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The mission went smoothly, luckily.
No casualties. No innocents. No hostages. And most importantly of all, Ace was in his sights.
Thankfully, not once during the mission had the other managed to wander from his view.
Which- to be honest, should’ve been his first hint that everything was probably gonna go to shit.
No mission he had done with Ace had ever gone this smoothly before.
Sabo sighed as he finished tying up the last opposing soldier, his eyes holding warning as they watched him move.
He turned toward his fellow soldier, his partner, with low shoulders. More than ready to finish this up completely and go sleep in bed.
But- he should’ve known he had taken his eyes off of the other for too long. Should’ve known that probably wasn’t the smartest thing he’s done.
He paused at what he saw the other holding with a feral grin, his eyes narrowing on the large dangerous device before they trailed back to the man holding it proudly. “Ace…?” he started cautiously. Ace’s attention snapped up to Sabo, eyes bright like a puppy who just found a stick.
“Oh! Bo! Look what I found!” he beamed as he maneuvered around the dead enemy to get to the blonde. Sabo blinked at the device in the other’s hands as he brandished it for Sabo to see. “It’s a rocket launcher! How fucking cool is that?”
Sabo pursed his lips and stared at the device with poorly hidden comprehension. “Ace,” he started, voice holding a warning.
Ace huffed and nodded, “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m not allowed destructive weapons, but- look at it!”
Sabo's eyes narrowed on the weapon, then on the man holding it, “Ace, give me that before something happens, please.”
Ace pouted and moved it away from the reaching blonde, making Sabo’s frown deepen, “oh come on, Bo! It’ll be fine! Just look, I know exactly what I’m doing-” just as the words left the raven-haired males lips, the weapon fired, making both men duck and whip toward where the rocket went.
Luckily, Ace was pointing up when he accidentally fired it.
…unluckily, they were currently inside of a fucking building.
Sabo watched with wide horrified eyes as a whole was blasted into the ceiling and wall, his eyes trailing after the rocket as it blasted and blew debris all over everyone there.
Instantly, their commander’s voice was on the radio shouting his head off, “What the hell was that!?” their commander, Marco Newgate, snapped, “Outlook! Portgas! Answer me! What in the everloving fuck was that!?”
Sabo’s expression slowly morphed into a dark frown as he turned toward the now sheepish Ace, “Ace,” he started, making the other wince and turn toward him, “you’re dealing with Newgate.”
Instantly, Ace’s face fell, “what!? No! Sabo!”
Sabo ignored him completely and turned to walk out of the room, dragging a few of their prisoners with him as he went.
He would like to claim, not his circus, not his monkey.
But- sadly, that was his fucking monkey.
It just wasn’t his fucking circus.
The End