The woman isn't difficult to locate, she's the only person on the island wearing a cloak in the beautiful weather, after all. Haru follows her at a distance, curiosity keeping him simply calling her out and demanding the return of his stolen wallet. She doesn't seem to be someone from the island which only serves to further feed his curiosity. Why would someone come to such a small island simply to pick a few pockets? So, Haru continues tailing the woman, her pace slow, almost a stroll, actually.
He's sure she knows she's being followed, after all, he hasn't exactly been trying to be subtle about it. She takes a road leading out of the village, continuing her slow stroll as if she hasn't a care in the world. Then, almost as soon as the village is completely out of sight behind them, the woman suddenly turns off the road, and disappears into the forest. "Running away, huh?" mutters Haru, turning into the forest and following quickly. He moves at a sprint, trying to keep up with the woman between dodging trees and brush. "She's pretty fast."
The woman is quick on her feet, and seems to know exactly when to give someone the slip… although, oddly enough, she doesn't seem to be interested in doing that. True, she stays a step ahead of the red-head somehow, but she doesn't completely leave his sight, allowing him to continue the chase. The trees begin to thin, the brush begins to clear, and light sunlight shines brightly ahead of them. The end of the forest… She's led him quite far from the village. Through an entire, the woman seems to turn up her speed, disappearing quickly from sight.
Haru doubles his speed, moving at a dead sprint in an attempt to catch up with the woman before she completely gives him the slip. He breaks free of the tree line, and barrels right towards the edge of a cliff. " OH, SHIT! " He tries to stop, geta scraping across dirt and grass, but it won't be enough. He's gonna go over! The red-head reaches the edge, pitche s forward and suddenly comes to a complete stop hanging over the edge at a ninety-degree angle. He stares down at jagged rocks, worn sharp, and smooth by the constant battering of the ocean tide. A pair of hands tightly grip his shoulders, keeping him from falling, but making no move to pull him out of harm's way.
"That was awfully close," calls a female voice from behind. "Any slower, and you might have ended up with nothing but a bloody stain on the rocks below."
"Seems that way," agrees Haru. "Uhh… do you mind?"
"Hm? Oh." He's wrenched back onto solid ground seconds later, and he releases a sigh of relief. He turns back, expecting to find the woman close but instead finding two sets of disembodied arms growing from the earth in front of him. The cloaked woman stands several feet away, arms crossed in front of herself. "It would be a shame if you died before we had a chance to talk."
"That's a pretty neat trick."
"My Devil Fruit affords me a number of 'neat tricks'." The arms disappear, and she uncrosses her own before holding up his wallet for him to see. "I was wondering if you would notice I had taken it. If you hadn't, well… it certainly would have made our meeting all the more difficult." She looks at his wallet for a moment, turning it over in her hands a few times before tossing it back.
"And what if I hadn't noticed?"
"I would have improvised."
"I see. You went through all that trouble to lure me out here to… talk?" He tucks the leather item into his pocket and then crosses his arms. "I could think of a few easier ways of doing that than picking my pocket. 'Hello, my name is'... actually, what is your name exactly, Miss?" She casually brushes back the hood of her cloak to reveal a dark haired young woman. He's twenty but she appears a bit older than he is. She looks to be in her mid to late twenties.
"Nico Robin."
"And what did you want to talk about?"
"You, actually." The red-head arches a brow in response. "I had heard that Buggy the Clown was taken down by Shanks' son, Haru, in the East Blue. Naturally, I was curious to see the son of the great Yonko 'Red Haired' Shanks." His eyes narrowed slightly in response. "You are him, aren't you?"
"I am," Haru freely admits. After all, it's just the two of them. "But… don't tell me you really came all the way out here because you were curious?"
"Of course. I had to know the truth."
"How would you have known if I were lying?"
"I'd have known."
"How? What, have we met somewhere before?" She remains silent despite his prodding and he heaves a sigh. "Well, what if I was an imposter? What would you have done then?" A light brush against his back, causes him to look over his shoulder at another set of disembodied arms, ready to grab him by the back of his shirt and throw him to his death. "Hah, you were gonna throw me off the cliff?"
"I wouldn't have suffered a fake making a mockery of that man's name." The way she says it, the way she stares at him… he's overcome again with the strangest feeling that he really has seen or met this woman somewhere before. Haru just cannot seem to shake it. He certainly has some questions to ask… but first things first he needs to meet up with the rest of the crew again.
"And now that you have your answer? What do you intend to do?"
"I don't know. I traveled all this way to find out the truth… I think maybe I might take in the sights for a bit." She turns and walks back towards the forest rather calmly, stopping only briefly to look back at him. "Until we meet again, Haru..."