One
"We are one, after all, you and I; together we suffer, together exist, and forever will recreate each other."
-Pierre Teilhard de Chardin-
He was my best friend, my confidant, my hero. I looked up to him for life, love, and my night escapades. For so long, my teenage heart couldn't imagine living without him. In everything I did, Dark had some influence in it. He was the darkness, the wickness in the back of the project. He was the perfection of the kiss, the gracefullness of the dance. He had been the only one who stayed with me and who I looked to for help... until she came along.
It's been many years since Dark has made his magnifiecent flight out into the dark night to steal. Yet, I do not miss him as much as I thought I would. I have known since the time he left me that I would see him again. In the meantime, I have had my wife, Riku, the girl who banished Dark from me. I love her all the same because someone was bound to whisk him away. I was glad it was her.
Watching the scenery fly by outside of the cab, I exhaled a deep breath. This was the metaphor to life. A quick cab ride down town, for destination was death. We are born, and for that brief moment, we are one. Someone always takes you away. I shouldn't have allowed myself to grow attached. But, the woman who took you away, still steals my breath.
I turned my head slightly, watching Riku out of the corner of my eye. She was dressed in a blue cotton shirt, clinging to her skin and her motherly mound. It made the image of Gaea come to my mind, creator of earth. In the myth, Gaea must have looked upon her children with the same loving tenderness that Riku now stared at her stomach with. I had always thought mothers were beautiful in there own way. Women love this tiny person whom they have never even met, yet have cared for about nine months.
I smiled, leaning over and taking her hand. Her soft brown eyes turned to me filled with love. I couldn't describe the overflowing emotion that was pouring from her eyes. "You're beautiful," I whisper.
"Please, Daisuke, I haven't even brushed my hair this morning." Riku tilted her head to the side, when suddenly her face contorted in pain and her hand gripped mine. "Just a contraction." She breathed deeply, letting it out in a slow exhale. "This baby is ready to come out."
I turned my gaze to the front of the cab, "Do you think you could hurry. I really don't want to deliver this baby in the back of a cab."
"I'm hurrying as fast as I can, buddy. Your wife didn't exactly pick the best time to start popping out kids. It's 5 o'clock traffic."
I rolled my eyes, turning back to Riku. "The man says that if you decide to have the baby here, then he'll clean it out and the damage will be free of charge." My voice held an underline of restrained anger.
The taxi driver glanced over his shoulder, but refrained from commenting.
"Don't get in a fight with the taxi driver," Riku snapped, still breathing steadily.
It was a matter of minutes before they pulled into the hospital.
….
I cradled the baby in his arms, brushing a tuff of black hair. In the baby's bright eyes, I saw the person I had missed for so long. I saw Dark radiating from this child's eye and knew that somewhere deep inside, Dark had continued to live inside of me. Always there, just hidden, waiting to be passed along to my little boy. With a smile, I watched as a little hand clutched my finger. This was the next Phantom Thief. After all, we all have to begin somewhere.
From the moment I was born, Dark was with me. He suffered the same pain, same happiness and same love as I did. He continued to live through my life, even as he lay dormant. Now, as I watch my son grow along with Dark, I shall still suffer the same pain and same love as Dark. Because now, he was in my son.
We were always one. I had just failed to see it.