Chapter Text
The hero of Marines, Vice Admiral Garp, has a photo of Sabo as a kid in his wallet.
Now, it's a very cute photo! Cheesy grins, corny family photo outfits, obvious wrangling of rambunctious kids. If it was anyone else, both in owner and in subject, Sabo would’ve smiled and moved on. But it's a photo of Sabo. In the hero of the Marines Vice Admiral Garp's wallet.
What the fuck.
Sabo rubs his eyes and looks at the photo again.
Yup. Definitely still him. He’s lacking the scars that he’s had as far as he can remember, but the face is the same as the one he remembers staring at in the mirror right after his accident, gap tooth and all, beaming in the worlds dumbest marine costumes with two other kids-
A low dangerous voice echo's from behind him “So squirt, what do you have there.”
Sabo yelps and feels the hair on his neck raise. Shit he didn't even notice anyone behind him! “I-” before he can even bullshit an explanation he has a haki covered fist aimed straight for his head. He barely dodges it, Garp crushing the alley wall ahead of him. He throws the wallet behind him as a distraction, although it kind of kills him to chuck the only clue he has away, and tries to scramble up the alley's wall in an attempt to escape, but Garp grabs him by the scruff and dangles him in the air. Garps eyes are shut and he's grinning, but it looks more like a snarl, and Sabo is totally going to die here for stealing a photo of what he thinks is himself.
“SO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST GO RIFLE THROUGH OTHER PEOPLE'S THINGS-”
Garps eyes open and he stares at Sabo. Sabo stares back, feeling a bit more like a rabbit than the chief of staff of the revolutionary army.
“... Sabo” Garp breathes, looking like… well, someone just came back to life after being gone for ten years. “Sabo… WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN! WHY HAVEN'T YOU CALLED!!” Garp yells, shaking him even harder.
“I've had amnesia for over ten years!” Sabo yells as he squirms “I don't know who the hell you are!”
“NOT A GOOD EXCUSE! I'LL GIVE YOU SOME FISTS OF LOVE, THAT'LL SET YOU STRAIGHT” Garp screams, and immediately gives him more head trauma than he already has. Part of him thinks this might hurt more than the original head injury in a way, and that one took the left half of his face along with his memories, and some of his fingers too. Truly damned if he doesn't pretend he's someone else and damned if he does pretend if he's someone else huh.
“WHAT THE HELL GEEZER!”
“WHAT DID I SAY? CALL ME GRANDPA!” Garp yells, who has never told him that as far back Sabo could remember, while putting him into a very grandfatherly chokehold. He's picked up his wallet at some point and is now taking a writhing Sabo away from the alley, still in a chokehold. “We're going on a road trip to see your brothers! That should fix up your little amnesia real quick! And then you can start making up for the 10 years of calls you missed! I didn't steal you so you wouldn't be a Marine!” he hugs and noogies Sabo affectionately in a way that would've been painless if Garp wasn't over 500 pounds of pure muscle, and the whiplash between the gestures from physical violence bring tears to his eye, although he's pretty sure the physical violence is simply part of Garps affection as well. “We have a lottt of catching up to do brat!”
There's many questions going through his head, such as: You steal children? Marines? Why are you such an asshole? But the main one is:
“I HAVE BROTHERS???”
Garp simply laughs at his misfortune while he does his best to tie Sabo into a knot with his own coat. “Of course! I have two other grandchildren you know.” he lifts Sabo onto his shoulder “Hyup! We go!” and books it towards his ship.
Koala is going to give Sabo so much shit for this when he escapes