The golden rays of the afternoon sun cast over the beach, the serene sound of waves gently crashing on the shore providing a tranquil soundtrack to an idyllic scene. This beautiful slice of paradise was where the Straw Hat Pirates had chosen to anchor for a much-needed break from their travels.
Robin and Nami had claimed a spot on the soft, white sands, their relaxation manifesting in the form of sunbathing. Zoro and Sanji were positioned nearby under the pretense of enjoying a casual drink, but in reality, they were keeping an eye on the less than discreet admirers that the beach seemed to attract.
Soon a group of local men, emboldened by the site of Robin and Nami enjoying the sun, decided to try their luck. With what they assumed were charming smiles, they approached, their intentions clear as they began to flirt with the two women.
Zoro and Sanji felt their patience snap and without a word, Zoro set his drink down with a deliberate thud. With a few strides, he reached his wife, effortlessly scooping her up from her reclined position on her towel. He sat down, placing her on his lap with a possessive ease that left no room for doubt. "These perverts really don't understand their place," he grumbled under his breath, his annoyance palpable but his actions showing that Robin is his wife.
Robin couldn't help but chuckle at the display, amused by her husband's actions. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, a gesture of affection and appreciation that served to calm the swordsman's irritation. "My hero," she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Sanji, meanwhile, had quickly grabbed an extra towel, positioning it directly beside Nami before sitting down. "No need to thank me, my dear Nami-swan, for I shall always be here to shield you from these disgusting undesirables," he declared, puffing out his chest in a display of mock bravado as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
Nami, rolling her eyes at the dramatics, shared an amused glance with Robin. Both women were well accustomed to the overprotective nature of Zoro and Sanji, but it was moments like these that reminded them of the deep bonds the crew shared.
The group of men, faced with the unmistakable message delivered by Zoro and Sanji's actions, quickly got the hint. Their retreat was hastened by the realization that they were outmatched, both in terms of charm and the unspoken threat of challenging the Straw Hats.
Not far from the amusing scene, Olivia and Kenji were lost in their own world. Tasked with watching her 8-year-old brother, Olivia had finally been persuaded to join Kenji in building what could only be described as an ambitious sandcastle project near the water's edge. Their shared endeavor, punctuated by play fights and bursts of laughter, was a sight that warmed the hearts of all who noticed, especially their family members looking on from a distance.
Little did they know that another group was watching the Roronoa siblings from beneath the shade of a palm tree. "Man, you've walked halfway to that girl and back more times than I can count," one teen jokingly said with a grin. "What's the plan? Wearing a path in the sand before you actually talk to her?"
Taiyo, a 16-year-old island local, had been trying to work up the nerve to go talk to Olivia after seeing the Straw Hat's arrival a day prior. "I can't just walk over to her," he retorted, his voice clearly showing his nerves.
Another friend, leaning back with a smirk, added, "Come on, Taiyo. You've been talking about how cute she is since they arrived. If you don't go talk to her, then I will!"
Taiyo, caught in a tug-of-war between his want to speak to Olivia and the knot of anxiety in his stomach, looked at the ground, "I don't know what to say," he admitted, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
"Say anything. Tell her the thing they're building looks cool or ask if they need help. Just, you know, don't stand here talking to us all day," advised another friend, laughing at Taiyo.
With a deep breath, bolstered by his friends' words of encouragement, Taiyo squared his shoulders and turned once more to face the direction of the siblings. This time, he didn't stop; each step carried him closer to Olivia, his resolve solidifying with every stride.
"Hi, um…" Taiyo's voice cracked as he reached Olivia, he cleared his throat trying to start over, "Hey, th…that's a really cool sandcastle," he managed to say, his voice slowly sounding stronger. "You guys must have worked really hard on it."
Olivia looked up, her initial surprise at the interruption giving way to an amused smile that mirrors her mother's. "Thank you, it's supposed to look like our ship, but it's harder to craft than it looks," she admitted, her tone inviting.
Kenji, oblivious to the undercurrents of teenage awkwardness, beamed at the newcomer. "You wanna help? We could use more hands!"
A shy smile appeared on Taiyo's face. "Yeah, sure… Maybe I can help with the figurehead?" he offered, eager to contribute.
From their shady vantage point, Taiyo's friends erupted into quiet cheers and mock applause. "He did it! He's in!" they said among themselves, their laughter carrying across the beach.
As Taiyo settled beside Olivia to keep the conversation going, the scene didn't escape the observant eyes of a certain navigator. Nami watched with a blend of curiosity and amusement from where she lounged.
Her gaze moved from the trio back to her companions, noticing the comfortable silence that enveloped Robin and Zoro. Zoro, in what could be mistaken for a nap, now had his head resting gently on Robin's lap. Meanwhile, Robin seemed engrossed in her book, her fingers occasionally threading through Zoro's hair in a quiet gesture of affection.
Having noticed Taiyo becoming bolder and scooting even closer to Olivia, Nami nudged Robin discreetly, tilting her head subtly towards Olivia and her new acquaintance. "Looks like Olivia's making friends," Nami said quietly, a playful glint in her eye. "Seems like someone's taken a special interest in her."
Robin's attention shifted from her book to the scene Nami indicated, a soft smile gracing her features as she observed the interaction. The sight of Olivia engaging with someone outside their usual circle was both heartwarming and a reminder of how quickly her daughter has grown.
At Nami's comments and Robin's shift in focus, Zoro's eye cracked open, catching a glimpse of the boy now sitting too close to his daughter. The swordsman's body tensed, as if he was about to get up, his protective instincts flaring.
Robin, feeling Zoro's change in demeanor, sprouted a few extra hands to keep him laying down. "It's okay, Zoro," she said softly, "Our baby is growing up, this is natural for her."
Zoro, still held in place by Robin's hands, couldn't hide the frown on his face. "That boy isn't good enough for our daughter," he muttered, "No boy is."
At this, Sanji, who had been quietly observing, couldn't help but interject. "Absolutely, moss head. For once, you're making sense. No one is worthy of my little niece," he declared as he lit a cigarette. "Especially not some random boy who just happens to be at the beach."
Robin sought to calm her worried swordsman. "Zoro, honey, just go back to sleep. I promise I will keep an eye on them. Everything is just fine," she reassured him, her tone soothing. "Olivia is just being friendly."
Zoro, reluctantly settling back down at Robin's insistence, still wore a scowl. "I think she's being too friendly," he grumbled, his discomfort palpable. "She's too young for this."
Chuckling at the two men's overprotective natures, Nami chimed in, "Olivia is 16, not 6. It's perfectly okay for her to notice boys and for them to notice her. It's part of growing up."
Sanji, surprisingly, continued to side with Zoro, his usual flirtatious demeanor replaced by concern. "I'm with the moss head on this one. It's our duty to protect her from any potential threats and heartbreak," he said.
Back at the water's edge, the dynamics between Olivia, Taiyo, and Kenji shifted. Taiyo, taking a moment to steel his nerves, finally spoke up.
"I just realized, I haven't even introduced myself properly. I'm Taiyo," he said, extending his hand with a smile that was equal parts eager and embarrassed.
Olivia, caught off guard by the sudden formality, couldn't help but smile back. "I'm Olivia," she replied, taking his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet someone so… um… dedicated to sand architecture."
Her attempt at flirtation left her inwardly cringing. "Sand architecture? Really, Olivia? He's going to think you're a complete fool," she chided herself silently, suddenly conscious of the fact that their hands were still intertwined.
Their hands parted almost simultaneously, a shared embarrassment coloring their cheeks a soft shade of pink. The awkwardness of the moment hung between them, an invisible but palpable presence.
Trying to recover, Taiyo scrambled for something to say, his eyes looking all around before settling back on Olivia. "Your hands are… uh, softer than I expected. Not that I was expecting them to feel bad!" he hurriedly added, his face turning a shade deeper red as he realized how his words must sound. "I mean, not that it's weird to notice. Hands are important for… uh…" he looked around before his eyes landed on their sand sculpture, "…building sand sculptures?" His voice trailed off, the attempt at saving face only digging a deeper hole.
Olivia couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up at Taiyo's flustered state, the sound light and genuine. "It's okay, Taiyo. I'm glad you think my sand-sculpting hands are noteworthy," she teased, her tone playful as she tried to ease the tension.
Kenji, witnessing this exchange, couldn't resist interjecting. "You guys are weird," he declared, with the unfiltered honesty only a younger sibling could muster.
"Kenji, can't you just go play somewhere else for a bit?" Olivia retorted, her tone sharper than intended, a hint of irritation lacing her words. "We're just talking. I don't understand what you find so weird."
The tension between the siblings rose as Kenji looked at Olivia with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "If you make me leave, then I'll tell Mom and Dad how you're being all weird with this guy!" Kenji announced, his voice rising in both volume and pitch, ensuring anyone within earshot heard. "Dad won't like that Taiyo is close to you!"
Kenji's attempt to twist the situation hit Olivia harder than she expected. Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "That's not—You're twisting things, Kenji!" Olivia retorted, her voice sharp, a clear indication of her mounting frustration. "You're such an annoying brat sometimes!"
Kenji, sensing he had hit his mark and perhaps gone too far, but too stubborn to admit it, stuck out his tongue in a final act of sibling defiance. "I'm telling Mom that you called me a brat!" he declared, turning to make his dramatic exit towards this mother propelled by his desire to have the last word.
As Kenji's figure receded, Olivia's momentary triumph faded, giving way to a sinking realization. She glanced over to where her mother and father sat, her heart sinking as she saw that they had been observing the exchange all along. The embarrassment she felt earlier came rushing back, now compounded by the knowledge that her family had witnessed not just her awkward flirtation with Taiyo but also her snap at Kenji.
Taiyo's gaze followed Olivia's to where her parents were stationed, a realization dawned on him—one that changed the entire dynamic of their interaction. The expression on his face shifted from nervous apprehension to a mix of awe and excitement as the pieces fell into place. "Wait, so you're THE Roronoa Olivia? As in, daughter of Roronoa Zoro and Robin?" he asked, his voice tinged with a newfound enthusiasm.
Olivia, misinterpreting Taiyo's reaction as the onset of intimidation, felt a pang of resignation. She had grown accustomed to the way people often changed their demeanor once they learned of her lineage—either stepping back in awe or edging away in apprehension. Bracing herself for the familiar retreat, she sighed, her voice laced with a hint of sadness and resignation. "Yup, those are my parents. I understand if you want to leave... I'm sorry if this makes things weird."
Taiyo's reaction was far from what Olivia anticipated. Instead of showing any sign of wanting to retreat, his eyes lit up, and a broad grin spread across his face. "Are you kidding? That's awesome! I mean, your dad is a legendary swordsman, and your mom has all those incredible powers! It's like meeting celebrities!" Taiyo exclaimed, his enthusiasm genuine and infectious.
Olivia blinked, taken aback by Taiyo's excitement rather than the apprehension she had expected. His response, so devoid of fear or reservation, was a breath of fresh air. It dawned on her that Taiyo saw her parents not as figures to be wary of but as heroes to admire, and by extension, that admiration extended to her as well. "Well, I guess it is pretty cool," she admitted, allowing herself to view her family through Taiyo's eyes, feeling a swell of pride for the first time in what felt like a long time.
Meanwhile, upon reaching their mother, Kenji wasted no time in sharing his grievances. "Mom, Olivia is acting all weird because of that guy," he reported, his voice carrying a mix of betrayal and the need for parental intervention. "She's being mean to me!"
Robin gently pulled Kenji down to sit beside her as she wrapped an arm around him in a comforting hug. "It'll be okay, sweetheart. Your sister is just growing up. It's natural for her to make new friends, but I'll talk to her about it, okay?" she explained gently, her words meant to reassure and educate.
Zoro, however, hearing Kenji's account, felt a surge of protectiveness and concern. Without a word, he stood and began to make his way down the beach towards his daughter. This was uncharted territory for him, and the mention of this boy having such an effect on Olivia set off alarm bells in his mind.
Seeing her husband's sudden movement, Robin acted swiftly. Crossing her arms across her chest, she summoned several hands from the ground to grasp Zoro's legs and feet, halting his progress. "Zoro let's give her a moment. She's just talking," Robin said, her tone carrying a blend of admonishment and understanding, seeking to temper his impulsive need to protect.
From their vantage point, Olivia and Taiyo witnessed the brief familial exchange, a clear signal that it was time for her to make her exit. "I'm so sorry, Taiyo, I should go," she said, regret filling her words as she turned to leave.
Taiyo, not wanting to end on a note of disappointment, called after her. "Hey, Olivia! There's going to be a bonfire tomorrow night here on the beach. Do you want to come with me?" His invitation was hopeful, a chance to keep their connection growing.
Olivia paused, turning back with a smile. "Absolutely! I'll be there," she promised, a sense of anticipation lighting up her eyes.
As she walked towards her family, Olivia reached out for her dad's hand, her touch a silent plea to not head towards her new friend. "Dad, it's alright. Taiyo is a nice guy," she reassured him as she gently pulled him away from the scene and back to where their family was seated.
Zoro, though still filled with a mix of fatherly concern and confusion, allowed himself to be led away by his daughter. However, he couldn't resist casting one last glance over his shoulder at Taiyo; his gaze, filled with a silent mix of warning and disapproval.
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The next day brought with it the warmth of the sun and the bustling atmosphere of the island's marketplace. Robin and Nami, with Olivia in tow, were out shopping, a day planned for indulgence and the simple joy of browsing through local wares. Olivia, though physically present, was noticeably preoccupied, her thoughts drifting to the events of the previous day and the anticipation of the evening's bonfire, which she has neglected to tell her parents about.
Throughout the day, Olivia had been sharing snippets of her encounter with Taiyo to her mother and Nami, her tone a mix of excitement and nervousness. Robin listened while offering smiles and nods of encouragement, while Nami interjected with playful teases, ensuring the conversation remained light while gauging Olivia's interest in the boy.
As they entered another store, filled with vibrant colors of the island crafts, Taiyo's sudden appearance caught Olivia off guard. He dashed up to her with a brightness in his eyes, clearly excited to see her again.
"Olivia! I was hoping I'd run into you again," Taiyo exclaimed before turning his attention to Robin. "You must be Olivia's mom, I'm Taiyo," he introduced himself with a polite bow, his manners impeccable.
Robin smiled warmly at Taiyo, extending her hand in greeting. "Yes, I am Roronoa Robin, it's a pleasure to meet you as well, Taiyo," she said, her tone composed.
Beside her, Nami stepped forward, a bright smile on her face as she too offered her hand. "And I'm Nami, Olivia's aunt," she declared, using the term 'aunt' loosely but affectionately, emphasizing the close-knit nature of the Straw Hat crew.
Taiyo, taking their hands in turn, could hardly conceal his excitement. "It's awesome to finally meet some of the Straw Hat Pirates," he said, his gaze flitting towards Olivia with a mixture of admiration and curiosity.
Seizing the moment, Taiyo turned to face Olivia fully, his expression shifting to one of hopeful anticipation. "So, have you asked your mom about the bonfire tonight? I hope you still want to go with me?" he inquired, his voice carrying a hopeful note, clearly eager for her to join him and his friends for the evening.
"Oh, the bonfire! I almost forgot," Olivia stated trying to sound casual as she glanced towards her mother, her expression a mix of nerves and hope. "Mom, would it be alright if I went?" she asked.
Robin, caught between her desire to let Olivia enjoy her youth and the knowledge of Zoro's likely reaction, hesitated. "The bonfire sounds like fun, sweetheart, but we should discuss it with your father first," she suggested diplomatically.
The mention of discussing it with her father made Olivia's shoulders sink, a cloud of disappointment passing over her features. She knew her father's protective nature all too well, fearing his response would lean towards a resounding and instantaneous no.
Seeing her daughter's dismay, Robin quickly added, "Why don't you let Taiyo show you around since we're here? We'll be shopping for a little while longer in this area, so you won't be far." It was a compromise, allowing Olivia some freedom while under the discreet watch of her mother and aunt.
The thought of spending a little more time with Taiyo brought back the excitement that Olivia felt just moments ago. Although the uncertainty of attending the bonfire hung over her, the opportunity to spend more time with Taiyo, even under the watchful eyes of her mother and aunt, was enough to lift her spirits.
As the two teens meandered through the vibrant marketplace, the buzz of activity around them, Taiyo couldn't help but express his gratitude. "It was really nice of Mrs. Roronoa to let us hang out like this," he said, his voice carrying a note of appreciation mixed with a hint of awe for the renown of Olivia's mother.
Olivia chuckled at Taiyo's formality, a playful glint in her eyes. "You know, you can call my mom Robin," she suggested, trying to ease the invisible barrier his reverence for her parents had erected.
However, Taiyo, still navigating the intimidating waters of interacting with members of the Straw Hat crew, hesitated. "I think I'll stick to Mrs. Roronoa, just to be safe," he replied, his respect for Olivia's family prompting him to maintain a respectful distance, even in naming.
Olivia smiled, understanding his position. She then leaned in slightly, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret. "My mom wasn't kidding when she said she'd be close by, you know," she confided, her tone light.
Taiyo, puzzled, asked, "What do you mean by that?"
"You clearly don't know the extent of my mom's power, do you?" Olivia teased, her eyes sparkling with a mix of pride and amusement. "She can literally have eyes and ears everywhere if she so chooses. Believe me."
"That must've made sneaking out or getting away with anything as a kid challenging," Taiyo said, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Olivia laughed, a genuine, heartfelt sound that filled the space between them. "You have no idea. Let's just say, my brother and I learned to be very creative," she shared.
They continued to explore the market, the conversation between Olivia and Taiyo flowed effortlessly, the initial awkwardness giving way to a comfortable camaraderie. The bond forming between them was a testament to the unexpected connections that can arise, even under the most watchful of eyes.
As the evening began to settle over the island, casting long shadows and painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Olivia, Robin, and Nami made their way back to the Thousand Sunny. The air was filled with anticipation of the night's bonfire, but Olivia's excitement was tempered by the hurdle she had yet to overcome: gaining her father's permission.
Back on the ship, Olivia found herself pleading with Robin, her words a mix of negotiation and desperation. "Mom, please, can't you just not tell Dad? I really want to go with Taiyo and his friends," she implored, hoping for an ally in her mother.
Robin, however, stood firm, her expression one of unwavering resolve. "Olivia, you know I can't do that. Keeping secrets from your father, especially about something like this, isn't right. We don't keep secrets from each other in this family," she explained, her voice carrying the weight of her principles.
Disappointed but not defeated, Olivia gathered her courage, a new plan forming. "Okay, then… would you come with me to ask him? Please? You know Taiyo is a nice guy."
Understanding her daughter's apprehension and the importance of this request, Robin nodded. "Of course, my love. We'll ask him together," she agreed, offering her support in the face what they both anticipated to be either a difficult but short conversation.
They found Zoro on the deck of the Thousand Sunny, the clashing of swords echoing in the evening air as he trained with Kenji. The sight of father and son, engrossed in the intricacies of a new sword technique, brought a smile to Robin's face.
"Zoro," Robin called out, her voice cutting through the sound of the practice session. Zoro and Kenji paused, turning their attention to Robin and Olivia as they approached.
Olivia took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation ahead. The presence of her mother by her side was a small comfort, but the uncertainty of Zoro's reaction loomed large in her mind.
Robin's approach was tactful as she made her way to her husband's side. "Honey, Olivia has something she wants to ask you. We think it's important that we talk about it together," she said, setting the stage for Olivia's request.
"Dad, there's a bonfire on the beach tonight, and Taiyo invited me to go with him and his friends," she started, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her stomach. "Mom was with us all afternoon while we hung out, and she thinks he's a nice boy. So, please, can I go?"
Zoro listened, his expression unreadable as Olivia made her plea, mentioning her mother's approval and the time spent with Taiyo. He took a moment, processing the request, weighing his protective instincts against his daughter's growing independence.
Finally, he sighed, a clear sign he had reached his decision. "Olivia, I know you think you're ready for this, but I don't think it's a good idea," Zoro began, his voice firm, leaving little room for negotiation. "You're still too young, and we don't know any of these other boys. There might not even be other girls there. It's just… it's not safe. I don't want anything to happen to you."
Olivia's heart sank at her father's words, the disappointment and frustration welling up inside her. "But Mom is okay with Taiyo! She let us hang out all afternoon," she protested, trying to find a loophole in her father's reasoning. "This is why I didn't want to say anything. I knew you'd say no."
Robin, still standing beside Zoro, offered a sympathetic look to Olivia, understanding her frustration, but also acknowledging Zoro's concerns. It was a delicate balance, navigating the waters of parental protection and allowing their daughter the freedom to experience life.
Zoro, seeing the hurt in Olivia's eyes, softened is look slightly, though his decision remained firm. "I know you're upset, Livy, but it's my job to keep you safe. And right now, that means saying no to things we're not sure about," he explained, hoping to convey his protective stance came from a place of love and concern even if it was hard for her to accept.
Overwhelmed with frustration and disappointment, Olivia turned on her heel and stormed off, her retreat to her room swift and silent, a clear sign of her upset. Robin watched her go, a pang of sympathy in her heart for her daughter's plight.
Once Olivia was out of sight, Robin turned to Zoro, her expression serious. "Kenji, sweetheart, could you give your father and I a moment?" she asked gently. Kenji, sensing the gravity of the situation, gave his mother a tight hug, then dutifully handed his practice sword to Zoro and scampered off, leaving his parents to their discussion.
Alone now, Robin took the opportunity to plead Olivia's case from a different angle. "Zoro, I understand your concerns, truly I do. But what if there was a compromise? Maybe Olivia could go just for a little while, or you could accompany her down to the bonfire and then come back to get her later?" she suggested, hoping to find a middle ground that would satisfy Zoro's protective instincts while also granting Olivia some measure of freedom.
Zoro, however, remained unmoved, his resolve as firm as ever. "Robin, she's still our little girl. I just can't..." he trailed off, the thought of Olivia in an unfamiliar environment, even one as seemingly innocent as a beach bonfire, unsettling him deeply.
Robin nodded, understanding Zoro's perspective but also acutely aware of Olivia's growing need for independence. "I still see her as our baby too, but she is growing up. She can't stay confined to the ship forever without interacting with the outside world. She needs these experiences," Robin persisted, her voice soft yet filled with conviction.
Zoro countered with his own experience, "Before I joined the Straw Hats, I didn't have many interactions outside of fighting and training. I turned out fine." His words were meant to underscore his belief that minimal external social interactions wouldn't harm Olivia.
Robin, however, gently pressed on, "Our daughter's journey is different, Zoro. Her experiences, her needs... they're not the same as ours were. She's curious about the world, about people her age. It's natural for her to want these connections," she explained, hoping to bridge the gap between Zoro's protective instincts and Olivia's desire for independence.
Despite Robin's earnest attempt to sway him, Zoro's stance remained unchanged, his paternal instincts guiding his decision-making process. Robin, recognizing the futility of further discussion for the moment, let the topic drop, albeit reluctantly.
As dinner time rolled around on the Thousand Sunny, the usual cacophony of laughter and clinking dishes was noticeably subdued. Olivia's absence at the table was a silent testament to the day's earlier tension, her place at the table conspicuously empty. Robin and Nami exchanged concerned glances, both aware of the underlying issue that kept Olivia from joining them.
Throughout the meal, Robin, with support from Nami, gently prodded Zoro, encouraging him to reconsider his stance on the bonfire. "Zoro, perhaps it wouldn't hurt to talk to Olivia about tonight. Maybe we can find a compromise, like someone going with her," Robin suggested once again, her voice soft but insistent, highlighting the importance of maintaining an open dialogue with their daughter.
Even Nami chimed in, adding her perspective to bolster Robin's argument. "Olivia's growing up, Zoro. A little bit of freedom might do her good. It shows we trust her," Nami reasoned, her words aimed at softening Zoro's resolve.
Unbeknownst to the crew, as they sat at dinner navigating the delicate topic of teenage independence, Olivia was already several steps ahead. Fueled by a mix of defiance and a longing for a taste of freedom, she had decided to sneak out to the bonfire.
Under the canopy of a starlit sky, Olivia made her way to the bonfire, the flickering flames casting a warm, inviting glow over the beach. The sound of laughter and music greeted her as she approached, the anticipation fluttering in her stomach.
Taiyo spotted her first, his face lighting up as he made his way over. "Olivia! You made it," he exclaimed, his eyes taking in her appearance with an appreciative gaze. "You look great, by the way. That outfit really suits you."
Olivia, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks at the compliment, quickly composed herself to return the gesture. "Thanks, Taiyo. You don't look too bad yourself," she replied with a smile, noting the effort he had put into his appearance for the evening.
As they joined the group gathered around the bonfire, Taiyo navigated them through to a spot where they could sit together. The warmth from the fire and the sounds of the ocean waves created a cozy atmosphere, perfect for the evening's gathering.
After a few moments of comfortable conversation with Taiyo and his friends, including the girls they had invited, Taiyo gathered enough courage to make a bold move. Casually, but with a hint of nervousness, he slid his arm around Olivia's shoulders. Olivia's initial surprise at the gesture quickly gave way to a flutter of excitement, and though she felt nervous about the intimacy of the moment, she leaned into him slightly, accepting the gesture of closeness.
The interaction wasn't lost on the others, but the warm, inclusive vibe of the bonfire meant that no one intruded on their moment, allowing them the space to enjoy each other's company amidst the group.
"So, enjoying the bonfire so far?" Taiyo asked, trying to sound casual despite the significance of his recent gesture.
Olivia glanced up at him, her eyes reflecting the firelight. "Yeah, it's really nice. I'm glad I came," she said, her voice carrying a note of sincerity. "Thanks for inviting me."
Meanwhile, back on the ship, having been swayed by the persistent encouragement of Robin and Nami, and perhaps his own internal struggle with the rapid pace at which Olivia was growing up, Zoro made his way to Olivia's room. He braced himself for what he anticipated to be a silent protest from his daughter, her way of expressing her disappointment in his initial refusal.
However, as he opened the door to her room, expecting to find Olivia in a sullen state, he was met with an empty space. The realization that she had taken matters into her own hands and snuck out to the bonfire sent a wave of mixed emotions through him — frustration at her disobedience and concern for her safety.
Exiting Olivia's room, the absence of his daughter weighing heavily on him, Zoro's strides were purposeful as he sought out Robin. "She's gone, probably with that boy I knew was up to no good," Zoro thought to himself, his thoughts filled with frustration and a hint of betrayal.
Upon finding his wife, Zoro's demeanor was a storm of emotions—anger, concern, frustration—all swirling together. Without even giving Robin a chance to fully register his range of emotions he began voicing his frustrations, "She's gone. I knew that boy wasn't good for her! He's convinced her to run off. See this is why I didn't want her to go!"
Robin, seeing the emotional battle within him, placed her hands on either side of his face, compelling him to meet her gaze. "Look at me, Zoro. I need you to stay calm. The worst thing you can do right now is lose your temper especially in front of her."
Robin's steady gaze held Zoro's, her hands gentle against his cheeks. "We need to think this through," she continued, her voice a beacon of calm in his emotional storm. "Yes, Olivia has broken our trust by sneaking out, and it's something we'll need to address. But we also need to consider the trust we've perhaps withheld from her."
Zoro's expression softened slightly, the anger giving way to a begrudging attentiveness, though his stance remained tense. Robin seized the moment to further her point. "Olivia is almost an adult, Zoro. She's been through a lot already, seen so much of the world with us. She's not the baby we might wish her to still be. She's growing, changing, and we need to acknowledge that."
His frustration was still palpable, a silent struggle between his instincts to protect and the understanding that his little girl was, indeed, no longer so little. "I want to go after her, Robin. Right now," he said, the urge to act, to retrieve Olivia from the bonfire, fighting with his better judgement.
Robin, however, remained resolute, shaking her head. "No. We wait until she comes back. Confronting her now, in the heat of all of this, won't solve anything. It might only drive a wedge deeper between us. She will come home, and we'll talk then—calmly and rationally," Robin insisted, her wisdom in handling matters like this shining through. "We'll discuss consequences for her actions, but we'll also listen to her side and try to understand her reasons for why she ran off."
Zoro, absorbing Robin's words, simply nodded, a deep sense of hurt unexpectedly washing over him, mingling with his disappointment. It was a strange, poignant ache — the realization that his little girl was asserting her independence in such a rebellious manner stung more than he anticipated. He had always known this day would come but facing it head-on was a different matter entirely. This feeling, this mix of hurt and disappointment, was new territory for him. As a father, he was prepared to face down any external threat with unwavering resolve. But navigating the complex emotional landscape of his growing daughter proved to be an entirely different challenge, one that left him feeling surprisingly vulnerable.
Outside, under the stars, time seemed to stand still for Olivia as she sat by the bonfire, the warmth of the flames and the comfort of Taiyo's presence enveloping her in a bubble of contentment. With Taiyo's arm still casually draped around her and her head resting lightly on his shoulder, the evening had passed in a blur of laughter, shared stories, and the kind of easy companionship that she hadn't realized she'd been craving.
However, as the night deepened and the laughter around the bonfire began to quiet, a sudden awareness of the time jolted Olivia back to reality. Glancing around and catching sight of the moon hanging high in the sky, she realized just how late it had gotten. "Taiyo, I... I lost track of time. I need to go," she said, her voice tinged with regret as she gently removed herself from his side.
Taiyo nodded, understanding, though clearly wishing the night didn't have to end so soon. "Let me walk you back," he offered, his tone sincere. As they made their way back to where the Thousand Sunny was docked, the night air carried their soft conversation, a mix of promises to meet again and reluctant goodbyes.
Standing at the bottom of the gangplank, Taiyo paused. "I hope I'll see you tomorrow," he said, his voice hopeful. Olivia, turning to face him, offered a small smile. "Me too," she replied, her heart heavy with the knowledge of the conversation that awaited her aboard the ship. She knew with how late she was, her parents had to have noticed her absence.
Taking a deep breath, Olivia ascended the gangplank, her steps light as she hoped to avoid detection. She had almost allowed herself to believe that she might make it back to her room unnoticed when she spotted her father standing guard outside her door. The sight of him, stern and silent, filled her with a mix of dread and resignation.
She knew the moment for explanations, and perhaps confrontations, had arrived. The freedom and joy of the evening now seemed a distant memory as she prepared to face the consequences of her decision to defy her parents' decision.
"Dad, I—" Olivia's attempt at an explanation faltered as Zoro raised his hand, signaling for silence without uttering a word. His usual readiness to speak his mind seemed momentarily suspended, replaced by a heavy sigh and a deliberate avoidance of her gaze.
The silence that enveloped them was almost tangible, filled with unspoken emotions and the weight of the evening's events. Eventually, Zoro found his voice, though it carried a weariness that Olivia had seldom heard from him. "Just go to bed, Olivia. We'll talk about this tomorrow. Your mom's already asleep," he said, his voice softer than she expected, tinged with concern rather than anger. "She was becoming worried…we both were…when you didn't come home as soon as we thought you would."
Olivia opened her mouth to respond, to offer some form of apology or explanation, but Zoro had already turned away, retreating into his and Robin's room, the soft click of the door closing marking the end of their interaction.
Left alone in the hallway, Olivia felt a complex mix of relief and apprehension. The relief stemmed from the fact that the confrontation she'd dreaded hadn't happened—at least, not yet. But the apprehension came from knowing it was only postponed, and the disappointment in her father's eyes was a clear prelude to the serious discussion that awaited them in the light of day.
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As the first light of dawn crept into Olivia's room, it found her wide awake, the events of the previous night replaying in her mind like a relentless loop. Despite her exhaustion, sleep had eluded her, each passing hour amplifying her anxiety over the impending conversation with her parents. The anticipation of their disappointment, the possible repercussions of her actions, and the fear of damaging the trust they placed in her had kept her in a state of restless contemplation.
Olivia had mentally crafted and re-crafted her explanations, apologies, and reasons, trying to anticipate every question, every response. Yet, the thought of facing not just her parents but the entire crew at breakfast was overwhelming. The dining area, usually a place of laughter and shared stories, now seemed like a daunting stage where her recent choices would be the unwelcome center of attention.
With a heavy heart and a mind burdened with worry, Olivia decided to skip breakfast altogether. She couldn't bear the thought of sitting at the table, surrounded by her family, all of whom would have undoubtedly heard about her sneaking out. The thought of their collective disappointment, especially Zoro's silent disapproval and Robin's worried gaze, was too much to face on an empty stomach and a night devoid of sleep.
As the sounds of the crew's morning routine filtered into her room, Olivia remained secluded, her dread of the conversation ahead growing with each passing moment. In her isolation, she realized that no amount of rehearsal could truly prepare her for what was to come. The only way forward was to face her family, to own up to her mistakes, and to accept whatever fallout awaited. But for now, in the quiet of her room, she allowed herself a few more moments of solitude, gathering the strength and resolve she would need to make amends.
After noticing Olivia's absence at breakfast, Robin and Zoro exchanged a glance that communicated their mutual concern. The usual morning chatter amongst the crew felt hollow without the presence of their daughter, her empty seat a silent testament to the unresolved tension from the night before. Finishing their meal with minimal conversation, they made their way to Olivia's room.
Knocking on her door, Robin called out, "Olivia, it's us. We need to talk." There was a brief moment of silence, the air thick with anticipation before they heard the shuffling of feet and the door slowly opened. Olivia stood there, looking weary and apprehensive, the toll of a sleepless night evident in her eyes.
Without a word, Robin stepped forward, wrapping Olivia in a gentle hug, an unspoken reassurance of her love regardless of the circumstances. Zoro, though his expression was stern, had softened his gaze, indicating his concern for his daughter's well-being above all else.
Zoro took a seat quietly by Olivia's bed, his usual imposing figure seeming almost out of place in the small, personal space. Meanwhile, Robin sat beside Olivia on the bed, her presence comforting.
Olivia, gathering a shred of courage, broke the silence first. "I think I know what you two are going to say," she started, her voice barely audible. "And I promise, I'll never do something like this again. I didn't mean to worry you or make you upset. I just… I wanted a little freedom, to prove I'm not a child. Besides Taiyo is a good guy, I knew he wouldn't do anything. I'm really sorry."
The room was quiet for a few moments, the weight of Olivia's words hanging in the air as Robin and Zoro processed her apology and the sincerity behind it. "Sweetheart, wanting freedom and a chance to make your own decisions is part of growing up, and we understand that," Robin said, her voice warm but filled with a parent's concern. "It's okay to want those things, but freedom also means being responsible for those choices. Sneaking out, especially without letting us know where you were going or who you were with, isn't the way to show us you're ready for more independence."
Olivia remained silent as her mother spoke, absorbing her words while the weight of the conversation pressed heavily upon her. Her eyes moved to her father, and the sight of disappointment etched across his face cut through her like a knife. Each moment of silence from him felt like an affirmation of her fears—that she had not only broken their trust but also let him down profoundly.
Compelled by a need to break the heavy silence, and unable to bear the weight of his unspoken disapproval any longer, Olivia nervously bit her lip before speaking, "Dad, could you… could you say something, please?" Her voice was barely a whisper, a direct plea for him to fill the silence with anything, even if it was to express his anger or disappointment further.
Zoro, surprised by the raw emotion in his daughter's request, realized the impact his silence had on her. Clearing his throat, he sought to find words that could bridge the gap his disappointment had widened. "I won't lie and say I'm not disappointed. I am, but it's because I care about you—more than you might realize. Seeing you make a choice like this, it worries me."
He hesitated, carefully choosing his words before continuing. "You know, if you had given me a bit more time, I was actually going to let you go to the bonfire last night. I know I acted like a jerk, but it wasn't about trusting you or that bo... or Taiyo… It's because I'm scared."
Olivia's eyebrows rose in surprise at this admission, a rarity from her father, who always seemed to be the epitome of strength and fearlessness. "Scared? Dad is never scared," she mused silently, her curiosity piqued as she focused intently on him, eager to understand the depth of his feelings.
"My little girl… she's not so little anymore. She's growing up into a young woman, with her mom's beauty and smarts and her dad's stubbornness," Zoro remarked, hoping to draw a small smile from his daughter, which seemed to work. "Seeing a boy interested in you, especially with how excited you were to spend time with him, it hit me hard. It made me face the fact that you're becoming independent, that you might not need me as much anymore."
Olivia's smile faltered slightly at her father's words, touched by his vulnerability. "Dad, I'll always need you," she said softly, her voice steady despite the emotion swelling within her. "Just because I'm growing up doesn't mean I won't need my parents. I'll always need you two. I mean, the way I need you two might change, but I'll always need your guidance and support."
The room fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments before Robin gently steered the conversation towards a more challenging topic. "Livy, I'm glad that we got to put all of this out in the open, and I want you to know that your father and I are always here for you," Robin began, her voice steady but filled with a mix of warmth and authority. "But we also need to discuss the consequences of sneaking out. Actions, especially those that concern your safety, have repercussions."
Zoro nodded in agreement, the shift in conversation bringing back the gravity of Olivia's actions. "We don't want to punish you for wanting freedom, but sneaking out, especially without letting us know where you were going or who with, was dangerous. We want to know that this won't happen again," he added, his tone serious but underscored with concern.
Olivia, understanding the shift in the conversation, nodded, accepting the impending discussion of her actions. "I know I messed up," she admitted, bracing herself for what was to come, "I'm ready to accept whatever you think is fair."
Robin and Zoro exchanged a glance, having already considered an appropriate response to Olivia's actions. "For the next few weeks, we'd like you to take on some extra responsibilities around the ship," Robin explained. "It's important for you to understand the importance of being part of a team, and how your actions affect everyone else here."
"And," Zoro continued, "For a while, anytime you go out, it'll be to a place that we all agree upon with someone from the ship. We want you to have your freedom, but right now you need to gain back our trust."
Olivia listened quietly, understanding the fairness in their decision. The punishment wasn't just about reprimanding her for a single night's mistake but about teaching her the broader implications of her actions on her own safety and the well-being of those who cared for her. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around her mother in a heartfelt hug, silently thanking her for the guidance and love. Robin returned the embrace warmly, a silent exchange of forgiveness and reassurance passing between them.
Then, turning to her father, Olivia stood and approached Zoro, uncertainty momentarily flashing across her face as she wondered how he would react. To her relief and slight surprise, Zoro opened his arms wide, pulling her into a hug that was both protective and tender. In that embrace, Olivia sensed not just the relief in her father's heart that she wasn't angry with him but also his silent promise of support and understanding as she navigated the challenges of growing up.
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A few days later, Robin, thinking it would be beneficial for their family to spend some quality time together, suggested a trip into town. The outing would be a chance for Olivia and Zoro to step away from the tensions of the past days and reconnect.
As they meandered through the bustling streets of the town, laughing and talking about everything from sword techniques to Zoro's poor sense of direction, Olivia's spirits lifted.
Then seemingly out of nowhere, Taiyo appeared, his presence a sudden reminder of the events that had sparked their recent family discussions. Olivia's face lit up with a bright, unmistakable happiness upon seeing him, a reaction that didn't go unnoticed by Zoro.
The sight of his daughter's happiness, the clear indication that Taiyo brought her joy, softened Zoro's stance. It wasn't about giving in or letting go of his concerns but about acknowledging Olivia's growth and her ability to make choices that brought her happiness. In that moment, Zoro saw not just the child he needed to protect but the emerging adult he needed to support and trust.
After sharing a brief look with his wife, Zoro turned to Olivia. "Livy, you can go hang out with Taiyo. Just remember everything we talked about, okay?"
Olivia's eyes widened in surprise and gratitude. "Really, Dad? Thank you!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. She then turned to Taiyo, her smile radiant. "Did you hear that? We can hang out!"
Taiyo, equally surprised and delighted, nodded, his respect for Zoro growing. "Thank you, Mr. Roronoa. We'll be careful, I promise," he assured, understanding the weight of the trust being placed in him.
Zoro couldn't help but smile, albeit reluctantly, at their happiness. As they walked away, Zoro's gaze stayed on his daughter as he spoke to Robin. "I know it's probably that 'first crush' thing you told me about, but seeing her happy makes all the difference."
Robin, watching the young pair walk away with a mix of parental pride and a hint of nostalgia, turned to Zoro with a knowing smile. "Yes, it's a special moment in any young person's life. Their happiness—it's infectious, isn't it?" she responded, her voice soft, echoing Zoro's sentiments.
Kenji, who had been observing the exchange with the curious intensity of a younger sibling, tugged at his mother's hand, his brows furrowed in confusion. "Mom, what's a crush? Is that why Olivia has been acting all weird lately?" he asked, his innocent inquiry cutting through the moment's emotional weight.
Robin chuckled lightly, kneeling down to be eye-level with her curious son. "Yes, that's part of it," she admitted, choosing her words carefully to suit his young mind. "I'll explain more about it later, okay? For now, just know that your sister is learning about feelings that are new to her, just like you'll learn one day."
Kenji nodded, though the concept still seemed to puzzle him. "Okay, if you say so," he replied, accepting his mother's promise for a future explanation with the trust only a child could have.
Hours later, as the family eventually regrouped to head back to their ship, the air was filled with a gentle understanding and a shared sense of moving forward. Olivia's step seemed lighter, buoyed by her parents' trust and the joy of newfound connections. Zoro, walking beside Robin with Kenji in tow, allowed himself a rare, contented sigh, appreciating the beauty of the life they'd built together.
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A/N: I know I don't post as quickly as I did when I first started writing this series, but I hope that since I'm making these chapters a little longer, it will make up for it. This one has a little over 8500 words.
This idea was based off Phantom1108's comment on Ao3 about Olivia's first crush, which I hope everyone enjoyed.
If you have any other ideas for future stories, feel free to leave me a comment!
Also, I wanted to thank Shinho4869 for their reviews so far along with the review left by a guest. I appreciate the kind comments.