I'm only doing one A.N for this because it's a short story. This was an idea Anj and I were bouncing around and I said I'd write it. So here it is! I'm on vacation right now, hiding from family so I have a few more minutes. First, Thanks to samettikettu for betaing for me! And being a sounding board. Second, I'll write more fanfic when I can. CRAZY busy. AND I have SPN con next weekend. WISH I could do OTAKON too, but...
Question of the chapter: "Are you going to a con this summer?" I'm doing Supernatural DC Con with WeRunYonder. She's arriving tomorrow, and we're staying with my cousin... who has a four year old. Save me, please.
"Remind me why we had to come to this God-forsaken desert of a country again, Koala?" Sabo grumped leaning on a decaying wall as he poured sand out of his shoe for what had to be the fifth time that hour.
His companion looked to be no better off with her clothes sticking to her as she fanned herself with her hat. It took away some of the fierceness of the glare Koala was directing his way, "because it is our job members of the Revolutionary Army to check out hot spots and do what we can to help."
Sabo pouted, "who's bright idea was it to come here?" Her scathing look told him it had been his, and he vaguely remembered telling Dragon about Alabasta. He pouted more. "I didn't mean I wanted to come here! It's hot. I don't sweat. This sucks. Revolt and get on with it." He grumbled half heartedly, not meaning it.
"There's a restaurant down that street, let's get you something to drink. And then I'm buying you some clothes that aren't black you moron."
"Black makes me look dashing." He grinned down at her, happily falling into step. For the promise of food and water he would gladly brave the heat a little while longer.
"You're going to roast alive. At least get a cooler fabric, Sabo?"
"Fine, I'll consider it. After we get something to drink. And eat. Man that smells good-" he glared down at the arm across his chest stopping him from going towards the restaurant before looking at Koala. She had paled slightly, watching a gray haired man with a heavy looking jacket step into the same place they were going towards. "Koala?"
"Let's go somewhere else, chief."
"But-"
"That was white-chase Smoker!" She hissed, dragging him away.
It clicked. The whole base had been buzzing about Dragon's little run in with the White-Chase. For a supposedly low ranking Marine he was nothing to scoff at, either. The only reasons he had never been promoted was because he didn't follow orders well and he never left Logia town. So what the hell was he doing all the way in Alabasta? "Is he after us- the Revolutionary Army?"
"Maybe. It's possible. We should stay out of his way just in case." She turned, looking at her long time friend and Chief. "That means no fighting him, Sabo!"
"It's too hot to fight." He said, holding up his hands in defeat. "But if he finds us..." Sabo accepted the slap as his due before entering the tented cafe.