Sister Thieves

By Stu Braxton

Sequel to Daughter of Sly Cooper by Stu Braxton

Disclaimer note: I do not own the Sly Cooper series , but I do own all my characters. Thank you to Wolfkeeper for letting use your character Uta .

Welcome to chapter two in the second story of the series. I am so glad that you guys are reading these stories. please note their is some profound langue in this chapter. I hope you guys are liking my story so far. Please read and review this chapter. Also I crated a facebook page so you guys know when I am going to update. Please like the page for me. It an easy way to know when I am updateing. The page is called Stu Braxton

Chapter 2.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow."

"It wouldn't hurt so much, if you regularly brushed your hair." Mom chided, running the comb through my long tresses. Seriously, she could be a little gentler.

In the reflection of the mirror, Vanessa sat by the window sill, staring blankly at the grey sky. She was all prepped and ready for the party. Her salmon colored dress hung low to the floor, covering her feet, and around her arms was a thin veiled scarf. Her cobalt hair was placed in a tight bun where a few strands fell out defiantly. She almost looked like a princess if it wasn't for the scowl on her face.

As for me, I was going for something a little… spunky (as Mom puts it). My dress was black and blue with a low bodice and sleeves that were extremely tight. The hem reached just above my knee and I wore black flats.

Mom, as always, wasn't kidding when she said she wanted to make us look pretty and presentable for the party. But being beautiful was such a pain. I longed to get into some jeans and t-shirts. "Mother."

Vanessa's voice pulled both me and my mom out of our reverie. My mom craned her neck so she could barely face Vanessa without turning from me.

"Yes, Vanessa?" My mom asked. I assessed my sister in the mirror. She didn't turn towards Mom, but her posture seemed to stiffen.

Vanessa took a deep breath. "Is it alright if I use Grandma's cape?"

"Today?" Vanessa rolled her eyes but she refrained from retorting.

"Yes, is something wrong with that?"

My mom's body went rigid. It took her a few moments to respond. "It wouldn't look right with your dress."

"It practically matches," Vanessa countered, her tail twitching in irritation. I could almost feel my mom bristle at Vanessa's rudeness. I guess that was something Vanessa inherited from Mom. Once she set her mind on something, there was no convincing her otherwise.

"Hey, Mom," I said, turning around in my chair. Both of their heads snapped to me and I squirmed nervously under their heavy stares. "Maybe we could style the cape so it could look…appropriate." Mom's rich brown eyes narrowed down at me. I tried for a smile, hoping to lighten the mood.

She was having some sort of inner conflict because her eyes glazed over me, seeing past me like she was remembering something distant. Mom took a deep breathe and finally said, "Fine." I knew this day was important to Mom but seriously. She made it seem like we were going to meet the Queen of England. Vanessa, for her part, looked pleased. She mouthed thank you to me and returned to gazing out the window.

Her eyebrows furrowed and, in a casual manner, she said, "Oh, and they're here."

Mom turned to Vanessa in surprise. "Right now?" she asked, sounding like she was having a panick attack.

"Yes," my sister said in a lazy drawl. Mom wasted no time in applying the last finishing touches to my makeup. She muttered something about not letting Dad open the door and rushed out before I could even blink. I joined Vanessa at the window.

She looked like she didn't want to leave her seat on the window sill, her hand holding her chin up in an almost bored manner. "Who's that?" she asked, pointing out the window. I followed her finger and saw three figures. Mr. and Mrs. Fox were as intimidating as Mom. Mr. Fox was tall with a set of brown eyes that hardened like steel. His jaw was tight, his blue hair slicked back, and his tuft of brown fur was rough. Mrs. Fox had icy blue eyes and a mane of fiery red hair curled over her shoulder. She must have been thirty or forty but the red dress that she was sashaying in made her look younger. They looked like actors ready to film for a movie. Their resemblance to Mom was almost scary. I couldn't help but think, This is our grandparents? I focused on the third figure. It was a racoon. He looked around my age, maybe a little older.

His eyes were brown, contrasting to his light brown and white fur.. "You know him?" Vanessa asked.

I shook my head. "He looks kind of familiar, though." Something was nagging me at the back of the head. A memory? Where have I seen him before? I shook it off and turned on my heel and retrieved our capes that lay strewn on the couch. We helped each other put the cloak on and I had to admit, it didn't really go with the dress. The color matched, yeah, but it just looked wrong. I didn't want to hurt Vanessa's feelings or worse, anger her so I kept my mouth shut. I felt like a lost puppy as I followed Vanessa out the room. Her back was erect, perfect posture and her chin was up, her eyes holding a defiant glaze. I know she was trying to set up a good example but she looked like she was ready to go to a funeral.

I nudged her and told her to smile but she cocked an eyebrow at me. "Grandma Uta told me that our grandparents from Mom's side are strict," she said.

"How would she know?" I asked. "Did she meet them before?" Vanessa paused.

"Yes, under some… unfortunate circumstances." It took me a few seconds to understand what she meant by unfortunate circumstances but I nodded.

"Well, it doesn't mean we have to be strict," I said. "We have to make them feel welcome." Even if we don't want to but I didn't say that out loud. Something about Mr. And Mrs. Fox (I don't feel comfortable calling them my grandparents) was unsettling.

Vanessa just shook her head. "I'm just nervous." I blinked at her.

"You? Nervous?" It was unfathomable. Vanessa made people nervous, not the other way around. She narrowed her eyes at me. Being the encouraging sister, I patted her shoulder. "Come on. Let's get this over with." Vanessa turned her head and smiled slightly,

"Thank you sis." We walked out the door and to the edge of the banister that ovcer looked the door. As their was a knock at the door. We started making our way down the stairs to answer the door.

Mom just then flew past us making haste to answer the door, nearly knocking Vanessa and I over. "Sorry girls." I couldn't see her face but I can tell Vanessa was rolling her eyes. Mom opened the door to the three figures in the doorway. "Merry Christmas mom, dad," she pause to think of who the third person was, but could not recall who the raccoon was. "Hello mr..."

"Mr. Nickels ," he lowered his head formally.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Nickles. Haven't I met you before?" I see I'm not the only one that seems to might know him from somewhere. I scratched my hair.

"Lizzy don't scratch, it is unladylike." Vanessa chimed in softly.

"Yes, Mrs Cooper, I am in your daughter's english II, my full name is Franics Nickles. "

Mom paused for a moment. "Yes now I remember you." I also thought about it. Yeah he sits next to me in my english. "I have a question Mr. Nickles, why are you at our house on Christmas day?" Mom asked and cocked her head.

"..." Francis eyed away from everyone.

"Carm don't scare the young lad. Dad walked into the room with his looking all spiffy. "It doesn't matter why he is here. For today he is part of our family."

"There is your despicable husband." Mr. Fox said in spite.

Dad took offence and scowled. "And there is your egotistic Father."

"Don't go saying shit like that to a respectable cop, you damn thief." Mrs Fox got in on the action.

"Ex Thief to be exact." Dad fired back at my Grandmother.

Now clearly agitated mom yelled, "Stop it all of you it is Christmas!"

"Ha ha ha," Vanessa started to laugh loud enough that it attracted the attention of everyone. "You got me all nervous and dolled up for this crap." She kept on laughing. "I am not dealing with all you children. See you all later." Vanessa started up the stairs clearly infuriated.

Well this chapter was fun don't you think? I know I had fun making this story. How do you think Lizzy will handle Vanessa's mood? I wonder who Francis is? Who is your favorite character so far? I haft to ask do you think the Sly, Mr. and Mrs. Fox are acting like children? Do you think they were right to be angry at each other? Please leave your comments in your review. Again if you want to ask anything or just want to talk let me know. Rember to like my Facebook page. the page is called Stu Braxton. If you need help writeing your stories send e a messag. I will be glade to help. One more thing before I say good bye for now. I won't update this story again untill I get ten reviews.

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