Darkness… it’s what I am. Ironically, it’s also what I fear the most. It’s all consuming and powerful. I fear it; I fear that I may be burdening my pretty lover. He tells me no but I see it in his eyes. I wonder, can one contain the darkness within their heart?

“Yuugi?”

“Yes, Yami?”

He calls me darkness as a title of affection. Maybe, I cannot come to hate what I represent.

“Do you think I’m evil?”

“Yami, there’s too much love in your heart for you to be evil.”

Pretty, pretty Yuugi. Nuzzle. I love you, pretty one.