Disclaimer: You really think I'd be wasting my time with this if I owned the Sly Cooper cast? I'd be making this into a game.
Just Another Day
Sly plopped down on the couch and sighed, his hat falling in front of his face, stopping due to his muzzle. He sighed contently, yet tiredly. He folds his arms behind his head and pulls his feet up on the couch.
"Lazy," Jaz said, shaking her head at her brother.
"Hey, that Kobra guy was hard. Give me a break," he replied, looking at his elder sister with one eye, the other covered by his hat.
"Oh please. You had the easy job. Jaz was the one who fought Miles. Breaking the cloner was nothing compared to that. Besides, she had to fight off all the clones herself once you left," Juan defended.
Jaz blinked at Juan. "Juan, chill. We were just messing around... Since when did you become so uptight?"
Juan blushed some. How could he have been so stupid? Why would they seriously argue over that? He quickly turned and went back to his computer.
Sly held a smirk, one of knowing. It was so obvious. Juan liked Jaz. Though, he had no clue if Jaz saw it or not. Jaz was harder to read.
"So, what do we do now? I mean, Kobra's out of the way: you wanna go on a raid tonight?"
"It's probably best if we stay on the down low for awhile, Sly," Bentley said, rolling up to his friend.
"But staying here's no fun," Sly complained, though he knew his friend was right.
"Play ya!" Murray said, holding up a video game.
Sly grinned and immediately jumped up and ran into the other room with Murray. Jaz chuckled and shook her head. She stood and walked over to Bentley.
Bentley looked up at the female raccoon questionably. "What is it?"
"Juan and I have business. We're going to be out of Paris for awhile."
He wasn't stupid... "You have more enemies to deal with, don't you?"
"No use arguing with him," Juan quickly said, cutting off Jaz before she could deny it. All she did was sigh.
"Alright... Good luck," Bentley said and watched the twosome leave the safe house. He couldn't help but wonder as to what kind of people those two had been involved with...
Tasha sat next to Carmelita as she went on and on, trying to find any information on the female raccoon. So far, she had figured out that her name was Jaz Cooper. She was supposedly deceased at the age of four, but then she reappeared at the orphanage with supposed memory lost. When they finally figured out who she was, her parents were dead; and they obviously didn't think to reunite the two surviving Coopers.
"Thank god for small favors," Carmelita thought as she thought what it'd be like, chasing two Coopers for the past god-knows-how-many years.
Carmelita kept her nose buried in papers for hours. She was so absorbed in learning about the female Cooper. She knew Sly, practically in and out; but she knew nothing of female ringtail. Though she seemed as famous in America as Sly was in Paris.
"Just a bit more...just a bit more information..." Carmelita murmured to herself as the clock ticked ever closer to three a.m. Just then, a hand came crashing down in front of her. She yelped and jumped back, falling out of her chair and hitting her head on the desk behind her.
"Ow..." she said, rubbing the back of her head, ears folded back.
The white pup folded her ears back as well, rubbing the back of her head nervously. Mirror images... just one in pain, and the other nervous.
"Uh, sorry Carm. Didn't mean to scare you... You just need to call it a night," she said, much like a sister or something.
Carmelita glared softly at the Alaskan pup. "Well, I don't have much choice now since you gave me a concussion..." she said, slightly playfully.
Tasha grinned and helped the vixen up. "You're warming up to me," she teased.
She was right. Carmelita was growing closer to her, and she didn't know it until now. "Can you drive me home?" she asked, changing the subject.
Tasha helped Carmelita off the floor, still grinning. "Sure thing."
Carmelita, with Tasha's help, stumbled into the Eskie's sports car. It didn't surprise her. She was young; of course she was going to show off. Well, Tasha set her in the passenger seat. She didn't remember much after that... she just sort of passed out.
Tasha drove to Carmelita's apartment, but once she got there, she saw that the vixen had fallen asleep. She chuckled some. She had been working herself to death. Well, now what could she do?
"Aw, Carm... You better not hit me tomorrow."
Tasha gently unfastened Carmelita's seatbelt and pick pocketed her keys as she picked her up. She really owed it to her Mom. She took Carmelita inside and tucked her into bed.
"Boy... Carmelita's sure heavy..." she sighed and plopped down in the chair in Carmelita's living room. She picked up the remote and turned on the T.V. Least Carmelita could do for Tasha taking care of her.
"Boy, aren't you a little leech."
Tasha jumped and looked at the window. She blinked at the female raccoon. "Whoa! Jaz, you scared me!"
"Keep it down, or you'll wake Carmelita."
"Not likely; she hit her head."
Jaz couldn't help but chuckle. "I see. You really surprised her, ne?"
"Yeah... How'd you know I was here though?"
"I followed you from the precinct."
"Kinda dangerous, ain't it?"
"Eh, what's with a girl seeing her friend's daughter?"
Tasha sighed. "Do you have to bring that up?"
"I don't see what you hate about your mother. Sure, she was a criminal, but you father still loved her. She even gave up crime to be with your dad."
"Still..."
"Oh, come on. Even Carmelita's attracted to a criminal; Sly Cooper."
Tasha blinked. "She is? I thought she was into Detective Juan Wolf."
Jaz chuckled some. "That's a crush. She really cares about Sly, but she won't admit to herself. Much like how you won't admit you care about your parents."
Tasha scoffed and looked to the side, her fangs slightly bared in annoyance. Jaz just sighed and shook her head.
"What? You're not the first cop to have a criminal heritage. Everyone's relatives have been a criminal at one point or another."
Tasha snapped at Jaz, "Don't you dare tell anyone!!!!"
Jaz scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You're paranoid." She swiped a piece of fruit from the table and disappeared into the night.
Tasha sneered at where Jaz had stood and closed the window and locked it. She glanced to Carmelita's door. "Night, Carm," she said lowly and left as well.
Yes, I know, it sucked. But it's a filler and I have the flu. So, give me a break. That and school's sucking out all my creativity.
