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.