Hiya! I'm doing the stuff. Okay ummm. Yeah this is page 76 in the docs. Yay. I don't know how the length of this chapter will turn out, but I don't know if it will be as long as the other one. (Unlikely?) I finished Sly 3. This is a day after I started writing. Initially I was gonna wait to do Kaine Island since it was like 9 p.m. however, my need to watch cutscenes led me into a no break level which I finished at 11:25 p.m. I would love to play Sly 4 (I have literally watched the playthrough and cutscenes like 30 times.) but I don't have a PS3 and yeah. Unfortunate, but I don't know what to do ;-;. I plan on getting 100% on Sly 3 since I am only at 60% since I didn't buy everything (I found out I have to do the challenges and 80% of me after the gondola mission was like f that and the other 20% was like deal with it.) I also assumed I missed some sort of collectible because I literally saw nothing. Anyways, Enjoy~


-Milo

We arrived back in Paris after a few days of traveling and sleeping. I really wasn't in the mood to do anything after Haiti. The hideout we were in was pretty simple. There is a couch and a tv. A few pictures were hung around the room that seemed to show the infamous trio as kids in their orphanage days. I looked towards the three of them. Murray got a lot taller and seemingly stronger. Bentley didn't really get too much taller and overall, he looked relatively the same. Sly seemed to change a lot. He was taller and in the picture there was this strange type of innocence. I looked back at him now. He and the rest of his trio were talking about something and laughing. He looked at me and motioned me to come over. The innocence was still there, but it didn't seem genuine and almost seemed to be a facade to cover the true emotions.

I walked over slowly looking up at him before he just started chuckling at something. I looked over at Naiya who was drawing on a piece of paper. I motioned her to come over before I turned around and noticed Sly was missing. I reached my hand out slowly before it eventually stopped on something.

"So it's true isn't it?" I whispered to Sly.

He didn't respond to me at all. I just shook my head as Naiya walked over. She had a drawing in her hand and what looked like a photo in her pocket.

"Where did Sly go? I swear I had seen him just a second ago." She looked around the room and up towards the ceiling occasionally.

"Do you have a camera by chance?" I was sort of distracted by the photo to answer the question.

"I do. Why?"

"No real reason, Just wondering."

She just stared at me for a second before shrugging.

"Boo." Sly yelled before appearing back where I had felt him/

A loud scream wouldn't begin to describe the noise that Naiya made. Blood curdling was accurate, but still off. I punched Sly hard in the stomach causing him to double over and collapse to his knees. One hand was crossed over his chest and the other was pushed against the floor as he gasped for breath. My eyes began to burn and felt them morph into a thinner shape.

After a few more seconds, I could feel my eyes return back to their normal oval shape. I knew that when I lost control of my emotions my eyes would start to turn into slits. When Sly scared Naiya, I lost control of the emotions that I had. There was laughter, anger, sadness, evil, and fear now. Anger just happened to take priority when I hit him.

"Are you okay?" I asked weakly.

I started coughing myself and collapsed to the floor. I couldn't feel anything anymore. My eyes likely were red now. My eyes were definitely the most confusing feature on the entirety of my persona. There were lots of colors hidden within the green. My emotions could bring them out to be brighter. Right about now they were probably blue and red because of the anger and now pain and sadness I felt.

Sly had recovered and looked at me. I was on the couch now. Bentley and Naiya were looking over me. Bentley just looked concerned, but Naiya looked angry.

"You've got to take care of yourself, Milo!" She screamed, "You don't even seem to care about yourself sometimes! You should've told us that you got poisoned while in Haiti!"

I stared blankly at her. Poisoned? I hadn't realized, although it explained a feeling of weakness that seemed to come up every now and then. I looked at the clock and noticed fifteen minutes had passed. They must have checked me.

"And you!" she continued. pointing at Sly who was backing up slowly away from her, "If you EVER! And I mean Ever do that to me again. I will kill you!"

I'd never seen Naiya lose it before. Strange. It was just sort of sad. Everyone had something they didn't want people to see. For me, it was weakness, which people like Sly had seen an exceptional amount of. Naiya looked as if she regret everything and was in the corner crying. She was always energetic and happy. Anger was definitely something she didn't want anyone to see. The air was cold. I just stared around and coughed a bit. I didn't realize there was venom in me. After all, this little operation had seemed to go off without a hitch apart from some frustration.

Naiya settled down after a few minutes and went back to her drawing. I rested my head against the arm of the couch and made a move to get up, but Sly and Bentley put an arm on either shoulder to keep me down.

"We should let you rest a bit more. After all, you seem to be really weak right now." Bentley spoke.

I widened my eyes slightly at the thought of being a deterrent. I didn't want to get in the way of a plan or let my mistake ruin the timing of everything.

"No! Really. I am fine, I swear." I attempted to force through the grips into a sitting up position. I felt Bentley back up. I gave Sly a cold stare as he held both my shoulders with his hands. It was a tight grip. The last times he did this I didn't really struggle too much. I pushed against the hold a bit more as I looked at Sly. He gave me a confused look that I couldn't decipher. I didn't know why he was looking at me confused.

"What's wrong?" I asked weakly. The venom was fairly potent once it got going. That or the medicine I had likely received was potent.

"You're eyes… they're violet. Why?"

I just looked at him. I didn't really know why my eyes were violet. I suppose that it was feeling of being scared or perhaps weakness.

"Um. My eyes occasionally change colors when one emotion becomes really... overwhelming. I believe violet is me feeling weak from the venom."

"You know feeling weak is nothing to be ashamed of."

"Yeah! Everyone has an off day." Murray chimed in from a chair across the room.

I smiled at the words. I knew that I was guaranteed to have something bad happen at least once throughout the trip. We were a few months in. It was pretty exceptional actually. A thief theoretically wouldn't make it this far without something bad happening. Although Sly and friends seemed to ignore my theory. Maybe I was destined to be here. Although, destiny, in general, is sort of a superstition and another theory. To me, destiny is just the theory of purpose. For now, this was my purpose and my path.

I looked at Sly again who grinned at me. His worry seemed to melt away with the smile I gave him. I was happy to see him get more comfortable with everything. I didn't know what it was, Sly was just able to make me exceptionally happy without really trying. A simple smile from him reminded me of the better days. He was an amazing person after finally getting to know him. All of them were. Bentley was nothing short of extraordinary. Murray was friendly and easily the happiest guy I have ever talked to. Naiya was interesting. She was strong and although not within the same side of the law, in theory, she was definitely a viable candidate and something told me that when this was all over, she wouldn't shift back to the other side of the law so easily.

After all the excitement I was tired. In the end, I was only left with Sly. With both of us being nocturnal we were more naturally equipped to stay awake around this hour. I looked around the room groggily. Bentley had definitely given me an antivenom and it made me feel what true sleepiness felt like. Sly just stayed perched on the other arm of the couch staring down at me. I just looked back at him without really thinking anything in particular. He smiled at me and I broke out of the trance.

"Are you feeling alright, Milo? You seem to be distracted."

This was true enough. There wasn't really anything in particular that I was distracted by though. If anything else, I was just trying to remember my brother after looking back at him. My eyes were a bit misty from the thought of Jay. Nothing could be done. I knew the limits of time and too much altering that far back could ruin everything.

"I don't know…" was the response I'd inevitably come up with.

Sly wasn't really content with that answer, however. He slid down onto the couch and moved my legs slightly so he could actually sit. I went to sit up next to him, but once again Sly pushed me back down.

"No use in hurting yourself to prove something."

I didn't really know how to feel. Sly laid down sprawled out across most of the couch. Although, due to how short I was, Sly was able to fit on the couch with his head on the left arm. I yawned slightly before falling asleep after a few more minutes of thought.

~Always looking out for me. Annoying at times, but it is necessary I suppose.


-Sly

Milo eventually fell asleep. I didn't know what to talk to him about. He seemed to be in so much pain, but he bounced back very quickly. It was a bit concerning to me. I was the youngest of us in the trio, but Milo felt like he was apart of us as well. It was weird, he was like a little brother. I didn't know what it was, though. He seemed to blindly trust us, although he seemed more afraid of whether or not we trusted him. I knew I could trust him, Bentley seemed content knowing that someone else was watching after me, and Murray was happy to have anyone friendly come along.

There was also Naiya. She had apparently turned seventeen in Haiti. She was outgoing simply put, I didn't know what it was, but I felt like I've known her for quite some time. I just looked over the Lynx who was sleeping in a sleeping bag we had provided. There was definitely a chance she would go back to the other side of the law. It was her choice and she shouldn't feel obliged to stay on our side of the law just because she was with us for a few months. After a bit of deep thought, sleep eventually came, but it wasn't exactly peaceful

The morning seemed to come out brightly and was annoying. There was so much sunlight for the morning. I couldn't be bothered to get up though so I tried to sleep a bit more. I usually woke up last anyways, so I don't know why I had woken up so early. A couple seconds later, I found out what it was. I felt a slight push against my leg. I casually moved them off of Milo. I had rolled a bit in my sleep and ended up mostly on Milo. I looked at him and gave a slight grin, although I was so tired I really didn't know if I could manage it.

"You might want to put your hat back on," Milo chuckled a bit at me. I just groaned in response.

My hair was everywhere and I knew it. I was too tired for this and I needed coffee. For the most part, I couldn't operate in the morning. Even though I would be fine after about an hour, Coffee accelerated the process of waking up. I just yawned and made my way over to a counter that had a coffee machine. Milo stared around the room for a couple of minutes before eventually speaking up.

"Where did everyone go?"

"I'm not sure. They probably left a note somewhere."

I didn't get a response to that. He just looked around and got up and paced around. I lazily completed my task and began sipping the coffee feeling it warm me up on the inside. I just looked at Milo who was groggily walking around in circles.

"Want some coffee," I offered with a grin.

"I've never had it before."

I gaped at him, I didn't know a person who hadn't tried coffee at least once.

"We're going to have to change that."


Giving Milo coffee was not a good idea. It went over in about fifteen minutes. He drank it slowly and seemed to enjoy the taste of black coffee. He finished the coffee in five minutes then another five minutes passed and he got a huge rush. His tail was rapidly swishing around and he basically jogged around the room talking about random things that came to his head. Then all of the sudden after five minutes of rushing he just collapsed. I looked at him on the floor.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

"I can't move… I'm so tired all of the sudden."

"How can you be tired? You were just running around not twenty seconds ago."

"I don't know I'm just so tired." He yawned.

I looked down at him and shook my head. He shot me a smirk before going back to sleep. What a confusing raccoon. Caffeine made him rush for a bit then instantly took away all of his energy. Oh well, I guess I knew a way to make him fall asleep easily.

I picked him up and put him on the couch where he instantly began to readjust. I sat on the other end by his feet and leaned back looking up at the ceiling thinking of everything we had been through. It was all almost over and I knew it. I didn't know what was going to happen after, but I knew it was going to be exciting.


-Naiya

The road to China was a long one. It took quite a while of driving and another flight to get to the mountains that the Panda King had gone to. He had been up in the mountains for a while after the noble class had rejected his fireworks because his of social status. There was just more rich people picking on the poor. Amazing. He turned to a pyromaniac and was practicing his firework technique high up in the mountains in China.

I sat again in the back of the van with Sly and Milo. It was a bit weird having the temperature drop so much within the last two weeks. We went from the heat and humidity of Haiti to the temperate weather of Paris, and now to the freezing mountains of China. The roads (paths?) that we were on could have been much worse. At least it wasn't like Haiti with its tree roots. Although the frozen streets weren't exactly ideal to drive on.

I leaned over the front seat and looked out the window noticing it was snowing lightly. I sighed and looked around as snow slowly began to appear in larger piles. I didn't really enjoy the snow, I didn't really know why I just got annoyed with it after about two days of snowdrifts everywhere and shoveling was such a hassle. Sly was wearing the same style of clothing he had worn everywhere else and it made me wonder if he didn't feel the effects of weather.

I looked at Milo to see him wearing warmer type jacket with a collar and a hood. It seemed a bit fluffy inside but not excessive. It was a solid white and he was wearing white pants. It was a strange outfit for a thief to have in my opinion. Although it was probably reserved for missions in snowy areas. I looked a bit closer at it. There were a few areas where the jacket and pants had been ripped and sewn back together. I wondered what he had gotten into with them. Oh well,

I couldn't tell what it was, but I was excited now. I wanted to go back to other side of the law ideally when this was over. At the same time, I couldn't stand just sitting back and watching everyone else put their lives on the line doing things. In Haiti, I was cut off by the fact that I couldn't rail slide or do anything that Sly could. Since then, he had helped me and Milo learn some things in order to keep up with him. He insisted it was something about helping him perfect his moves by teaching others.

We were all fairly excited for this trip and it was almost time for us to get out. This time, I knew I was going to help. After all, I am just helping a friend reclaim what is rightfully his. Right?


I feel bad. I've been off the grid for like a week and then some. I don't know what happened, I just got soooo busy. Anyways, I intend on writing more, but the next chapter is likely to take a while because I have 3-4 assignments due this week for summer work for all the AP/IB classes. Yay! Next time, China! Cya~