It had been the picture on the front page that had first attracted his attention. Black and white or full color, he would recognize that hat anywhere. His eyes skimmed the words, anxious, his heart caught in his throat.
Monkey D. Luffy. Escaped.
Portgas D. Ace. Dead.
How long had it been? How long had he waited and hoped and begged to see them again, even if just one more time? They were his brothers, his life, and the fact that they thought he was dead nearly killed him. All these years, all this time, everything he had done had been working towards seeing them.
But that wasn't enough now, was it? There was the news, plain as day, in black and white. It was something no one could deny. Ace was dead.
Sabo folded the newspaper along its creases, dropping it back down to the table it had been occupying previously. Luffy was still out there. Luffy was alive, and one day, he would see him again. He had to.
The fuck is this shit? Jesus Christ I actually wrote another fanfiction. Please note that this is entirely my roommate's fault for being so obsessed with One Piece it's leaking onto me.
It is the belief of me and some friends that Sabo isn't actually dead, but rather chilling out with Dragon like a boss. Somehow, that influenced this? Yeah, I dunno.