Sorry, Reality fans. Trey – you know him, you love him – doesn't belong to me, but rather to my girlfriend. She requested that I discontinue Reality because I get credit for him no matter what I write in the author's notes. :/ Anyway, maybe someday Reality will be continued. Until then, I have an OC I made myself long before I even met my girlfriend. I mean, c'mon… can you think of anyone I can use in the actual game? BentleyxSly? HELLZ TO THE NO.
Sly Cooper doesn't belong to me. If he did… Bentley and Murray would be dogs and probably be together. And Neyla would be a boy. (:
My boots were silent on the rain-drenched pavement; my ears laid back and cane poised high in the air as I approached the hook hanging conveniently over the small water canal separating me from the building I was interested in. I winced at the loud clank! as metal struck gold, but I swung across anyway and landed in the windowsill of the tall building I had my eyes on. Above a door I knew to be around the corner would be the stoic black letters reading "Interpol."
I wiped the condensation from the glass window and peered inside. The office looked pretty warm, and it made me subconsciously rub my arms as another gust of wind whistled by. I was pelted by rain in the process and wrapped my tail around my legs in a feeble attempt to preserve a little warmth. My ears perked as three figures stepped in to the office. I recognized two of them. After all, one I had known for years, and the other I had met briefly as I worked for Interpol myself.
The first was Carmelita Fox. A dashing woman, Carmelita had long ago taken my heart in her small hands and grasped it tight. Only recently had her grip loosened and I'd been freed of my infatuation. The other was a short weasel, who I'd never known as anything other than his last name – Winthorp. The third was another fox. He was tall, probably a bit taller than me, with curly black hair that ran down to the bottom of his neck. A tight-fitting black shirt covered his torso alongside a beige jacket bearing the Interpol badge. Lower on his body were black jeans and dark brown combat boots. He looked like he might be related to Carmelita, and yet that would mean I would have heard of him. I never had.
I pressed my ear to the window as they began to speak.
"It's not a problem, now is it?" That I assumed to be the male fox.
"Yes, it's a problem! I don't want to be related to that thing!" Carmelita, obviously.
"Th-that's a little mean, Carmelita. Wh-what did I ever d-do to you?" Winthorp.
I heard a sigh and the squeak of a chair. "Listen, boys. I know Rex's father got married to your mother, Winthorp. I know you're brothers now. But that doesn't entitle me to have anything to do with it."
Another sigh, and then the sound of boots across the floor. I turned my head a little to see the male fox – Rex, I guessed – pacing about the room. "Carmelita, our parents have been married for a few years now. You're still my sister – half or not – and I would like it if you'd come to the reunion."
Carmelita threw back the chair as she stood. "I'm not joining you two for some party filled with short, fat, ugly, smelly, annoying weasels! And that's final!"
She stormed out, and I marveled at my luck. I had only come to make sure there weren't any bulletins in her office on my most recent heist, for it was a bit shameful. But then I'd been able to catch a rather interesting conversation between my ex girlfriend and her supposed half-brother. Apparently he was also in law enforcement, considering the nice shiny badge he had on (though I'd never seen him before).
I shifted uncomfortably and glanced behind me. The water canal gleamed in the moonlight, as well as the sharp hook I'd used to get across it. The rain pelted my face and I shook my head in an effort to get a little drier. Just as my fingers pressed more firmly against the window, it opened, leaving me to struggle for balance in the windowsill. I jolted forward and my nose connected with a soft-furred neck. I glanced upwards, and annoyed grey eyes looked down on me.
"Can I assume you to be Sly Cooper?" Rex asked.
"Now officer, to assume makes an ass out of you and me."
I pushed back, keeping my balance by combining my ability to perform the Ninja Spire Jump and my uncanny act of keeping myself rooted to tiny ledges. I kept my own brown eyes glued to Rex's stormy grey ones. He arched an eyebrow, and I smirked. I didn't jump away from the sill for my only options were to either latch onto the cane hook backwards, which I was unable to do, or to fall into the canal, which was filled with deep water. Curse the Interpol building for being in such a horrible position for me.
"This means I have to arrest you," Rex said somewhat tiredly. My ears lowered at his obvious boredom with the whole situation.
"Carmelita would be more excited," I said with another smirk.
"I'm not Carmelita."
Right. I had almost forgotten, with the resemblance. Ha.
Despite this, I was used to flirting, and I didn't catch myself before saying, "Are you going to enjoy seeing me in handcuffs? Totally helpless?"
I nearly gagged at the slip, but not before I saw his cheeks go red and his eyes go somewhere other than my face. So he swings that way, I thought with interest. That can be an advantage.
Suddenly, his strong hands gripped my shoulders, and I was pulled into the office. I saw Winthorp gasp at my presence. I growled at the fox, and he ignored me and shut the window.
"Carm's gonna rip me to shreds for getting the floor wet," Rex mused.
"That's the only thing you're focusing on?" I asked as I stood and wrung out my hat onto the carpet.
"B-better bust out the Sh-Sh-ShamWow," Winthorp stuttered. I wanted to beat him.
Rex leaned over and grabbed my cane. I snarled, but he still ignored me, instead admiring the craftsmanship of it. I was about to hit him as his red-furred hands ghosted over the wood. A smile touched his lips, and I rolled my eyes and sprung into verbal action.
"You like touching wood, huh?"
He flushed wildly, glaring in my direction with enough intensity to make ice melt. I smirked once more (a trademark, if you will) and put my hat back over the messy tuft on my head. Being wet, most of the tuft still hung in my eyes.
Winthorp began cleaning up the water on the carpet with a bright orange cloth, and Rex put my cane down and approached me with handcuffs. If I fought it, I knew I'd never get out, so I allowed him to pin my hands behind my back and cuff them. I could just get my team to bust me out later.
Rex began to push me forward, and I subtly brushed my tail against his thighs. I'd deal with gays before – it was easy to get on their good side if you got in their head. If he had affections for me, I could get free that much sooner and that would be highly worth it. He wasn't warming up to me very fast, though. He is Carmelita's half-brother, I reminded myself.
He led me to the cells and shoved me past all the ones with other men in them and I went into an empty one. He took the cuffs off gently, much unlike Carmelita would have. I rubbed my wrists as he closed the door.
"What, I get solitary confinement?" I groaned past the bars. Rex merely smirked at me, and yet again, I had an urge to hit him. I sat back on the little cot beside me and began to peel off my gloves. Rex was watching me curiously.
"What?" I snapped.
"It's just that this is the first time I've ever seen you before," He said in amazement, "and I single-handedly arrested you."
"Congrats," I said sarcastically as I removed my boots.
Rex smiled at me – or smirked, I wasn't really paying attention – and stalked off.
"Gonna be a long night," I mused as I lay down on the cot.
A/N: Yaaaay first chapter. Sorry about the name… Rex isn't as creative as most of my names are, but hey, he's an old character. As for his dad marrying Winthorp's mom… hello! Can you say the name Rex Fox without gagging? I can't. Enjoy, mah homies, and please review! Reviews make Trey think about coming back! Okay, maybe not, but they could!