Okay, I know it took a while, but here we are, at the end of the fic (it's been way too long, if you ask me -.-" but at least this is the last chapter) that's not saying that I won't continue Sly Cooper FanFiction, but I have about three other stories in other areas I'm working on that anyone is free to look at (just go to my profile page, but I'm sure you knew that already). Once those are out of the way (or close to it) I'll definitely start up with Sly Cooper again (because it's just too awesome of a game series to ignore).
Okay, I'm babbling waaaaaay too much, so let's move on, shall we?
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"Hello out there! This is Dora Myers from channel twelve news, bringing you the latest in breaking news and updates from Monaco, France! Today in sports, we'll discuss the worldwide known superbowl prank pulled this year and how well the college basketball teams have been fairing in comparison to the NBA. But in other news, our top story headline for today was the arrest of Czechian Underworld crime lord Damian Medora, who has been charged with twelve accounts of arson, seven accounts of possession of a controlled substance, nine accounts of grand larceny, thirteen accounts of murder in the first degree, and over twenty accounts of resisting arrest and escaping police charges . The Czech police have assured channel twelve news reporters that the crime lord has been reprimanded and sentenced to death. And now, the local weather forecast-"
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"Brad…the baby that I carry…is yours."
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"Here's the wind-up…and the pitch…IT'S A HOMERUN LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
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"Humankind cannot gain something without first giving something up in exchange. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is Alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange."
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"Damn it, Murray, will you cut that out? It's hard enough to concentrate when you're clicking at that damn remote every three seconds!" Bentley finally said after thirty minutes of Murray's non-stop flipping through channels in a vain attempt to find something good on to watch.
"Ooh…anime porn…"
Hmm…seems Murray didn't hear a word of what Bentley said.
With a groan of frustration, the turtle turned back to his download of the bootleg copy of 300 he had managed to find in the internet just as the Spartan army began to run into the oncoming onslaught of arrows that nearly blotted out the sun.
"DUDE, MURRAY WHAT ARE YOU WATCHING?"
So much for enjoying a quality blockbuster hit in the comfort of his own home.
"Nick, calmly walk away from the living room. Don't bother coming back for another hour, at the very least-"
"Mmm…oh, ohhhhh, OH-!"
"You know, on second thought, wait for me!" Not even waiting to stop the movie on his computer that he was TRYING to enjoy, Bentley waddled as quickly from the living room as he possibly could, dragging a confused Nick behind him. "Phew, at least we won't have to worry about Murray for a while (I assume he'll be a bit…occupied…for a little bit). In the meantime- hey…where are the others?" Nick shrugged as he opened the refrigerator, taking out the last one of Art's mint mocha Frappuchinos. He raised one finger pointedly, as if to count something off.
"Sly said he was taking Carm out somewhere," Nick added another finger to the first. "Guru's in the dojo meditating," Another finger. "Penelope's in the garage upgrading her biplane for reasons God only knows, and…" Just as he was about to add another finger to represent the last member of the Cooper Gang, the poor guy was clocked in the head with a well aimed –and rather heavy- paperweight, sending him sprawling to the floor. Bentley blinked in surprise as Artemis walked in calmly, picking up the glass bottle of deliciously cold coffee from the counter where Nick had placed it.
"I'm just walking in here to reclaim the last of the mint mocha Frappuchinos before someone," She glared pointedly at the boy sitting on the floor. "decided to claim it as their own. But now that that's settled, I'll be going to my room now." As the said teenage girl turned and started heading toward the stairs, Nick sprang to his feet.
"That's not fair! I had it first!"
"If you want it so badly, then you'll have to beat me at Super Smash Brothers Brawl before you can get any!"
"…So…you're asking me to play with your Wii…?"
"…"
"…"
"…Just shut up, you sick perv."
"Whatever, but I still get to be LINK!" Bentley just shook his head at the two teens before going about his business and started heading for the garage to go over…stuff with Penelope…
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"Sly, where exactly are we going, and why, for that matter?" Carmelita huffed as she and Sly walked hand-in-hand aimlessly down the quiet streets of Paris. Instead of replying, the raccoon smirked and tugged her hand toward him, as if asking her to come a little closer (which she had no objections to). For a few long minutes, neither said anything, enjoying the comfortable silence as Carmelita placed her head on Sly's shoulder.
"Do you still have that promise ring that I gave you? You know, the blue one from a year ago?" Sly's voice seemed distant, as if in deep thought as he broke the silence. Carmelita nodded against his shoulder, her fingers intertwining with his as they continued to walk down the street.
"And the locket you gave me a year before that." She added quietly, almost dreamily. Sly's heart warmed at that, so he gripped her hand a little tighter in happiness.
"You remember what I promised, right?" Again, she merely nodded, noticing that he gave her hand a tight squeeze of reassurance, but of what she was uncertain. "And you know that it's the truth, don't you?"
"Of course, silly, but what is this all about?" She mumbled against the fabric covering his shoulder. Sly reached in his coat pocket, the one that was on the opposite side of his girlfriend, pulling out his closed fist, careful to conceal what was inside of it.
"It's about this," He brought his arm over to that his closed fist was in front of her, opening it to reveal a white gold ring with a heart diamond at its center, at either of its sides, were two more smaller circle diamonds that complemented it nicely. Carmelita gasped as Sly's hand tugged on hers so that they stopped walking. "I promised that I would love you, and I still do. I just want to make it official by means of marriage…if you…I mean…gah, I suck at this." Carmelita giggled despite the tears collecting at the corners of her eyes. "I mean that…that I want you to…I mean…will you…will you marry me, despite the lack of a long and sappy speech that I came up with but forgot…?" The vixen at his side laughed under her breath before embracing him, nodding her answer. He grinned before he brought her hand up and slid the ring on her left hand ring finger. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he led her home, as her head returned to his shoulder. Nothing more was said between the two for the entire walk home, and quite frankly, nothing needed to be said for that matter.
"Hey, Sly, when do you think we should tell them? About the engagement, I mean." Carmelita asked as they rounded the corner toward the hideout.
"Why not today? I mean, it's not like they didn't know that I wasn't going to propose to you or anything." She nodded, glad that they didn't have to hide anything from their friends and eager to tell them about the proposal. "Here we are," Sly muttered, opening the door and walking into the hideout. "It seems peaceful enough, so why not tell them now?" Sly asked, noting the quiet in the hideout. Carmelita agreed happily. "It's settled then. I guess they guys and I are gonna have to start-"
"DAMN IT ARTEMIS, GIVE ME A MINUTE TO GET BACK UP!"
"OH PLEASE, IT'S NOT LIKE IT WOULD ACTUALLY HELP YOU ANY AT ALL! YOU SUCK AT THIS GAME!"
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD SAY THAT! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND MY FEELINGS!"
…was there any more need of an explanation?
Nick raced down the stairs, sobbing about how it wasn't fair and he should have the frappuchino because he had it first, followed calmly by Artemis, happily sipping at the mint mocha frappuchino that she had so very easily won.
"DAMN IT MURRAY, WILL YOU CUT IT OUT WITH THE ANIME PORN ALREADY?"They heard Bentley's voice screech over the…-ahem- noises they heard coming from the television in the living room. Just when they thought that it couldn't possibly get any more chaotic (or perverted), Penelope walked by with a certain glow on her face, her hair wild and messy, as though she had just got some (and by the looks of things, they wouldn't be shocked if she had), mumbling a hello to them as she giggled almost drunkenly and continued toward the kitchen.
"You know, then again, there always was a time and a place for everything...how about we tell them after dinner…?"
"Yeah…dinner…"
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It's finally finished…-tear- I never thought it would end…-sniff- but I enjoyed writing it so much! –Sob- ah well, please review on the story! Oh, and flames will be laughed at, then used to make ramen noodles, so just don't bother with that.