Author note: I do not own the Last Story. Or Zesha and Zepha.

Warning: AU, ZeshaxZepha, other pairings, takes place during and post-game, spoilers

IMPORTANT: THIS WILL HAVE AN INCEST PAIRING IN MY FIC, SO FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT DON'T LIKE IT, JUST DON'T READ IT-I mean, there's no point in flaming, really, and it's up to the writer of what they want to write... THANK YOU.


Never Gone


1. One Decision


One decision.

That alone can change a lot.

That one decision that Zesha made after his brother fell was to avenge him.

He could have stayed by Lord Zangurak's side. But no, he wished to avenge his brother, and bathe his hands with the mercenaries' blood.

It was obvious to everyone that had faced him that he was in close relations with his brother-helping him up after the fight at the Gurak Military Fortress, completely in sync with each other during battle.

But no one realized how exactly close they were with each other.

Until now.

"I will avenge my brother's death!"

Zesha's threat, Mirania soon realized, was the cry of the most desperate. The rage in his eyes was one that would not, could not, stop.

Because Zesha loved Zepha not as a brother, but as a lover.

The healing mage should have figured this out earlier-usually she was able to tell these sorts of things quite easily. For example, she could obviously see that Zael loved Calista, and Syrenne and Lowell probably loved each other despite their differences and such.

But she had never expected this between the two brothers. But then again, those encouraging actions between each other (helping each other get up if they fell, supporting the other's body weight if they got pretty injured and all) and those looks at each other (they weren't ones of just determination to go and kill the humans, they were also determined not to die so that they wouldn't lose each other) basically told it all.

And if that didn't tell it all to those that were too stupid to see it, then Zesha's overwhelming rage did.

They thought they took down Zesha after the first try. They really did.

That cost them Lowell.

And as much as Mirania hated this fighting, as much as everyone didn't want to fight anymore, Zesha wanted to keep fighting.

Scream.

Slash.

Scream some more.

Recover.

Repeat the cycle and so on.

Mirania thought that the cycle would never end.


Syrenne then gave the final blow, stabbing Zesha right through his armor and into his abdomen. She twisted the sword, widening the wound as Zesha let out a breathy gasp.

Syrenne glared right into Zesha's eyes, before pulling out the sword and letting him collapse onto the ground.

"That's for Lowell, you scumbag." She snapped, before turning to the others. Zesha wanted to scream, to fight back against this, but he couldn't find the energy. He didn't have the energy to go on any longer.

The words of the others were lost to him, his thoughts going straight to Zepha.

My brother...is he...truly...

He couldn't get himself to say 'dead' to himself.

But he had to know. He had to.

So, with the last of his ability, he teleported himself to where Zepha had fallen. Ending up only a few paces away from him, he weakly crawled to his brother, who still had the dagger stuck in his chest. Zesha paused, before flinging an arm over his brother's chest, and pulling out the dagger in one swift movement.

"Brother..."Zesha threw the dagger aside, one of his hands grabbing one of Zepha's hands and putting it over Zepha's chest wound to apply pressure, while Zesha's other hand touched his brother's blood-covered face. The mage twin's eyes were closed, seemingly devoid of life.

As soon as Zesha touched his face, though, Zepha's eyes weakly opened, making eye contact with him. Zepha coughed a bit, Zesha feeling Zepha continue to put his hand over the chest wound, before speaking.

"Z-Zesha...? How..."

Zesha shook his head weakly, putting the hand he had on his brother's face over his mouth. "Don't speak," The sworld-wielding twin hissed back, looking around to see if anyone was watching. No one was there. "You...you're dying...I'm dying..."

Zepha shook his head, trying to get up, but he couldn't. "Damn it..." He turned his head to face Zesha completely, nudging Zesha's hand out of the way somehow. "At least we're...dying together..."He brought his other hand to the hand that had been on his face, the two interlocking fingers. Both of them gazed at each other quietly, silently, saying nothing.

There was no need for last words for each other. Especially if they were dying right beside each other. Their actions quite often spoke louder than any of their words. No love-laced letters or sweet nothings needed to be whispered. They just needed the presence of each other, maybe a few handholds, perhaps a kiss or so during their private time together whenever they had any. But here and now...all they needed was the presence of each other, and not much else.

If they were dying, at least they were dying together.

Shouts and screams were heard from somewhere (they weren't sure where, but they didn't care at this point-they were dying, after all). THen silence, then screaming, then fighting.

And all the time, they just lay there dying together. Until-

"We can't just leave them like this!"

"They killed Lowell!"

"Don't you mean temporary, sweetheart-"

"Shut up! They could have killed you for good! They could be dead any moment, now!"

"Syrenne, calm down...Zael is right, we can't just leave them here-"

"Don't expect me to be saving their arses!"

"But-"

"Guys, we have no time to arguing about this! We're saving them whether you like it or not! We just...we just can't let them die..."

Zesha's vision was getting hazy, the words becoming mangled in his ears as he tried to stay conscious. But his body disobeyed, three little words the only thing he could register from his own brother as he lost consciousness.

"I love you.