It's too Late to Save Me

By: marusu-kun

Warning: Contains YAOI, and some disease/sickness.

Marth's POV~

I've been lying in this hospital bed for three weeks now, and I show no signs of improving. I'm very, and dangerously, sick with Pneumonia. Ike was at my side 27/7 during these weeks, and today may be my last day with him. That factor makes me so upset; enough to make me die of just tears and not sickness. I never want to lose Aiku-san… But I may have to… I turn my head to my right, and see Ike staring at me with concerned eyes; he knew it too. He knew that our forever has come to an end.

I whispered weakly, really trying to comfort him, "It's gonna be ok… Don't worry Aiku-san… We will be together… Always and forever…-" Before I could go on, I found Ike cutting me off.

He burst into tears, grabbing my hand and holding it tightly, "Those are lies Marth! Stop lying to yourself and to me! It's truly over! And you know it!" He didn't want me to try blowing this sickness off as if it was nothing, because it truly is something; something deadly.

He continued, quieter now, "I really don't want to lose you Marth… And seeing you like this makes everything worse…" I was feeling lightheaded, I knew I was already slipping into death; slowly. He noticed, "And if you die… I will kill myself to be with you."

I didn't want him to kill himself, he still had a long and adventurable life, so I said to him weaker than before, "No Ike… Don't do that… Live your life… Please… Promise me you won't kill yourself…" I knew Ike would have to promise it to me, after all; it is my little death request. He nodded slowly, reluctantly to my request. And I felt myself slipping even more. He grabbed me and hugged me very tightly, not want to let me go. He was crying, a lot, and I could feel his warm tears patter down onto my pale face. I would really, really miss him.

I murmured, before slipping completely, "I love you, don't forget it… And never forget me…"

Ike's POV~

Marth, was gone… I couldn't believe it. And now, I will miss him… I continued to hug his lifeless body, and crying for a half hour before placing him back on his death bed. I walked out of the hospital, and went outside; I settled myself against a willow tree and cried some more. Obviously, I knew I couldn't keep the promise; especially while I'm feeling this depressed. So I pulled out my sword, preparing it, and stood from my seat. Then the whole world went dark, a sharp pain in my chest and heart (where I stabbed myself) was all I felt before heading off to join my beloved in the afterlife. Where we really, truly could be together forever.

(A/N: I know this is a repost, and I am super sorry! I am working on new fics!)