The children of killers
The children of killers are not killers, but children -Elie Wiesel
I never know what Bakura does when i black out.
It's scary, but I deal.
That is, I could.
Until now.
He did something unforgivable.
Yet she forgave him.
She is untainted innocence.
I am merely a strange shade of gray in a black and white world.
I love that little girl.
The one he bred.
Of my body.
And of Lust.
I love that little girl.
As though she were my own.
Because the children of killers,
are not killers, but children.
