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Hikari… it means light. Purity. And although I agree, I disagree.
Yami… it means darkness. Impurity. And although I agree, I disagree.
Of course, I should know this. Because I am a hikari. So, I should know what I am although I've already been classified. And isn't it sad that I was not included when they started to classify me and the others? I should've had some say in what I am. I am… I am a light, I'm pure, like pearls. Or maybe… or maybe like a white cloth. Very sheer and whenever the lightest breeze blows, we go this or that way.
Now… how do I know about classifying yamis, you ask? I have a yami and even though he's my complete and total opposite, he's a part of me and that's how I know. I know he's nothing but a pool of black oil and I know he's dark and evil. Like a demon. And of course, me being his opposite, I am an angel. But, again. On that I agree and disagree. An angel? That's not all I am. It can't be and will never be only because of him.
Because we were once a whole.
Because we shared and body and still share a soul, we have rubbed off on one another.
And now my white cloth is no longer free of all discoloration, but blotched. Stained. In the middle of all my sweet purity and every beam of light that shines from me, there is a spot of darkness. Given to me from him and it's the gift I hold above all else. And though he may not know it or even care, I have given him something as well and at the center of his black oil, resides a spot of white oil. I hope he does care, though. Staining him has been my life's work. And I've enjoyed every second.
Never has anyone besides a hikari asked to be bathed in the darkness of another because never has anyone been showered in pure light. It's something I would wish on no one. But then again, no one else could handle it.
And so now, perhaps I shall make my own definitions.
Hikari… it means light. Blankness in need of meaning.
Yami… it means darkness. Emptiness in need of feeling.
I agree.
Bakura, you've given me a stain that cannot be washed out.
And it's all I've ever needed.