit working as Carmelita's partner, and joined back up with the still together Cooper Gang.

Apparently the blueprints for the parts of Clockwerk were stolen again by KLAW Gang wanna-bees. Though they split up into different places, as organized crime members usually did, they kept in close contact, and had tighter fortresses than Sly had ever faced in his whole career of being a Cooper. Ironically enough their leader was the Father of Arpeggio, and the genius definitely ran in the family.

The guy was resourceful, clever, and could spell out disaster for the world because of his own wishes to dominate the world.
From what Bentley had found out, they were planning on building the parts in a couple months of time. In all honesty, the Sly Cooper was stressed to the limit. He couldn't imagine all the heists that would have to go into this, nor could he imagine being chased down by a silent Inspector Fox for one more day.

'The inspector besides being silent was vicious now' Thought Cooper as he struggled to hold the painting any longer, 'I wish we didn't have low funds, and I wasn't here stealing this painting…who knows what she could do!'

"Look, Sly," The turtle began, interrupting the raccoon's thoughts, "Carmelita isn't good enough for you, you'll find somebody a heck of a lot better than the trigger fingered fox. Tell you what pal, tomorrow night, you, me, and Murray will go out." This again caused a small quiet laughter to erupt from the master thief's lips, and make him stop holding his stomach in pain from the task of holding in most of the laughter.

"Bentley, I know you think I'm attractive in all, but why get Murray involved? You and me can be alone all by ourselves!" The raccoon's sarcasm ever present, and his charming smile showing under his lips, "Oh, and you didn't use the code name." He could picture his nerdy friend rolling his eyes at the sarcastic banter, and could in fact hear the genius give a long sigh on the communicator.

"Real funny, sitting duck, hilarious." The master hacker replied in a bored tone, "Back on subject, are you almost out of the museum Mr. cautious?" The raccoon could hear the typing of computer keys as his friend began checking for any officers, or alarms once again. Propping the painting on one knee, the raccoon opened the front door. Not surprisingly the alarm began to blare in a loud, and obnoxious rant.

"Yeah," The master thief responded, "Get the van over here, pronto." To his response he got some muttered cursing from the genius, and a, 'hit it Murray!' as well as some more cursing, plus typing. Switching of the communicator he stood simply in front of the large building giving a sigh, looking like a child waiting to be picked up from school. As he stood he could still hear the alarms blaring.

Though to his dismay, he heard two more alarms join the first. The two new ones hummed in harmony whilst the other didn't, and the raccoon could feel his heart becoming heavier. He knew exactly was responsible for the two new alarms, and couldn't stop himself from shaking. Giving a loud curse he began to run with the painting, no longer in the presence of cases to dodge, he found himself free to be careless as possible.

"Sly! The cops are arriving!" Bentley yelled out breaking the quietness, besides the alarms in the background, "Murray and I are approaching your position. Get ready to jump in, and quick! They're hot on your tail!" The master thief felt a sarcastic comment coming on, but decided against saying anything but a small, 'okay', and silence. He didn't like talking during chases anymore, and kept silent even as he saw the cops on the rooftops.

"Freeze, Cooper!" A Spanish accented voice broke the steady beat of his running, and also the person owning said voice, jumped in front of him. Her pistol was in front of her lit with blue from being charged up, and she stood in a sort of 'L' stance balancing her weight seventy-thirty, "Put the painting down, Cooper, and put your hands above your head!" The demand wasn't followed as the raccoon simply stood there.

"You better listen Cooper, there's no way out." Another female voice came from behind, showing that she was partial Indian. Carmella Rodriguez was behind him with a gun shoved into his back with a roughness, "Put your hands up, or I'm going to make sure that you never have a chance to do such an action again!" Threatening a Cooper got you nowhere, they were as stubborn as a bull, maybe even more so.

Even with two guns pointed at him the raccoon was calm, "I'm sorry, but I can't do that." The thief said chilling the air with vibrations with his suave voice, "I've got a very expensive painting that needs to be held." Sarcasm usually was a bad choice for somebody in his position to be using, but with his experience he'd earned the right to use it willy-nilly as much as he wanted too; and did in fact use it for such encounters.

"I'm giving you to the count of three, if you do not comply, Officer Rodriguez, will shoot you." The fox replied steadying herself more calmly in her stance. The thief took heed to her warning, but didn't raise his hands even as her lips parted to begin counting. He'd been in a similar encounter, minus the extra cop behind him, and she'd given him ten seconds; after which he'd kissed her, and left her cuffed to a metal railing.

"1."

"Wow she was true to her word, now wasn't she, oh and she's actually talking to me for once." The thief thought with his own sarcastic tone.

"2."

"Well, this is were things get interesting, I've had a bad streak lately, and I'm not continuing it." Determined the raccoon prepared himself in his own stance, a fifty-fifty stance, his fists clenched at his sides.

"...3." The fox's voice dropped as her pistol exploded into rapid fire at the thief in front of her.

Cooper dodged easily, and managed to even dodge the shot to his back. Though Carmelita and Carmella cornered him on the right side of the building, there being no buildings, lines, or poles for him to use to his advantage. The raccoon thief didn't surrender but simply let his arms come out to the sides of himself, and simply allowing himself to fall backwards. The Interpol officers eyes widened as they saw him fall down into the dark alley, only to be caught by non-other than, Murray.

The purple hippo then proceeded to sprint to the van parked a couple feet away, place his friend in, and jump in the drivers seat before the officers could even blink. Scrambling after the van by rooftop, they soon lost sight of the van; accept a darkened outlined figure of it in the distance. The two cops growled in frustration, and Carmelita's head tilted backwards and she yelled out her defeated call, "I'll get you, Cooper!"

"Where's the painting?" Murray asked from the driver's seat, suddenly aware that his friend had not brought the painting with him. The raccoon smirked and pulled the painting out of his bag. It looked to be in mint condition and Bentley began to hurriedly check it over. "Wow…" The hippo snorted, "That things uglier in person."

"It may be ugly, but it's worth a boat load of cash!" Bentley laughed, "And it's just enough money for me to get all the things for our next venture." The trio high-fived before settling down in their seats. Murray and Bentley kept exchanging glances at one another afterwards. The hippo motioned with his head for the amphibian to talk to Cooper about what the two had been hiding.

Bentley gulped and nodded, "Uh Sly…now that our…um…money is set, I was actually wanting to talk about something with you…" In response the raccoon shook his head up and down signaling the twenty-two-year-old turtle to continue. "Well you see, Sly, um…I…was thinking maybe…we could use more help…with this…"

The raccoon raised his eyebrows, "Like whom?"

"I actually had a candidate…" The turtle mumbled, "I know you don't really 'like' him, but…"

"Who is he?" The thief asked cocking his head wondering who it possibly be.

"Well we got a large group already as you know, but I think this guy could really help." The turtle paused, "I know you don't like him…but he could really help-"

"Bentley get on with it!" Cooper shouted.

"A Felidae Gang member…"