Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece.

Warning: Angst/Drama story. It's getting a bit more light though, so not too angst-y for the overall story, but this chapter might be a bit more dramatic. Also unintended OOC and minor grammar problems(I check, but some just slip by). Oh, and long chapter is looooong.

Author's Note: I finished my essay earlier so I ended up working on this earlier than I expected. It also helped that I had half of it done since last week. Thank you so much for the wonderful feedback! And a slight spoiler, Marimo sighting soon.

About the eyes, I actually had an internal conflict of whether I should go with blue eyes instead of brown, since I knew that they were different. I both read and watch One Piece, but I read it more, so I decided to go with the brown eyes. Also, last thing I watched is Film Z, she had brown eyes there, so I took that as a sign. Hope it's not a big bother or anything .

Flashbacks are in italics.

Kuzan held the boy close to him. He was already a teenager, yet this is the first time that the former admiral has seen him cry. His body shook with his sobs, gasping sobs "I thought you died." he repeated, hugging the older man tightly.

"I'm not that weak boy" he said, patting the teenager's back "Don't write me off that easily."

Saul nodded, his sobbing ebbed, but his grip remained the same.

He didn't mind, he held the boy close. The first time he has seen him cry, it seemed odd to him, but at the same time, he felt loved.

"Is he having lunch with us?" five year old Saul asked his mother. He was trying to whisper, but Kuzan heard him.

It has been a few weeks since their first meeting in Barma, and she had finally invited him to their home. The ferry ride over wasn't exciting, and it took twenty minutes to reach the port of Tora. It was a small, quaint seaside town, but it had a bookstore and no one really bothered about the strange lady and her green haired son.

"Yes" Robin simply answered, patting his head. That was the end of their discussion.

Kuzan sat awkwardly on their couch, not because it was uncomfortable, but because he was tall. His knees were pressed on their coffee table, and his arms almost knocked of the multitude of scattered books. He hadn't expected much from her home, but he knew they'd be filled with books. He just didn't expect it to be about the same amount in the Oharan Tree of Knowledge.

Robin was in the kitchen, preparing lunch, while the boy named Sual walked out to where he sat. He looked up at the tall house guest, with those big brown eyes.

"You're really tall Aoikiji-san" The boy said.

"The name's Kuzan, kid."

The boy nodded "Sorry about that, Kuzan-san."

Saul looked like he wanted to sit down, but instead he grabbed one of Kuzan's hands with both of his. Kuzan's large and damaged one looking a bit awkward in Saul's smaller ones.

"Want to see our mango tree, Kuzan-san?" He said, pulling for him to follow.

Kuzan glanced over at Robin, who smiled at him and nodded, so the former marine admiral and the green haired son of two wanted pirates went to their backyard. Kuzan was surprised at how green their backyard was, and by the back wall was a tall mango tree.

"Mother said we can eat them green" Saul ran to the tree, looking up at the fruits "But it's very sour when you do."

The two of them stood under the tree, looking up at the leaves. It wasn't a particularly tall tree, and just by barely reaching up, Kuzan could grab hold of a fruit. He pulled one, and handed it to the boy, who was looking at him awe.

"You really are tall!" The boy exclaimed, holding the fruit close to him. He had stars on his eyes as he looked up at the former admiral, who scratched the back of his neck.

He was a kid once, but that was pretty much where he gathered most of his experience with children. He tried to limit them as much as he can, which was an easy task with his job in the marines. The one he remembers most is when a certain raven haired girl was crying her eyes out, and all he did to comfort her was send her out to sea in nothing but a row boat.

"Would you like me to lift you up?" Kuzan had asked, without really thinking of what he was saying "To get a fruit or something."

The enthusiastic nod from Saul was a good enough answer. He grabbed him around his waist, and lifted him, to the delight of the boy. He was shouting in enjoyment, at how he can finally reach the fruits. Kuzan wanted to put him down, but the boy was enjoying himself so much, so instead, he placed the boy on his shoulders.

Saul grew quiet, and Kuzan thought that maybe it had been the wrong idea. Maybe he was afraid of heights? Maybe he was uncomfortable? He could feel the boy's hands on his head, stiff, and gripping on tightly.

Then he heard him whisper "This is so cool!"

Kuzan, who had a permanent frown on his face, smiled.

"Is he dead?" The two of them looked at the door see Robin, with a tray of steaming hot soup.

"Why do you both assume that I've died just because I'm not talking?" Kuzan said loudly.

Saul and Robin both chuckled "Then you should just talk a lot more so we won't assume things." She said.

Kuzan pinched the bridge of his nose "Both of you are going to miss me when I'm gone, you know, why do you seem to be such in a hurry."

"We're not" Robin said, while another Robin prepared the foldable table for him "That's why we didn't buy you any Sake" The other Robin said. And she promptly disappeared in a shower of petals. Kuzan didn't mind, the smell of flowers was something he was fond of.

Lunch in his room consisted of ramen noodles and some cake for dessert. He was impressed with Robin's household, had been ever since he moved in. Being able to clone herself and multitask did prove great when she had a number of things to do. For example, here was Robin talking with his son about the book they're currently tackling, and there was a Robin downstairs tending to her garden. He wouldn't be surprised if there was another Robin in the kitchen starting on the curry. And yet she was there, having an intellectual conversation with her son.

A happy home.

"I'm not dead" he quipped, when he realized that two of them had stopped talking to look at him.

"Good, because we still need to finish our book." Saul smiled brightly at him.

"Oh, Franky's coming over tomorrow." Robin said as she tidied up "He fixed your bike."

"Tell him to bring some sake." A phantom limb sprouted from his shoulder and pinched his cheek.

"No" she simply stated, exiting the room.

"He'll bring you cola though" Saul said, before continuing their book.

The summer festivals at Tora were quiet, simply because most of their residents would go to Barma where a big celebration was always held. There would always be stalls and stalls of food and other such wares, and then a big firework show in the end. The three odd family members had met up with the Galley La company heads, Franky and Iceburg, the last member of their trio unfortunate enough to be lost among throngs of scantily clad fans, enjoying the lights and sounds of the festival, with a ten year old Saul dragging him around the game stalls.

"I want to try the shooting games" the kid enthused, handing the man at the stall some money. "You have to watch me so you can fix any problems with my technique."

Kuzan was quite fond of the boy, he was overly enthusiastic with learning how to be on his own, to search for lost civilizations. He watched the boy, but he was also watching the boy's mother.

Robin wore a yukata, a long flowing purple one, and had her hair in a bun, while the cyborg she was talking to was wearing, according to his words, formal speedos and a firework themed shirt, open and flapping in the wind.

He watched as the flamboyant cyborg made her laugh, so much so that her body was shaking with mirth. He could see she was enjoying herself, and he could also see that the cyborg was having fun too.

Maybe, he thought to himself.

"I'm feeling too SUPER today, Nico Robin!" Franky boomed loudly, surprsing everyone else nearby, while Nico Robin just laughed her heart out.

They said their farewells before the fireworks started, because the two shipwrights had to ride the earlier train to avoid the rush of Water 7 residents returning home. The three of them, who used to wait for ferries, walked on the ice bridge that Kuzan produced. It was thin bridge, only lasting an hour, enough time for them to reach Tora.

Kuzan and Saul sat outside, waiting for the fireworks, while Robin prepared hot chocolates. He pondered on what he had witnessed back at the festival, the quiet night air flowng around them. He was no matchmaker, but small island life gets boring at times, especially since Saul started going to a sensei.

He needed a new hobby.

"I asked my mom once if Uncle Franky could be my dad." Saul suddenly said, snapping Kuzan out of his reverie "She said they're too good friends, and would hate to waste such a good thing." He smiled brightly at him. "Don't worry about her, they're perfectly happy as friends."

Kuzan knew the boy was perceptive, much like his mother was. It would help that his father had kenbonshoku haki.

"I'm not worried" He patted the boys head.

And he really wasn't. He could see how Robin would dote on Saul, and how Saul would protect his mother. He was a smart child, and he cared for the people he loved dearly.

Robin came out of the house just as the fireworks started. She still had on the yukata, but had untied her long hair, letting it tumble behind her. And so the three of them sat there, drinking hot chocolate, watching the fireworks.

He looked at the two of them from the corner of his eye, and he saw that they were indeed happy. He smiled into his hot chocolate.

They were all happy.

Saul finally closed the book, sighing loudly. "What did you think, grandpa?" He inquired, bright brown eyes awaiting the conversation.

Kuzan, however, just smiled and ruffled the boy's hair "I think that the Rainbow mist is all just a myth."

Saul frowned "But mom says she's been in it, and that it is as creepy as you would think it is."

"Your mother has seen strange things."

Saul nodded "Like the sky island. I want to get there too." Saul's eyes were determined. And Kuzan knew he was.

"Arara, if you go on your adventures, who's going to keep me company?"

Saul smiled wide "Don't worry grandpa, I promise to always send you and mom postcards and letters and I'll bring a denden with me." He said all of this while nodding. Sometimes Kuzan forgets that he's fifteen years old, and not the wide eyed boy he used to carry on his shoulders.

"We need to get you a proper sword."

Saul frowned, his nose scrunching up "Can I get a slingshot instead?"

Kuzan sighed "You have been training for years now Saul, are you still uncomfortable with the weapon?"

Saul looked down at his hands, biting his lower lip. Just like his mother, Saul was guarded. But unlike Robin, Saul had someone to talk to.

"Hey grandpa" He said, a bit softly "I'm scared."

Kuzan was surprised by this. Saul had never shown fear, just as the fact that he never cried. He has seen the boy vulnerable, and small, but never afraid.

"If I become a swordsman" he continued "And my father comes, I'm afraid I won't be as good as he would want me to be. He might get disappointed."

Kuzan placed his large hand on Saul's head "Is that why you don't want to be a swordsman?"

The boy nodded, "You told me that I'm his legacy, but I'm my mother's legacy too, and I can become a better archeologist rather than a swordsman."

Kuzan chuckled, ruffling his hair "Saul, you are your own legacy. No matter what happens, I am proud of you. No matter what happens, I love you." He pulled the boy into a hug, which was returned with a kiss on his cheek.

Saul beamed up at him "Never knew you were so sentimental Grandpa."

Kuzan's face grew serious "If you do plan on traveling, you're going to have to protect yourself."

"I know."

"A sword?"

Saul shook his head "I can get by with just a shinai."

Kuzan raised his eyebrows "That'll just get broken in a real battle."

"Don't worry about me, okay" Saul smiled brightly at him "I can do this!"

"Do what?" Nico Robin walked in the room, with her another thick tome. She sat back at the foot of the bed, while the two men in her life smiled at her.

"I think I want to eat dinner at the garden tonight." Kuzan said, effectively changing the topic. He looked out the window "The weather seems so nice today."

Robin smiled, patting his leg "Of course."

They could hear someone moving downstairs, and knew that a Robin was already preparing the table and chairs to go outside, while Robin handed the book to her son. "Volume 10" She said, leaning back on the bed frame.

"Perfect, we just finished the ninth one!" Saul said, reaching for enthusiastically.

Kuzan knew that the Saul had read all ten volumes before. Some time before he even turned nine years old. But Saul always had enthusiasm for books, especially books that involved the adventures of his parents. He leaned back on his pillows, listening to them talk about their day, while Robin continued to rub his leg.

It felt nice.

It felt peaceful.

It was past midnight, and Kuzan woke up and decided he might as well get a drink of water. When he got down the stairs, he saw an eleven year old Saul sitting on the couch, peering outside.

"She isn't home yet" The boy said, without turning around.

Kuzan got his glass of water and sat beside him, but facing the kitchen "Well she did say she wasn't certain when she'd get home."

"Yeah" Saul's voice dropped.

Kuzan knew he was in distress, but like his mother, he never actively shows it. Guarded emotions. Robin has been gone for a month, after being contacted by revolutionaries regarding the location of another poneglyph. It's true she had found the Rio Poneglyph, but the structure of that poneglyph proved that it needs the others. It was like a puzzle, and it required the rest of pieces to make sense. Kuzan knew she was getting ready to break the world with what she finds, it was only a matter of time.

He felt a sense of pride, and at the same time, felt that she should just leave the lost history to what it is, forever lost.

He has been living with them for six years now. Saul calls him grandfather, and she trusts him enough to leave the boy in his care when she leaves. He has seen her live the life he had wanted her to have, when he lead her away on that row boat. She was happy, when she wasn't researching, she had her flower shop, from money that she had acquired from her days as a pirate. Saul went to school and had swordsmanship classes and excelled at both.

And him? He became fixture at the bar. Not like some drunkard or anything like that, their town was too quaint to have too many drunk bastards. He was the respectable old man, who sometimes charmed the pretty young waitresses.

"Grandpa."

He snapped from his thoughts to look at Saul, who was still staring intently outside "Do you think my mom would bring me to her trips soon?"

"You want to look for poneglyphs too?"

Saul shook his head "I want to find the lost civilizations. There's a lot of them." He looked at Kuzan "Maybe they'd have pongelyphs there, or maybe some poneglyphs would have clues to them, but I will find them."

"Arara, then you better get stronger boy" He stretched his arms upward, yawning "The world is big and dangerous, your mother knows that."

"She also told me that the world is beautiful and mysterious" Saul said with a nod "She said that there are so many things in the world that makes it so fascinating, things waiting to be discovered, people with all their stories and experiences, and I will find all of them."

The shine in his eyes, it was determined and optimistic. It was determined to change the world. Such are the eyes of his mother.

"I know you will, boy" Kuzan said, patting his head "I know you will."

Robins helped Kuzan get down to the garden. He felt like a child, but it couldn't be helped. She had set up the table under the mango tree, which this time had ripe yellow mangos. Saul expertly climbed the tree and grabbed a couple of fruits, dropping them for Kuzan to catch.

"These smell good" Kuzan said, sniffing one.

"Ripe and ready" Saul said, jumping down.

The other Robins disappeared, while the real one came out with a big pot of curry.

"That smells good too mom" Saul said, smiling wide at her. Kuzan agreed.

She gave them a small bow "Thank you."

And it was good. Just as spicy as Kuzan can tolerate. It was summer, and the sun sets a bit later, but there was an orange glow around them. It was nice, especially with the breeze going through them. The meal went by as normally as they went, with laughter, and stories, mostly from Saul and about school. Dessert consisted of the mangoes.

"We got some good fruits this season" Kuzan said, slicing open another fruit.

"Maybe we should sell some at the farmer's market" Robin said thoughtfully.

"But that means we have to wake up early on Sunday" Saul scrunched his nose, making Robin chuckle.

From the little that Robin talked about, he knew that the swordsman also liked sleeping. At least Saul had Robin's intelligence. They talked some more, about the weather, about the flower shop, about the next time Bon-chan would visit, until the sun finally set and it was time for them to flock in.

Saul and a Robin helped Kuzan up to his room, his pillow fluffed and his blankets straightened. The Robin went disappeared into flowers, while the original one was still downstairs, washing up.

"Do you want to start the tenth volume grandpa?" Saul asked, sitting on his chair.

"Sure." Kuzan said, adjusting his position to a more comfortable one. And so Saul started reading.

"Does the swordsman know?"

He had only been living with them for a month, but he finally decided it was time to ask. Clearly, the swordsman wasn't coming home to them, and clearly Saul wasn't looking for his father.

He watched her tense up, then relax, her eyes still fixated on Saul. They were in the park, and he was running around with several kids of his age.

"I wrote them letters" She said "All of them, but I didn't say it straightforward. I wrote it in a kind of code that I'd hope they'd understand. But most of them travel a lot, so they might not have gotten it yet or maybe it got lost." She pushed a lock of her behind her ear "I told them about Saul when he turned two, I thought if anything happens, it would be easier." Her voice faltered slightly "A last resort would be to hide him and run, to keep him safe."

She smiled up at him "Can you imagine what they'd say about Saul, if the world found out two demons had a child?"

Kuzan looked back at her, his eyes searching hers. He wanted to say something, but all he did was watch Saul run around.

Ice cream seemed like a good idea at the moment.

Before he knew it, they were three chapters in, and Robin was ushering her son to bed.

"You still have school tomorrow" she said, kissing the top of his head "And Kuzan-san needs to rest."

Saul nodded, and closed the book with a bookmark. "We'll go read some more when I get home, okay grandpa?"

"Arara, only after your homework." he said.

Saul gave his grandfather a big hug, and a kiss on his cheek, which the older man returned. The boy maybe fifteen, but Kuzan was glad he would still show his affection to his grandfather.

"Good night Grandpa Kuzan." he smiled up at him.

He gave his mother a hug "Good night mommy."

She kissed the top of his head "Good night, my little marimo."

Saul left the two adults, intending to read some more before actually going to bed.

Robin fixed the covers over Kuzan, carefully smoothing out and tucking in the loose ends of the blanket.

"Do you know why I always ask for bananas in my bedroom?" He asked, as she re-fluffed his pillows.

"You like the color yellow?" She wasn't really thinking about the answer.

"It was shaped like a banana" He continued, ignoring her comment "The Hie Hie no Mi."

She looked at him, narrowing her eyes "I know."

"When I die, I want Saul to have it."

Robin didn't answer, just looked back at him with those brown eyes. They were still big, but less round, had less innocence, but it held no fear. Those were brave eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a swell of pride.

"He can do with it whatever he thinks is best" he continued, looking out at the dark skies "He doesn't have to consume it right away. Just as long as he has it. So please give it to him."

Robin walked to the windows, drawing the curtains shut. They were so thin that the moon light still streamed in, and the smell of the sea continued to fill the room. The light from the moon illuminated her ever so slightly, and for a second, she looked like the fierce Nico Olvia.

"Can I stay here a bit longer?" Her voice was soft, and if it wasn't so quiet, he might not have noticed her speak.

"Yeah" he said, gesturing to the chair that her son had left earlier.

But Nico Robin didn't sit on the chair. Instead, she curled up beside him, wrapping her slender arms around his neck. He was surprised by her actions, but didn't protest. It felt nice. She kissed his cheek and snuggled closer. She was a tall woman, but he was still several feet taller. From above, they must look like a pair of giants.

"Thank you" She said, keeping her face on the crook of his shoulder.

She didn't mean it for the devil fruit, and he knew that well enough.

"I did it for Saul." He said.

"I know."

Admiral Kuzan, or more commonly known as Aoikiji, didn't like spending time in his office. It was a nice private place with a comfy enough couch perfect for napping, but it was in the marine headquarters. Staying there would make him an easy target for working on tedious paper work.

He would rather bike somewhere and sleep in peace.

However, there are times when paperwork was necessary. Such as now.

He held the denden mushi in his hand, waiting for the other party to answer, while he looked through the files before him.

With a click, the denden came to life, a sneer on its face as if it was clenching two fat cigars between its teeth "Smoker here."

"Yo" Kuzan said "How's Alabasta?"

"Hot" Smoker said "And troublesome. We just locked up Crocodile, we're cleaning up the rest of the Baroque Works agents as we speak. Well, Hina is."

"Yeah, about that."

"Not again." He could see the exasperated expression on the white hunter's face.

"Who sent the papers for an increase in Nico Robin's bounty?"

Smoker snarled on the other end of the line "You know she deserves it. She should be worth about 250 million berries by now with what she's been doing. And she's escaped with the straw hats."

Kuzan was silent, instead looking at the updated picture of the last Oharan. She was wearing a cowboy hat, and in the background was the distinct figure of the former Shichibukai Crocodile.

"It's been 20 years, Kuzan" Smoker continued, after a few moments of silence "She's not eight anymore."

"I know." And he did. He understood the fact that he can't keep on undermining her bounty increase. If it wasn't for his lazy streak, and ineptitude about paperwork, they would have suspected him a long time ago. Instead, everyone chalked it up to the fact that Nico Robin was amazingly good at hiding and evading, and a lot of carelessness came to handling important documents.

It also helps that she wasn't as destructive as the other pirates, Strawhat captain included.

But he still felt the responsibility. He still felt guilty. He still felt his friend's presence. No matter what happens, he was going to protect her as much as his ability can.

Or kill her when it comes to it.

"Was it that glasses girl?" Kuzan said, vaguely remembering the clumsy swordswoman that was assigned to Smoker.

"Yeah. Tashigi. Almost got her spine snapped by Nico Robin."

"Tell her that headquarters doesn't want the Strawhats' all over bounty to increase." Kuzan said, freezing the files "Because increasing their bounty means increasing their overall threat. And a small crew with a sizeable bounty means that marines aren't doing their jobs properly."

Smoker sighed, the denden mushi reflecting the defeated look from the other end "You can't keep doing this Kuzan. It was confirmed that she was the Vice President of Baroque Works."

"Crocodile attacked her."

"Didn't know that was on the report."

"Not here, but in the report submitted by the King."

"Yeah, got stabbed. I'm surprised she lived."

Kuzan made a mental reminder to visit Impel Down sometime. The thought of freezing some sandy ass was quite appealing to him.

The file was completely frozen now, and with an expert throw to the wall, it shattered into a million pieces.

"Bounty increase denied." he said.

He could hear Smoker growl "How long do you plan on doing this Aoikiji?"

He ignored the question. "She isn't eight anymore" he said "But I still see that frightened child from twenty years ago. Good bye Smoker."

He hung up. He knew that if it came to a certain point, he might have to go after her himself and kill her. But as long as that point hasn't come, he might as well continue keeping an eye on her.

He hadn't noticed how dark it had become, hadn't notice the time. They had kept quiet, in their own thoughts, with her right beside him, her face on his shoulder. He could feel her breath. She had fallen asleep.

He sometimes wondered how it would have been if he had killed her that night. But he more often wonders what if that god damn Spandine hadn't forced a bounty on her head. Of times when maybe he could have taken her in himself, cared for her like Garp had done to Ace.

Kuzan chuckled, remembering the hero he still idolizes.

Even if Garp had been determined to make the boy a marine, he had refused it wholeheartedly and had become one of the most feared pirates. Only to die in the hands of justice. If he had taken her in, would she still be searching for the true history?

Would things really have changed? Or will they always end up the same?

They were both older now, she was stronger, and he only had one leg. She was a notorious pirate, and he a defeated Admiral. He had tried to kill her when he thought it was the best decision, only to see her rise and find her place in her nakama.

Maybe it was for the best.

They formed a weird group, him and her and Saul. She raised a fine young man, and he helped.

Both of them used to be alone. They had each other now, they had Saul.

Kuzan gently patted her head, softly to not wake her up, though she stirred in her sleep and held on to him a bit tighter.

"You are not a demon, Nico Robin" He whispered, stroking her cheek.

He was not afraid of dying, he was not afraid at all. He was afraid that he wouldn't be there for Saul, for Robin, be nothing but a memory to both of them. But maybe, a memory won't be a bad thing.

Happy memories. Smiles and laughter, and contentment.

He would never admit it, but even if they were older, he would only see her as the frightened little bird she was many years ago. And he would protect her for as long as he can.

Just like a man would protect his daughter.

And he would never know that she, since she would also never admit it, has grown to think of him as someone like a father, a pillar and protector.

He closed his eyes, intending to get some sleep. Saul. He could see the giant, with his wide smile smile and his infectious laughter. Derishishishishi!

A Year After...

Saul stood in front of the gravestone. It was well kept and adorned with so many variety of flowers. It was only a year old, but his mother had been diligent in keeping it shiny and clean that it looks like it had only been a day since it was erected.

He had on his backpack, and on his head a grey bandana and a pair of circular sunglasses. By his side was a shiny bike. It was old, but well maintened.

"I'm going now, grandpa" he said, smiling "Watch over mom for me okay." And he set down a bottle of sake on the foot of the grave.

Saul felt a chill of cold air sweep over him, and he smiled wider. The cold was comforting to him, and reminded him of the tall man that used to let him sit on his shoulders.

Part 5 End.

This took longer than I intended .

To Pentastic Thanks for noticing! I do read the manga and watch the anime, but as I've stated above, I went with brown. I also noticed that most writers use blue eyes instead of brown, and wanted to be a bit different :P

To I know right? It's still my head cannon that Kuzan is a weird father type to Robin, he really could have just killed her but didn't.

To Gren-sama all in due time :) Also, thank you for understanding that aspect of the story, it's something that I found hard to write, but at the same time, it's something that will never be canon.

To Seis Fleur so I might have miscounted the authors . But whywolfcity is definitely one of them! I remember reading that and then insta-following her on Tumblr lol. Also, I can imagine the Bollywood thing going on! If you ever decide to write it, I'll be one of the avid readers!

To Guest I'm really sorry about what happened to your mother. There will be a sense of closure in this story though, so I hope you still keep on reading. Thanks so much for the review!

To UltimateC3 Eeeep! Three reviews for three chapters all at the same time! Thank you so much! And optimism is perfectly fine, honestly the story is shaping up to be less angst-y (Something I must change in the genre section, but I digress), and Marimo sighting will be soon!

Thank you so much for all the reviews :) It might seem silly, but I always get a warm fuzzy feeling when I know people are reading my work.

PS. I haven't forgotten about White Day! It's coming!