Yugioh! ZeXal - Didn't Matter

Didn't Matter


It was pointless.

Mizar knew that perfectly well.

To battle against Don Thousand, the God of the Barian World of who possessed more power than Mizar himself did, was as meaningless as watching the world crumble away before you with blank eyes that saw nothing but destruction and loss.
Somehow, Yuma's had still managed to keep their light. But the Barians had still corrupted his heart; all because they were blind and refused to see that they didn't even know why they were fighting to destroy the Astral World. They had been convinced it had been for the Barian World.

But Mizar found that was not the case.

Don Thousand had done this to them. For centuries had they dwelled in what was forever Don Thousand's domain, playing as his puppets on strings that he forever controlled to his will. Even as the god before him played his move and his inevitable came before him, Mizar could not shake that thought from his mind. He had been first born in freedom. He had first died as a puppet to him. And he had once more been born, but as the thing that the god had shaped him to be.
Along with his fellow Emperors, that had been played as well. All the things he had done were done under someone else's control, never really having a will of his own that he alone could live by.
No, he had just played along with the show and allowed himself to be manipulated and used.

Like a doll.

Half of him didn't want this to happen, the other half accepted it as he was blown away from the duel as his life points dropped to 0; his eyes staring forward into a red sky that he had now grown to hate.
Truth be told, it looked much better blue. He had done terrible things in his Barian life; including being unable to save the one person that actually understood his soul. Galaxy Eyes were forever, but Kite had inevitably failed his when he had fallen on the moon. He had been buried there with the galaxies above him, the galaxies that the Galaxy Eyes held within their souls.
But that didn't matter anymore, now did it?

His back ached painfully when he struck the ground, rocks digging into the torn cloth of his outfit and his blond hair spread out messily under him. He felt almost lighter than a feather, almost weightless like the burdens of the world around him had finally disappeared.
He didn't want to open his eyes, but by will he did anyway, staring up into the faces of his leader, Nash, and that child, Yuma along with his partner, Astral. Of all the mistakes he had made this is the one that he didn't regret.

"Mizar!" He heard Yuma say, his blue eyes turning to the raven-redhead, weakly turning his head towards him.
He never thought he would seem so relieved to see that face, so stricken with fear and worry that it was nearly impossible to see any purity left in his heart. But it was there; and Mizar knew that from the light that was still in his eyes. And Nash.. No, it was wrong to call him Nash.

But it didn't matter anymore..

No longer would it matter as a weak smile crossed his face, and his hearing went so out of focus that not even he could properly identify the words he spoke.. He had been dying when he refused to turn his back on Jinglong; and he was dying now.
But no longer would be remain a puppet under Don Thousand's control; no longer would he follow the path that the god crafted before him in blind obedience like they all had. Galaxy Eyes were forever.. Both he and Kite had been the masters of the Galaxy Eyes.. Kite had been the true master; though he didn't entirely know how that was. It simply right..

"I will leave the rest to you..." He heard himself say, seeing delicate tears coming to forlorn ruby eyes that the Emperors had corrupted with a much darker shade. It was over. And finally - for the first time in millennial - he accepted this fate..
And with that thought, he saw a light in front of him that seemed so heavenly that it wasn't real.
And in that light, appeared a figure that he recognized all too well..

Blond hair with teal bangs, pale skin upon a face that had long been consumed by the night, steel grey eyes that still had the kindness he had seen in them before they had closed for eternity..

No..

He was long dead..
But maybe - just maybe - Kite had forgiven him.. The Galaxy Eyes were forever. Galaxy Eyes made their own destiny, following a different path by others that had been long forgotten even after the creation of Numeron; Galaxy Eyes stuck together; and Galaxy Eyes were one. Kite - who now radiated with a godly aura that shone with the light of Numeron - extended his hand towards his fellow Dragon Tamer, his brother among the Galaxy Eyes. Mizar looked into steel grey eyes as the kindest of smiles crossed his face.

Kite had forgiven him.

"You've done well, Mizar.." Were his only and last words to his brother in the galaxies.. Kite had forgiven him..
Mizar had forgiven himself.
For centuries had been a mindless puppet to the god of their world, following his command in hopes that it would lead him to victory, but it only lead him to failure and defeat. But he was not ashamed of that. Not anymore.. He had been born a puppet.
He would never again die the same way.
He would die; but he would die a free spirit.

"As have you, my friend.."

Mizar took his hand, and they were no more.