A/N~ Hello! Taking a quick break from 'take me to sea' to bring you some Revolutionaries! I love Sabo and Hack and Koala too much to not write a series of one shots all about them and their antics, and the fact that there are so little fics out there about them is a crime! I originally thought about putting this into the Of Strawhats and Things fic, but I decided this needed its ow thing.

So here you go! These will vary in length and updates will be sporadic, but I hope you enjoy them!

I OWN NOTHING.

Enjoy!

Part 1

At first, like the majority of them at their base at Baltigo, Koala doesn't quite know what to make of their newest recruit.

His name is Sabo, or so he thinks – the poor kid is an amnesiac of all things, and Koala thought she had problems – and is about a year or two her junior, making him the youngest in the army thus far (something that she will lord over him until the end of time because she can).

With the way he dresses – clad in a top hat that's seen better days with blue tinted goggles sitting nicely around the base, a black shirt, blue shorts with a deeper blue tailcoat and frilled white cravat to complete the look – one might assume he's of some noble background, something Dragon had mentioned when they'd first found him. Said articles of clothing are torn or have holes in places, stained with dirt or blood. Whether that blood is his own or not remains to be seen.

That being said, Koala finds it incredibly hard to believe someone like Sabo could've ever been a noble, regardless of his lost memories. He knows how to fight, for one, and fight well, while nobility would never dare get their gloves dirty. He's incredibly agile and strong for someone his age, too, lifting midsized boulders on his back and climbing up rock faces like nobody's business. He's a cheeky bugger, too, always getting into a scrape or involved in some devious deed, most which, somehow, almost always involve embarrassing someone, mostly Hack, because his reactions are by far the funniest, like that time Sabo slipped his belt off and Hack's pants had fallen during a sparring match, in front of everyone.

In hindsight, that was absolutely hilarious.

No one like Sabo could be a noble, that's for sure.

("Sometimes I can't help but think this brat," Hack will say to her a few nights later, the two of them going over training exercises and schedules whilst Sabo drools on the table, dead to the world, "was born to be a rebel. Still wondering if that's really a good thing.")

He hasn't managed to pull anything over on Koala just yet though, and she'd like to keep it that way. Then again, that's only because neither of them has yet to get around to actually getting to know each other.

Hell, they've barely said two words to each other, and he's been with them for about three months.

But it's no big deal, Koala thinks as she returns her focus to the book she's reading, elbows perched on the library table. It's not like there aren't a billion other things they have to do, running a revolution and all.

Besides that, there's at least a handful of kids their age that are all quite friendly with Sabo, and with the way he is – a ten-year-old who'd woken up in the middle of nowhere, no memory of who he was before he'd attained the scars marring at least half of his body – he needs all the friends and support he can get.

Still, she muses, I wouldn't mind getting to know him. Cheekiness aside, he seems nice enough –

"Hey! You're Koala, right?"

Koala's head jerks up in surprise from where her nose has been almost buried into the history book – it's a good read, too, which sucks because she'd let her mind wander and now she'll have to read the whole passage again raaaagh – to find the very blond standing beside her, a wide, friendly smile plastered across his naturally tanned features. A book sits in the crook of one arm, the title reading 'Navigation for Something-Or-Other' that Koala can't quite make out, and he tips his hat to her with the other hand in greeting.

"I don't think we've officially met. I'm Sabo, but I guess you might've heard of me already. I saw you sitting over here and I was wondering what you were reading, soooo…" He tilts his head to the side all innocent like, trying the read the title of her book along the spine. The action reminds Koala of a curious golden retriever puppy and it's oddly adorable. "What'cha reading?"

Koala blinks at him, looks down at the book in her hands, looks back up at the expectant blond beside her. She sees nothing especially devious this time around in his gap-toothed smile or his cerulean blue eyes – blue eye, she corrects, the other one is a murky white due to the explosion that scarred his body and had almost taken his sight.

So she offers him a smile in return. "Just some history on Fishman Island," she replies, "Hack recommended it, it's a pretty good read."

"Well duh," Sabo grins as he pulls up a chair to sit beside her, setting his book on the table. "It's Fishman Island, an actual island under water. What's not interesting about that?"

Koala grins back. "True enough. You'd think Sky Islands would be the weirdest thing but nope. The New World is a freakin' weird place, lemme tell you. Amazing, but weird."

Sabo laughs. "You're tellin' me."

"Wanna take a look? I don't mind sharing." She gestures the book in her hands.

The eager smile she receives is more than answer enough, and he shuffles closer so that they're shoulder to shoulder, eyes bright and alive with a curiosity and wonder that mirror her own.

Maybe, Koala thinks as she casts a glance over at the younger boy and smiling to herself, she'll come to really like Sabo.

She finds her small items encased in jello the next morning.

It doesn't take her long to find the culprit and put her few months of Fishman Karate training to good use on the blond idiot as he begs for mercy through a laughing fit.

Hack is standing nearby along with a cluster of Karate students hiding behind him, shaking his head whilst trying to hide a smirk. Iva is outright laughing at them both. Dragon watches on from the edge of the training grounds, expressionless, but humor glimmers in his dark eyes.

Despite all this, though, Koala finds that still likes Sabo. And as they grow and learn and fight together, she'll no doubt grow to depend on him, and learn to love him in her own way. No doubt he'll do the same for her, because in this wretched world full of slavers, injustices and horror ruled by the Celestial Dragons, they'll need each other.

They'll be partners in crime for sure…no, partners in revolution.

But for now, they'll tussle like lion cubs in the dirt, one yowling for mercy and the other having none of it as she digs her fist into his hair.

Yeah, Koala likes Sabo. But she also likes to hit him.

A/N~ Ah ye, the start of a beautiful, brutal friendship XD

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