Ace
I should have never been born.
The thought races through his mind almost every day. Until he found him. He was so much like him, he hated his blood, and wished he was someone else. They became friends, brothers. And his mind was taken off the thoughts it was so used to thinking every day. And then they found him. He came to them. He wanted to be friends. A little ball of energy, an idiot, why could he not see that he didn't want to be friends? But then he protected their secret. So we did become friends with him, and he became a brother as well. And his thoughts of birth never once came up. And then he died, setting sail to be what he wanted, a pirate, free to do as he pleased. And his thought came up once, before a wet ball of snot and black hair hurled himself onto him, sobbing for their lost friend.
And years passed. He eventually left, but without him his blood would come up often in his mind, in the dark hours that he would have spent laying with them, sleeping quietly. He sacrificed himself so that his little brother would not die, much like his slightly older brother had done so, so many years ago. But this time was different. He died with him holding him. He died with the spirit of him next to him, he was sure of it. His last thoughts were the same lines he spoke. And with his dying breathe, he said one last line.
Thank you. Thank all of you. Marco, Dadan, Pops, my old crew. And thank you two so much, Luffy, Sabo.
And with that, Fire Fist Ace died with a smile on his face.