Disclaimer: I don't own the sly cooper franchise but I own the OCs I created and my own weird thoughts.
A/N: This will be a set of random stories featuring Carmelita and Neyla living together if you haven't already guessed. As a little heads up this chapter is set during their training to join Interpol at the academy so they're about 17-18 years old.
Unlikely Confidant
Carmelita slammed the door while muttering a string of curses under her breath. She had just returned back to her dorm after another visit to her parents.
"Sounds like somebody's having a good day" Neyla chuckled as she read her magazine noticing that Carmelita's temper flaring up.
"Shut up Neyla I can't be bothered dealing with you right now" she said while clenching and unclenching her fists, resisting the urge to punch something (or a certain tigress).
"Oh what's got your knickers in such a twist today Ironsides? You and I haven't even had one of our little sparing matches yet."
"Just go away and leave me alone for once."
"Sorry can't, we share a room so you're stuck with me."
"There is no justice in this world."
"Oh I know you love me really" Neyla said as the angry vixen collapsed onto her bed and started to bury her head under her pillow.
Verbal sparring was part of the pair's daily routine. One of them would taunt the other (usually Neyla) and automatically get a response. This could sometimes could last for hours (or until Carmelita decided to either hit Neyla with a pillow or lock her in the bathroom) and made living with each other a lot more fun. So when Carmelita refused to rise to her taunt Neyla knew something was wrong.
When Carmelita was angry most people tended to head for the hills as there had been more than one incident were someone broke down in tears after receiving a death glare as they passed her in the hall. Neyla was one of the few people who were not afraid to be around her when she was angry (mostly because she enjoyed causing it). This however was not like the vixen's usual anger; she seemed more upset than anything.
"Ok what's wrong you're not yelling at me?"
When it was clear she was getting no response she walked over to the vixen's bed to make sure she was heard.
"Carmelita, come on stop suffocating yourself with that pillow and say something before I take it off you" Neyla ordered.
"No go away!" Carmelita's muffled response came through the pillow.
"Sorry what was that?" Neyla smirked as she snatched the pillow from Carmelita's hands.
Neyla had heard Carmelita just fine, but she hadn't complied with the first part of the instruction so Neyla 'helped'. The action had caused the vixen to give her roommate her famous death glare. The only problem was now Neyla was a veteran of the death glare and immune to its effects for the most part and so refused to burst into flames like Carmelita wanted.
"I SAID GO AWAY!" Carmelita yelled as started to cocoon herself in her blanket.
"Why?"
Neyla knew the best way to get Carmelita to tell her what happen was to keep her talking (or yelling). It also happened to be a great way to calm her down. It was a technique that was well practised since they had started living together.
"BECAUSE I SAID SO NEYLA NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"MAKE ME!"
"No" Carmelita groaned as she try to stop Neyla pulling the blanket off of her.
"So do you want me to stay or go?"
"I don't know"
"You don't know?" a confused Neyla asked.
"It doesn't matter what I say you'll do what you want anyway, it's not like I'm in charge of you" Carmelita explained as she finally stopped fighting for the blanket.
"True, now tell me what's wrong with you?"
"What are you a psychologist now?" Carmelita joked "Someone warn the Contessa you're trying to steal her job."
"Now there's that horribly sarcastic vixen I know" Neyla cheered "Now spill, what's got you so upset?"
"Why do you care?"
"Well I have to live with you and I can't have your moping depressing me"
"You know what they say misery loves company"
"I think that's why they paired us up together in the first place"
"Yup Interpol are some bunch of sadists aren't they?" Carmelita chuckled.
"What on earth have we signed up for?" Neyla laughed "Now stop trying to distract me and tell me what's bothering you"
Whilst Neyla exploited Carmelita's volatile nature to get her to open up, Carmelita often used Neyla's weakness for talking to sidetrack the conversation. The two of them had a similar sense of humour and Carmelita liked to use that to her advantage. This time however Neyla had caught on to what she was doing too early for it to work.
"It's just my folks again nothing to concern yourself with"
"What's happened with your parents?" Neyla sighed as sat down next to Carmelita.
She was finally getting some answers from Carmelita and if it concerned her parents it meant they had done something upset her roommate. This was not okay in her book as annoying Carmelita was her job.
"It's just something stupid"
"Which is?"
"You're not going to leave me alone until I tell you everything are you?" Carmelita asked.
"Took you long enough to catch on Ironsides" Neyla sniggered.
"Right I'll give you the short version" Carmelita sighed as she reluctantly gave in to Neyla's demand "Parents out, me angry, me leave, end of short version."
"And now for the fabled long version of said events"
"Do I have to?"
"Do you really have to ask?"
Carmelita's parents were constantly trying to get her to come home, but each time she would return they would usually be at a local bar and wandering back after Carmelita's patience a run out and had went to her room. If she chose to wait she'd usually wind up in an argument with her dad about something stupid. It was pretty clear where she had inherited her temper from, but she gained enough sense from her mum to know when to leave and often tried to deter the fight for her mum's sake.
On this occasion it was different. He had threatened both her and her mum and Carmelita's anger could barely be contained no matter how idle she knew his threats were. It was one thing to threaten her, but her mum was way overstepping the mark.
"He even had the nerve to say he never threatened us!" Carmelita angrily explained tears now beginning to form in her eyes.
"How on earth I did you manage live with that man I know he's your father and all, but still?" Neyla now felt rage building towards this man for hurting her roommate and her mother even though they'd never met.
"That's just it" she sighed "no matter how angry I get at him he's family and I can't help but forgive him eventually."
"I think you're too easy on him, but I've never had a real family so I don't really know."
"You're an orphan?"
"Yes you didn't know?" Neyla asked confusedly "I thought everyone knew."
"Sorry I don't usually pay attention to gossip that much"
"It's okay it's not like I needed them or anything"
"You've never thought what's like to be part of a family?"
"Sometimes, but if we use your logic for forgiving your dad it makes me sound like I'm your little sister" Neyla joked.
"Yes my annoying, questioning, devious little sister"
"Aww I knew you loved me really" said the 'sister' in question as she pulled the older vixen into a hug, both of them laughing at the gesture.
"And she is still determined to steal the Contessa's job as Interpol's best interrogator" Carmelita added to her previous statement.
"Only I'm a lot less creepy"
"That's my little sis."
Carmelita's rage at her father was long forgotten and she was just enjoying Neyla's company. Neyla was just glad to see Carmelita was happier now. The two started to laugh about what the prospects of their new 'sisterhood' entailed.
They may not have always got along but they certainly knew how to cheer each other up. That day they both decided that they'd look out for each other, but they would never stop their rivalry. After all if you couldn't count on your rival to fight with you when you needed it then who else would?
A/N: Thanks for reading this story. There will be more chapters added once I get them out of my head and onto a word document.
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