Hey guys! I'm so sorry that I haven't uploaded this in forever...I really thought I had finished it. Oh, well. This is the last chapter! Enjoy!

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Chapter 10: Fight for Love

"Just wait Princess. Your prince won't be much longer," Ezra chuckled, caressing Lucina's cheek. She struggled, though it didn't get her far with her hands chained above her head.

"What do you plan on doing with him?!" She demanded an answer, and wouldn't falter until she got one.

"He and I have...a bit of a...disagreement. I just want to settle it." Both teens stopped after hearing footsteps echo in the hallway not far from where he was. "Well, he got here quicker than I thought. Just watch Lucina—it will be the show of a lifetime."

"Are you sure that this is the place?" Reflet asked, dusting off his tome.

"Positive...I know Lucina's scream came from behind this door." With a heavy and shaky breath, he drew he sword. He tried to open the door, only to find it locked.

"Don't worry, Marth," Robin started, replacing her fire tome with a bolganone one. "I'll handle this." With a sigh, she readied her tome before letting out a battle cry. The massive flame hit the door, ultimately burning and breaking it down.

"I'm impressed you thought of burning the door down so quickly," Pit started, his ocean blue eyes practically sprakling.

"We're tacticians. You shouldn't expect anything different," she replied before looking at the door. "But there's no time to dwell on it. We have better things to do."

The small group of footsteps grew louder, and Ezra couldn't hide his smirk. He turned towards Lucina and sighed. "Come now, Princess. There's no need to look so terrified. I'll save Prince Marth for last. I swear it on my life."

"I don't care what you try to do, Ezra! Marth will destroy you," she hissed slightly leaning forward.

"You think?" He took a knife from his boot and held it against the bluenette's throat. "Because I don't think I ask what you thought. I could kill you now and watch him suff-"

"Don't touch her, you fiend!"

Ezra chuckled, slowly turning on his heels. "Welcome Prince Marth...We've been waiting for you."

"Let her go, Ezra! This is between me and you." The blue-haired prince drew his sword, motioning for the others to step back.

"Very well, Prince Marth. This is between you and me. Guards!" Everyone in the room froze, listening for the heavy metal footsteps. Marth's party drew their weapons once they arrived. "Keep them entertained. This is strictly between me and Prince Marth." He turned to him. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

He growled. "Very well, Ezra." With that, he charged at the brunette before he could draw his sword. Ezra sidestepped, drawing it in the process.

"You've stooped low, Prince Marth...Attacking an enemy while he is unaware of what is happen-"

"It's your fault for being clueless. I have no guilt."

"Clueless? What do you think I was clueless of?! When you killed my father?! When you took what was rightfully mine?! You took everything from me!" He swung at Marth, but he was no match for the prince's well-known speed.

"That is where you are wrong, Ezra! Your father took my kingdom, my father...my sister. He took everything from me! I won't let history repeat itself." His sword clashed with Ezra's, causing both teens to growl. "Let Lucina go and we'll go our seperate ways."

Ezra scoffed, pushing back Marth. "Please...you? Grant me leeway? The Lowell house has never been one of mercy. You've gone soft, my prince-"

"You're right. I'm nothing like my father. But I'll still fight for what I believe in!" He charged again, this time slashing Ezra in the arm.

He hissed before screaming. "How dare you! I can't believe that you think the Lowell house is all high and mighty! You don't know the things your ancestors did!"

"I don't need to." Marth sheathed his sword, walking up to the fallen teen. "I'll carve a new path for my family."

Ezra sighed, avoiding the prince's gaze before he shot his hand out. It hit Marth in the chest before it sent him flying back and onto the ground. He groaned, still conscious, but gave no other reaction. "You really have gone soft, Marth. A true war hero would know not to let his guard down. But I thought you were strong enough to withstsand Mire."

Marth tried to stand, but was greeted with a foot to his chest. He growled before looking up at the teen. "I'm giving you this offer again. Let Lucina go and we'll go out separate ways."

"You keep saying that Prince Marth. But the thing is, I want you to die. I want to kill you. So again, I won't accept until I have your head on a sliver platter!" He pressed down harder, and Marth gasped for air. "You soft prince! You deserve nothing but death!" With that, Ezra stuck his hand out again to deliver the finishing blow.

Marth closed his eyes out of instinct, awaiting the final blow. The sounds of Lucina's screaming and the others fighting clouded the bluenette's brain as he waited for pain to strike. But it never came. Instead, another groan was heard before he felt the pressure of his chest release.

He opened his cerulean eyes to see a hand awaiting his, and was surprised to see who it was. He grabbed the hand and leapt into the man's arms, trying to suppress tears. "Aiku!" Despite his attempts, he cried into the mercenary's chest, letting Ike slowly rub circles across his back. "Gomen'nasai!"

Ike held the sobbing prince at arm's length. "What are you apologizing for?"

The eighteen year old wiped his eyes on the back of his gloved hands. "I couldn't protect you. I...I thought you died right in front of me! And I couldn't do anything to stop him!"

"That's nothing to apologize for. We're both okay and that's all that matters." Marth nodded.

"But...But you're hurt!

Ike looked at his side when the sword had sliced him. "I'm okay Marth. Everything's okay." Both men turned to look at the unconscious teen on the floor. "What do we do about him?"

"He told me that we're pretty close to Altea," Pit replied, joining the conversation.

"Alright then. Lock him up and leave him here. The royal guard patrols this area sometimes. They will find him," Marth sighed, watching Ike and Link chain up Gharnef's son. He looked at his boot and noticed something on the floor. He picked it up before looking at Lucina with a smile.

He jogged up to her, unlocking her hands before she fell into his arms. He caught and hugged her, staying in that position for quite some time. "I'm sorry I got you dragged into all this. Are you alright?"

"I am. But what about you? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"Not bad enough to do any damage." The two royals parted before turning to the rest of the group. "Now...I say we go home."

The two blue haired heroes sat on the bed, Marth wrapping Ike's abdomen in silence. "Marth...Quit beating yourself up about it. I'm fine."

Marth shook his head. "It's not that. I almost got the two people I care about the most killed. I'd never forgive myself if that were to happen again-"

"It won't," Ike replied, standing when the bandage had been wrapped. "No one else should come through like him again...unless gods themselves have children." Marth laughed before standing as well, brushing a few stray hairs from his face.

"Thank you Ike."

"For what?" He asked, but it came out muffled from underneath his shirt.

Marth shrugged. "Helping me, I guess."

"You're my best friend, Marth. Of course I would." He adjusted his tunic before turning to the prince. "Just make me a promise."

"What is it?"

"Promise that if anything is bothering you, you'll come to me. I hate it when you hide stuff from me."

"...Alright Ike, I promise."

I know this wasn't very MarthxLucina, but it had it's small moments. I hope you guys enjoyed it though.

P.S.- I'm posting the first chapter of my newest story shortly after this one. Stay tuned.

See you guys l8tr!