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Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal
Title: Methods
Character: Mizael
Word Count: 339||Status: One-shot
Genre: Drama||Rated: G
Challenge: Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal Flash Bingo, prompt #83, condone
Summary: [one-shot, Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal Flash Bingo, #83, condone, Mizael] Mizael has to work with Vector. That doesn't mean he *likes* Vector.
If it weren't for the chance of facing Kaito once again, Mizael wouldn't have even bothered getting involved with Vector's plan. In all truth, he hated Vector's plan. He wasn't surprised by that. He hated everything to do with Vector, up to and including Vector himself. The only thing he'd even remotely tolerated about the other's mysterious plan until now was that it kept him on Earth and out of Mizael's way. For weeks upon weeks he hadn't had to worry about Vector leaping out of the shadows to enact whatever warped scheme flickered through his mind.
He didn't like what Vector had in mind for this duel, either. He'd already made his mind up to take the full effect of Sargasso. There wouldn't be any point in doing otherwise. He wanted to defeat Kaito when the two of them were at their full power, to establish without a shadow of a doubt that he was the most powerful dragon tamer in all of existence. Not that he personally doubted it, but he needed to beat that knowledge into Kaito.
Mizael's gaze flickered to where Vector waited. He'd known the other Barian for thousands of years, long enough to know every single twitch of expression the other had. Vector ached for this confrontation, ached with every particle of his being to crush Yuuma. Mizael could understand that; he wanted the same for Kaito.
What he didn't like were the methods Vector had in mind. A battle should be held between equals in strength in skill, otherwise, what was the point?
Vector had never understood that, nor cared if he did. Mizael and Durbe had long since despaired of explaining it to him in a way that would make him care.
As much as his methods disgusted Mizael, they really had no other choice. The salvation of their world was at stake, and if Vector's plan worked, then…then it would be done.
Mizael knew he didn't have to like Vector or his methods. All they had to do was work.
The End