Chains (Sabo x Reader)

Prologue

You, a cute, eight year-old girl, were sitting in your family's garden, making paper chains. The warm spring air relaxes you as sprawled yourself onto nature's soft green carpet. The fragrant of small violet hyacinths and vanilla gardenias lofted around you. "Ahhhh! This is the best!" you thought to yourself. Your tutor had decided to take a break and go away for a few days. Even though you had tried to learn, all the math equations and history of the Goa kingdom gets mixed up in your head, so you were labeled as "dull" by your impatient tutor.

"I'm sorry. I simply must take a break from this klutz," your teacher had rudely said, "Your son, on the other hand, is simply intelligent!" She continues on to list the "wonderful" attributes about your brother.

Yes, you were a noble, a lady of the Silvetrim family. But a failure at that.

"Yo! I'm Sabo! What's your name?" A cheerful voice interrupted your thoughts.

Surprised at the sudden company, you stuttered, "(N-name)..."

"What are you doing?"

Not too keen with people talking to you, you look up to see a young boy, grinning with a missing tooth. "Making paper chains...", you mumbled.

"Cool! Can I see them?"

"S-sure..."

"Come on! No need to be shy!" He plopped down next to you. "So, how come you're all by yourself?"

"My tutor and my family decided to take a vacation."

"Without you?"

"Why do you care?!" you asked defensively.

"Uh.... sorry for being nosy..." He looked away, sheepishly. "That's really cool, the paper chains. Can I make some, too" You nodded. He took a blue strip and continued the project.

After linking the paper strips in silence, Sabo stood up. "I'm going to get something! Be right back!" You watch him disappear behind the garden gate and sighed.

"Maybe he left because I was 'dull'." you had thought to yourself

After several minutes you heard a cheerful voice.

"I'm back!"

You looked back, surprise to see him come back. "That was quick...."

"Where I live is pretty near here," He sat again next to you."So what if write things on the paper chains, like our thoughts and stuff like that, instead of just linking it. Then it could be even more special!" Sabo suggested, handing you a pen.

"?"

"Let's see, 'At a garden, I met this nice girl.'" he wrote.

 You blushed. "Ummm... 'I made a new friend'," you wrote back. Then you continue to sketch Sabo onto the paper. You drew his top hat, his interesting blue goggles, and his cute smile with a missing tooth. Sabo watches you, amazed.

"Wow! You're really good!" He exclaimed.

"Thanks!" You smiled back, blushing. No one has ever complimented on your drawings. Actually you had been drawing in secret ever since your mother had died a few months ago. Your vicious aunt, father's sister, replaced your mother in governing the household. The day that your aunt started to "watch over" the household was the day when she had stripped your bedroom walls of the art you had accumulated for the past five years. "You shouldn't waste your time on such ridiculous pleasures!" she had said, as she personally ripped and burned each piece of memories. You cried the loudest when she had teared up the picture you drew of you and your mom in the garden, only to receive cold-blooded slap.

After filling the rest of the paper strips that you had cut out with random drawings and thoughts, the boy and you linked the color pieces together. The chain looked like it stretched a mile! (hey, just look at from a little kid's perspective) Satisfied, the two of you laid on the grass, looking up at the sky. The blonde turned to you and you looked back, giggling.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"Hee hee, you have ladybug on your nose!"

 He looked at his nose. "I do have one!" As he waved his hand at it, the boy took out a pocket watch. "Aahh! It's already this late! I was supposed to get home earlier!" He shot up.

"You're going to go?" you asked sadly.

"Don't worry, (Name)! I'll come back tomorrow!"

"Promise?"

"Promise!"

Your eyes gleamed. "See you tomorrow, Sabo!"

"See ya!" He shouted back, already close to the garden gate.

Grinning to yourself, you took the long chain of randomness and hurried into the mansion.

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Upon your return home, you see your aunt home. Apparently, she had came home earlier from the trip out of town. She was last person you had expected or even wanted to see. You froze. "You're home??"

"(Name)!! Where were you?!?!" The woman screamed at you.

"I-in the g-garden..." You mumbled.

Your aunt's eye burned with anger. "I thought I said that you can't leave this house AT. ALL! You didn't go anywhere else did you?" She paced across the floor. "God-forbid that someone else saw you! What if they saw you and your stupid self!? That would be really bad for our reputation! Your brother will not be able to marry a proper lady!" She continued list dramatically.

OUR reputation. The words stung you. You weren't even considered as part of this family. A high pitched shrill brought you to attention.

"Eeeeek! What is that you're holding? It's filthy!" She shrieked, pointing to the paper chains that you were holding. The long chain had trailed bits of mud and grass into the house. "Oh, this is what I..."

You were cut off by your aunt who, using her handkerchief, swiftly took the memory and threw it into the fireplace, along with her handkerchief. "How could bring such dirty trash into the house?! You..!"

Tears ran down your face as you sprinted out of the room, leaving your aunt hanging.

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The next day, your evil aunt had already left. She had apparently left her favorite evening dress at home and that was the only reason she had came back. Well, that and to yell at you.

Finally, it was the time to see the boy again. You went to the garden, despite the fact that your aunt had told you not to. No way were you going to listen to her! "Yo!"

The boy had already got there before you. He looked at you with a worried expression. "What's wrong? Why do you look so sad, (Name)?"

You swallowed, "My aunt burned it up!" You said as tears started forming.

Sabo, realizing that you was talking about the paper chains they had made the day before, hugged you to comfort the sobbing girl. "It's ok, (Name), we can always make it again. How about if we make it with something that wouldn't get wet? Then we can keep it somewhere outside and then your aunt won't be able to burn it!"

You looked up, "What can we use?"

"Fabric." He replied.

You nodded in agreement.

"Yosh! Let's go find some!"

After Sabo and you had found scraps of fabric, you set to work on the new chain. You redrew some of the pictures from yesterday and Sabo rewrote some of the thoughts. After two hours of sketching and writing, you had a newly-made chain. With the chain trailing behind you, you went to pick a place to hang it up., which was at a tall tree in the behind your home.

For next one and a half year, you and Sabo would meet at the huge tree and each add a strip of fabric with special memory of each day. Afterwards, you would play with each other somewhere else or go exploring. The chain kept growing and so did your relationship with Sabo.