This is evil.

Im warning you now.

The evilness of this chapter is like, "kldsjfhlsa;jfhg" Run while you still have the chance.

No, actually, read it. That's why I posted it. Just don't eat me. If you don't like it then…. BLAME IKE! =holds him out= Its always easier to blame Ike |D.

Anyways, Im getting off subject, where was I? Oh yeah, this is the second part to that "Fight" chapter, if you couldn't guess.

REVIEW.

Onegaishimasu? Don't make me start spewing Japanese at you ;A;

Blades clashed against each other in the arena, the sound completely drowned out over the cries of the crowd. After a moment Ragnell gave in to Falchion, earning Marth yet another hit. "Damnit Ike!" He cried out over the cheers, "You're not getting into my good graces by letting me win; now fight!"

Ike had a sly smile on his face, the one that Marth loved; but right now it only brought him anger. The Crimean was so damn cocky! He spun out landing yet another graceful hit, watching the damage meter on the scoreboard rise. Ike had one life; his damage at %95. Marth had three with a damage of %20.

There was no question the mercenary was letting him win, and he hated that.

"Hit me, Ike! For Anri's sake, fight back!"

"You want me to hit you?" Ike asked, voice playful, taunting.

"Yes!"

"You sure~?"

"Fucking hell Ike! If you keep this up you might as well find a new boyfriend!"

"Okay~" Ike swung out, and though Marth moved to block, he was no match for the Crimean's overwhelming strength. Falchion was hit aside and Ragnell clipped his shoulder. "There, are we happy? Marth?"

Marth's face was distorted in pain, he clutched at the shoulder as a deep red flowed out from the spot Ragnell had hit him.

"Marth?!" Ike rushed forward, fight forgotten. His fingers touched the cloth near Marth's hand, and pulled away to inspect the blood on them. "What the-"

"Ike, Marth." A face appeared on the screen of the scoreboard.

"Snake? What's going on? Marth is bleeding!"

"I know," Snake nodded, "The protective shields have failed. There's some sort of bug running through the system."

"Then get us out of here," Ike's voice was worried, he found that one of his hands had snaked around Marth's shoulders.

"… Ike."

"Yeah?"

"The emergency warp isn't responding."

Now it was Marth who spoke up, hiding the pain to look up, "What are you saying?"

"… We cant get you out. Not unless the match is finished."

"But we cant finish the match without the shields!" Ike cried out, his voice desperate. He knew what Snake was suggesting.

"… The only way to reboot the shield and the warp would be to reboot the system. But if we do that while you're inside…"

"We'll be stuck here forever…" Marth sighed, clutching to Ike.

"Right."

"So what do you suggest we do?" Asked Ike.

"… That is your choice." And with that, the image of Snake was once again replaced with the scoreboard. The crowd was still cheering, totally unaffected by the news that had just been dropped. But this was because the crowd wasn't real, none of it was. Holograms, a fake world. And Marth and Ike were trapped in it.

"Marth-"

"Im fine Ike."

"What should we do?"

"… Just wait. Hope for the best."

"But-"

"Don't even think about the other option Ike."

"…"

They fell into a silence. Hours passed, nothing happened. Snake did not return. Ike's legs swung softly off the edge of the stage where he sat, Marth leaning against him. He turned his head to take in the scent of the Altean Prince's hair, and then sighed. "Marth."

"Yes?"

"I have an idea."

"Oh dear," there was a bit of joking to the prince's voice, but it was weak.

"No, really. We'll be warped out if we finish the match right?"

"I told you; don't even think-"

"No, no, listen. We just have to fool the machine. Make it think one of us has lost a life."

"And how do you plan to do that?"

"We keep fighting. We know each other's capabilities; what we can and cant block. We fight until one of us falls from exhaustion. The machine will think that person has died, and count it as a lost life."

"… you think that will work?" there was a glimmer of hope to the prince's voice.

"I don't know, but we have to try. It's better than sitting here and doing nothing." He stood as he said this, pulling Ragnell from the ground in which he had embedded it. "Come on. We'll just spar. It'll be like training."

Marth too stood, ever graceful as he pulled Falchion from it's sheath, "Okay…"

Blades clashed against each other in the arena, the sound completely drowned out over the cries of the crowd.

Though each party blocked each attack with ease this time. It was like a game, not a fight. Neither pushed the other's limits. Ragnell shot out and was blocked by Falchion; then Falchion repaid the favor. It seemed like it would go on forever. It could go on forever. Marth shot out, thrusting his sword towards Ike. Ike moved to block it…

And then moved Ragnell away.

Though the prince's eyes widened in shock, he was too late to stop his sword from entering the other's body, impaling him. "I-IKE!" Was the cry that left his youthful lips.

The mercenary only smiled. Not that cocky smile he had worn before, but a genuine, caring smile.

"W-what the hell are you doing?" Marth pulled his blade from the other's body and tossed it aside, allowing it to slide across the floor. He grabed at Ike's shoulders.

"Proving that I love you…"

"Damnit Ike! Not like this! I didn't want it like this!" the monarch felt the body in his hands begin to grow limp, and fell to his knees, Ike in his lap. "Please Ike… not like this."

"It's the only way… to save you…"

"No… no! We would have found another way! We're going to find another way!"

"No Marth…." Ike's face rested against the prince's chest. "It's okay… I just want you to live."

Marth's head shook, tears ran freely down his face. "No Ike… please… don't go… please…"

"I do love you Marth..." the Crimean's eyes closed. "Sorry if I was a jerk…"

"No Ike… I love you to… Im sorry. I never should have said those things. I love you Ike, onegai, don't leave me. I need you." But the body in his arms had gone limp and unresponsive. "I-Ike?"

The light of a warp circle appeared beneath them, and suddenly Marth was in the preparation room, surrounded by his worried comrades.

But his arms were empty.

He could see the blood that covered them.

But his arms were empty.

A chilling, agonized, hopeless scream filled the room.

"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKEEEE!"