A/N: Last chapter. Please enjoy =] I hope I didn't end it too badly. If anyone thinks I should add to it, be my guest and tell me =] Thanks for reading! Goodbye for now!

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"You look a little worse for the wear," Blank commented, lifting the helmet off, "Did he hurt you?" he asked concerned.

"Just where my wrists are tied..." Zidane tried to calm down as Blank crawled up beside him to untie him. His reflex would have been to jump up and cling to his friend, but Blank had already moved back to the noble.

"You are a sick man," he said to Braughn, pulling out the knife, "If I weren't such a good guy, I'd want to torture you."

The noble looked scared while writhing on the floor. Zidane sat up on the bed and watched, pulling the shreds of his outfit to him for warmth.

Blank looked over at him "You want to do it, or shall I?"

"I don't care, just get it done... now... please," the blonde looked away.

He winced as he heard a clean slicing sound and a gurgle as Blank slit the noble's throat fast. Blank pulled the body into the closet so the blonde wouldn't have to look at it.

"You wanna get home?" he asked gently.

"Please!" Zidane sobbed, clinging to his best friend.

"It's alright... we'll get outta here."

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Blank watched Zidane closely as he changed from the ragged dress into his own clothes. They'd gotten out of the mansion through the bedroom window, Blank carrying the blonde on his back. His neck had been wet from the tears and he regretted putting Zidane in a situation like that at all. The guilt was weighing heavily on him as he watched the blonde with his red eyes sit next to him.
"I'm really sorry, Zidane," he apologized, pulling the blonde into his arms.

"I understand. I don't mind anyways, you saved me in the end," Zidane almost whispered, clinging to his friend and snuggling under his chin. He was so glad to be somewhere comfortable again, especially in Blanks strong arms.

"No, I shouldn't have asked you to do something so dangerous," Blank kissed his head gently, lying back on the bed with him.

"No really, I'm glad it was me and not some poor girl."

Blank smiled and gently pulled the covers over them both, "You should get some sleep, we're gonna go see Murph tomorrow night."
"Alright," and with that, Zidane was out like a light.

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"Haha! Well done boys! The whole town's talking about that Braughn fella's death! No one's even got a clue!" Murph laughed as he handed the gil payment to Blank.

"Well, we have to do our best, if we get caught we'll be killed... even if we manage to get away from the guards! Baku'd have our heads," Blank laughed.

Zidane smiled as they waved 'bye to Murph and made their way out of Treno to the airship. When they climbed back onto the deck, they found Cinna messing with some kind of machine.

"Hey, there you are. Heard you did well!" Cinna grinned as Blank tossed him the bag of gil.

"Yep, you expected anything less?" he asked, starting below deck "Wake me up when we're back in Lindblum."

Cinna grunted "sure" and headed into the control room to start up the engine and get them on their way back home. While he did that, Zidane followed Blank down to the cabins. He popped into the room Blank was occupying before he could lock the door and locked it behind himself.

"Oh, hey Zidane, what's up?" Blank asked, sitting on the bed half undressed.

"I wanted to thank you," the blonde said, sitting next to him.

"For what? I didn't really do anything heroic, I was even almost late," he commented, stretching.

"Yeah, well I still appreciate you saving me," Zidane said, snuggling into Blank's chest and pushing him down on the bed. The blonde kissed him deeply, "So... thanks."

Blank smiled as the blonde pulled the covers over them while kissing him more and wondered if Cinna was going to rush to get home. He didn't mind terribly if it took a little while.