Yeah! Go me, here's the first letter to the combined Ace and Zoro alphabet, it's an LuffyxAce! I just love this pairing! This is sort of how I imagine Ace's mind would function, he just seems more of the brooding type of guy. You know?

Don't own One Piece.

Angel

His little brother was an angel. He was innocent of many things that others had done; others had attacked and betrayed comrades for power or money. His angel would never dream of such a thing. His angel had never even dreamed of harming someone who had never wronged him, he would never turn his back to the ones that mattered to him. He left behind him a trail of good fortune to the ones that had been suppressed by tyrants and dictators. He was innocent of the sins of humanity, and as his older brother he would protect and guard that innocence with his very life.

His little brother was a broken angel. He had lost everything in a few minutes time. His nakama had been ripped away from him one by one scattering all he had believed in. His angel had been hurt deeply, a scathing red hot knife of doubt in his own powers had ripped and shredded its way into his heart of hearts. He had been wounded, he had been shown a part of the world that Ace had hoped beyond measure that he would never come in contact with. When he heard of his little angels aching wounds left by that experience by the very ones that were torn away he had almost cried. He had failed his angel; his angel had been hurt while he was incarcerated in Impel Down. His angel had felt the bitterness of losing everything he held dear and felt responsible for in a flash of never ending pain.

His little brother was a fractured angel. He had been betrayed and abandoned by one of his nakama. When he had heard this particular story he had almost, almost tackled the curly haired liar and choked him to death. But he had stopped when he saw Luffy's expression when the little reindeer went on and told of how Usopp had come with them to save Robin, even if he was in a poorly thought out disguise, his angel was smiling radiantly and he knew if he was to hurt his brother's nakama his angel would despise him. His angel had been healed with the return of his nakama and with them the return of his ambitions, dreams, and goals. His angel had healed so he could forgive.

His little brother was a dark angel. He had seen when his angel had come to save him at Loguetown; he had seen the darkness that had somehow seeped into him. He was a force to be reckoned with, he tore and raged at all who stood in his path to save him. He had heard tales of this dark angel of his from his brother's nakama when he had fought with those that had the potential to kill him and in doing so almost signing something that said his nakama would suffer. His dark angel would appear and fight all that threatened those that he had claimed as his. He had seen Luffy tear apart with his bare hands those that stood between them as the shimmer of a sword dove down upon him, ready to kill him and leave his angel alone, but the dark angel that used to be innocent had stopped the descent of the sword. He felt something akin to guilt for his angels' transformation before the dark angel had disappeared and left a smiling Luffy in its presence.

His little brother was a fallen angel. He had witnessed his angels fall with his own eyes. He had at first thought that it was terrible of him to allow his angel to fall. It was a greater sin then even his angel was able to just ignore and pretend didn't exist. But then before the dark angel came, before he was saved from certain death the ones that had caged him taunted. They revealed his heritage that his little brother, his angel was not really his true little brother. In his heart he knew he would always see his angel as his little smiling storm fearing little brother. But now his angel wouldn't have to fall as much the sin they would come into was a more common one, one that his angel was able to surpass and still be his own self, one that the world did not look away in scorn at. For they had been born to different parents. His little brother was not a true fallen angel he had only had his wings clipped. His angel would eventually return to his true glory.

"Hmmm, Ace? What's wrong?" His angel was staring at him with such a loving look that he could only thank the gods or god for blessing him with his angel for how ever long he had him.

"Nothing Lu, go back to sleep." With a sweet kiss his angel consented and allowed himself to be pulled his arms once more with a breatheless sigh.

His little brother was an angel, he had been broken, then fractured, he was dark, and almost fallen. But he was his angel and he wouldn't have it any other way.