Robin's point of view

I gripped my book and walked into the kitchen after deciding to stay up a while longer. Although I knew deep down their intentions were good, the way they acted was not only frustrating, but Zoro wasn't even aware of what they had meant by their mischievous behavior. I made my coffee in silence. Not long after I finished making it, Nami came in, closing the door behind her.

"Robin," she began as she took a seat. "Did we make you mad?"

I picked up my mug and sat across from her, opening my book. I glanced up at her. "Not mad. Slightly irritated."

She gave me an apologetic look, but it quickly turned into curiosity. "Olvia and I have been talking. We have a theory."

I already had an idea of what that "theory" was. I looked at her with a blunt expression, waiting patiently. She put her elbow on the table and rested her cheek on the palm of her hand. A smile slowly crept onto her lips.

"We believe you and a certain sleep-wacko are fond of each other," she finally said, letting out a gentle snicker. I let out a breath and positioned myself the way she was. We sat there for a while, simply staring at each other. She kept waiting for my response.

"What makes you think that?" I finally asked. She lifted her eyebrows and chuckled.

"Ohh Robin," she said, shaking her head slightly, then turning serious. "Are you denying it?"

I gave her a smile and turned my attention to the book.

"I don't want my coffee to get cold," I told her as I took a sip from it, then flipped through the pages of the book. I wasn't paying much attention to what page I stopped at. She kept staring at me. Letting out a sigh, I closed my book and focused my gaze on her.

"I'm not," I answered her question. "I'm not denying anything."

Although I might have been fond of him, part of their "theory" remained unconfirmed. I decided it was time to change the subject.

"How long will it take to get to the island?" I asked. She sighed, as if unsatisfied with my answer and the change of subject.

"A week," she said with a yawn. She got up and let out a not-so-innocent giggle.

"I wonder if he's as oblivious as he seems," she said before leaving the kitchen. I wonder. Looking into my mug, I noticed that I'd already finished all of my coffee. After washing it, I picked up my book and exited the kitchen after her.

"Oh, and Nami," I called out to her before she disappeared into our room. "Go easy on him. He hasn't slept properly in days."

She knew I was referring to the fact that she had given him a whole week to keep watch. She smiled and gave me a nod.

"I'll let him know tomorrow," she told me and walked into our room. I followed her shortly after and found my mom already asleep. Although we were similar in many ways, she was quite the heavy sleeper, unlike me. I chuckled and readied myself to sleep as well.

"Mom?" I called out as I walked into our room. She wasn't there. I looked in the kitchen, then the aquarium, then the library. I couldn't find her anywhere. I started to feel paranoid. I searched all around the ship but there was no sign of her. No, not again! I thought as I headed to the men's quarter to wake them up. Before I entered, I saw a ship appear from the distance. A man was standing on the deck with mom beside him, handcuffed and beaten.

"Mom?!" I yelled, crossing my arms. My eyes widened as I looked at my hands. Why weren't arms sprouting from the man? Why couldn't I use my powers?! I tried and tried, but it was pointless. I had lost my devil fruit power. I rushed to the men's quarters, but there was no one there either. I ran around the ship frantically, but concluded that I was the only one there. After looking back at the ship that my mother was on, I noticed the rest of my crew on board it, too. They were handcuffed and unconscious. The man that held my mother looked at me and laughed. He held a dagger to her neck and was ready to kill her.

"STOP!"

My eyes shot open. I blinked a few times and looked at my surroundings. I heaved a sigh of relief and closed my eyes again, taking deep breaths. After calming down, I sat up and noticed my mom sitting on the edge of my bed, reading.

"Good morning," she greeted quietly as she closed her book. She took one look at me and her expression turned into one of concern. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I had an unpleasant dream, that's all," I explained. I had found out something about myself since I joined the crew: that people can't tell when I'm having a nightmare. Nami would only notice something was wrong when I woke up. In a way, I found that inconvenient, because I would prefer someone waking me up and freeing me from the dream. But at the same time, it was convenient since this way I didn't worry or disturb anyone.

She placed her hand on my head and rubbed it. "Would you like to talk about it?"

"No, I'd rather not," I told her and gave her a smile. I knew that I had had that dream due to my concern about being separated from her again. Although I'd lived most of my life with no one to rely on, I wanted some more time with my mother. There were many things I wanted to know about her and share with her.

"Then, shall we water the plants outside?" she asked, getting up and placing her book on the desk. I agreed.

After washing up and changing, I met her outside. It was still a little after the sun came out and no one else was awake. She was standing by the railing, closing her eyes. Although I'd gotten over the shock of finding out she was alive, I still found it quite surreal.

"Ready?" she asked when she opened her eyes. I nodded and we got the watering cans ready. She started telling me what she and more Ohara researchers had discovered and where they'd gone long ago, before the buster call incident. I watered and listened carefully. She seemed so happy as she talked to me about this, but I could also sense a hint of sorrow in what she was saying. I couldn't blame her. When she finished, she put the watering can down and stretched her arms upwards.

"It felt good to talk about it," she told me, smiling. She then turned her head towards the deck, where Zoro was. He'd woken up and begun training. Immediately I knew what the next conversation was going to be about, so I tried thinking of something to talk about before she had the chance. I did not want to have to say it again after telling Nami.

"How do you like the books we have?" I asked as casually as I could.

"I'm enjoying them very much. You've got quite the collection, as I've said before," she answered. She beat me to it this time.

"You seem to really dislike people sticking their noses into your business," she commented, obviously referring to what I'd said earlier.

"Indeed I do."

"But I'm your mom, so I think I deserve to get into your business, at least a little," she said with a smile. I took a deep breath and looked away. This issue was starting to get on my nerves.

"I'd like to go read, so if you'll excuse me," I told her, setting down the watering can and walking back to our room. After getting my book and not bothering to get any coffee, I went out to the deck and sat down. I knew that Nami and my mother wouldn't be giving up, and would try pushing me to talk and tell them what they wanted to hear. Not many things got on my nerves that easily, but I was quite annoyed by their behavior. They were trying to help out, but I found it unnecessary. They didn't seem to understand that I didn't want their help, although I appreciated them trying.

I noticed Zoro walking over, drinking water.

"Could you tell me why the hell they're looking at us like that?" he asked as he glanced up at my mom, who was leaning on the door of the girls' quarter. I sighed and looked up at him, deciding to act oblivious.

"I wonder."

"Look, clearly you know something from what you said earlier," he said. "They're getting on my nerves. What's the deal?!"

"They have a strange theory about us," I explained bluntly. "Why not ask Nami? I doubt she'll hide it from you."

"Theory? The heck…" He put the cap back on the water bottle and headed to the men's quarter to wake Sanji up since it was breakfast time. I heard a ruckus in their room, and guessed they were having a fight. Sanji burst the door open but softened when he saw my mom and me.

Once everyone had waken up and gotten ready for breakfast, I noticed my mom heading to Chopper and asking him something. He jumped and led her to his room.

"Is everything alright?" I asked after entering after them. Mom nodded, explaining that her wrist was a little hurt. Chopper quickly tended to her and wrapped it.

"Make sure you take this before eating breakfast every day, okay?" Chopper told her, handing her some medicine. She nodded, patting his head and thanking him.

"That…doesn't make me…happy, you-," he was interrupted by Sanji's shout that breakfast was ready.

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Oblivious Zoro…irritated Robin…c: Ehehehe…

There was quite a gap between the last time I updated and this one. Like, comparing to how I was updating pretty frequently. Anyway, thank you for the follows and for reading my story! Hope you enjoyed this chapter 83!

83 is a face. Like :3 but with shades. Just in case you didn't know.

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