AN: I do not own any characters portrayed in this chapter except Yellow Fire. He is mine and mine alone. Now I sound just plain selfish -.-' but it's true.
Yellow Fire Chronicles
Book 2: On the Run
Chapter 1: Life on the Road
It's been a year since that event with the Cooper Gang and Yellow Fire was now a darker child (both physically and mentally). His hair was slowly tuning black so it looked as if his DNA was slightly damaged. He was gaining weight from the muscles that were beginning to develop, and kept growing until he found himself being 5 foot 6. His eyes were still blue, but the shapes of his eyes were beginning to change into reptilian eyes and his pupils were slits.
He was still driving the same bus that he used to not only get his ass away from the cops and the FBI a year ago, but he saved the Cooper Gang. He was thinking of what happened afterwards.
He had led the cops away from the Cooper Gang and just kept driving. And after that he began feeling homesick. He missed Inspector Fox. He couldn't help but think, How am I supposed to talk to her? He had a phone inside the bus, but will the government be tapping all the phones of America just to find him.
The question was answered when the phone rang. Yellow Fire carefully picked up the phone to find someone he knew who was talking to him.
"Where are you?" asked none other than Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox.
"You know that they could be tapping the phone," Yellow Fire said, exasperated.
"Who gives a damn?" she asked, "I'm getting married!"
Yellow Fire at first thought that he was going a little crazy from being alone for so long, and then thought, with a smile on his face, I can't believe it, she's getting married to Sly Cooper.
Yellow Fire managed to say, "That's great!"
"And your invited," said Carmelita, excitement in her voice.
At this Yellow looked worried. What if the government was really listening to this conversation? he thought. Carmelita wouldn't be able to tell him where the wedding was.
As if she had read his mind, Carmelita said, "Meet me at the place where we first met, then I can tell you where the wedding is at."
Yellow couldn't help but smile. No one had asked where he and Carmelita had met, the hospital that Yellow had stayed in over a year ago to recover from the drastic surgery that created the person he was today.
Chapter 2: The Reunion
Before he knew it, Yellow had hastily said, "Goodbye," and drove off to the nearest store so that he could by a present for the newlyweds, but the problem was, Yellow hadn't the faintest idea of what to get.
His first stop was the Village of Orange (also known as the Orange Mall), in the city of Orange, CA. Yellow was going to try and look for something that both a woman and a man would like. Unfortunately, he had no luck with that, so he decided to get Carmelita some lotions from Bath & Body Works, and Sly, a couple of used videogames from GameStop.
The neighboring city, Anaheim, was his home town.
Yellow got the chills every time he came to this city, even though he still went to Roosevelt Elementary. He was now a fifth grader there, and well…everyone thought he was the school bully.
Yellow didn't know why but something about him scared the other students. He didn't blame them; if he'd known somebody in the same situation he'd be scared of that person too.
Yellow was on his way to where the hospital was, San Francisco. He was so excited that he was going over twice as much of what the normal speed limit was.
As day turned to night, Yellow pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. His previously Yellow bus was now black and older looking than it had been when Yellow had first driven it. He was the only one there, so he parked in the shadow of the main building, waiting for Carmelita.
It hadn't even been an hour when another vehicle had appeared in the parking lot. Judging by the sound of the vehicle, it was a motorcycle, but it was to dark to see who the rider was. Yellow quickly read the stranger's mind, trying to hear what he or she was thinking.
He was unfortunate when he heard that it wasn't Carmelita, but an agent for the government. Yellow nearly jumped when someone tapped on his shoulder, and a voice whispered, "It's about time. Where the hell have you been?"
Relieved at the fact that it was Carmelita, Yellow said, "Sorry. Where's the wedding supposed to be at?"
"Let's get in the bus first," she replied, looking over at the stranger, "we need to get out of here."
"Alright," said Yellow, quickly as a car pulled into the parking lot, "follow me."
They quickly walked to the bus and got in. Carmelita stared at Yellow, thinking, How and why the hell did he change so drastically?
Yellow looked at her, his blue eyes gleaming in the dark, and again asked, "Where's the wedding going to be at?"
Carmelita shook her head vigorously, as if she had just awaken from a trance, and said, "In Paris. Meet me across from Interpol HQ. I'll tell you there."
"Wait a minute," Yellow said, grabbing Carmelita's arm as she made for the door, "How the hell am I supposed to get to Paris?"
Carmelita had not anticipated this and contemplated the problem. She sat there for mere minutes when a thought came to her. "What if you drive all the way to Alaska and through Russia; all the way to Paris?"
Yellow considered this for a moment. It would keep him out of the U.S. government's hair for most of the time. He agreed with it, said goodbye to Carmelita, and drove off, but as he came out of the shadows he suddenly remembered something he forgot.
He just came out from behind the building and gunshots rang out like a bell. Yellow gunned it and rammed into several cars that had blocked the driveway.
Yellow had just managed to escape and began heading north-west, so that he can get to the western coastline and still head towards Alaska.
The rest of the trip was quiet; only just a few run-ins with some burglars. Yellow had finally reached Paris and was in an ally across from Interpol HQ.
Chapter 3: Paris
Yellow was waiting patiently for Carmelita and he didn't see her until nightfall when she had walked across the street towards the ally. As soon as she stepped onto the sidewalk she stopped at the edge of the ally and leaned onto one of the building's walls, and asked, "You there?"
Yellow cautiously came out of the ally and said, "Yeah. You need a ride?"
"Yea," she responded, "I'll drive though."
They got in the bus and drove off, with Yellow at the wheel (when they stepped onto the bus Carmelita had barley noticed the complicated controls of the bus and allowed Yellow to drive). They showed up at Carmelita's real house, which was a lot nicer than the previous house.
Yellow set himself up for the couch in the living room and fell asleep right away. Carmelita, however, stayed up and couldn't help but stroke his now pitch black hair as he slept. Just wait, Bruce, she thought, just wait until the wedding day.
AN: For some stupid reason I couldn't get the titles to format correctly. Stay tuned.