A/N The title of the story is from the song "Lion" by Hollywood Undead because I felt like it fit. Ankhare (Spirit of the Ankh/Key) and Senui (Spirit of the Scales) do not belong to me, they belong to Indigo Tantarian and if you have not already, go read her stories. I command it! She's really good and her characters are very well developed (and I don't say that often on this site).
Anyway, I always forget to put these but I do not own the anime or manga under the name of Yu-Gi-Oh and by law of my country you can't sue me because I have the right to use this for entertainment or educational purposes and am gaining no monetary profit (I know this; I took half a year of Criminal Justice last year).
Sometimes he wondered if he was simply insane, or if the voices in his head weren't really there, but he knew they were, and there was perpetually a war between two spirits in his mind like the small cartoon demons and angels he had once witnessed in old American shows.
The Ankh glimmered around his neck in the hot African sun as he walked through crowds of bustling tourists on the streets of Egypt. As the Ankh was a symbol of life, it only made sense that the spirit trapped within was a kind, gentle healer who had lived roughly three thousand years ago. Shadi could not even fathom such a thing, living within an object and the mind of its owner for so many long years. The healer, Ankhare had been his name, was an empathetic soul with hair and eyes as green as grass and a smile eternally on his face if one were to put it poetically. If one were to be Senui, the spirit within the Scales, they would say he was a spineless fool.
Ah, yes, Senui, the other spirit within his mind. He had been a judge, a rather corrupt one at that, and had a coarse personality that could be difficult to get used to. Alright…maybe "could" was a bit of an understatement, but still the spirit was useful and as much a part of Shadi as Ankh was.
They were both equally annoying in their own ways and yet, equally pleasant and a part of his mind in their own ways. Shadi found himself smiling. He lived a solitary existence, but he knew he was not alone. He would always have two friends within his head, and no matter how hectic or irritating they could be, he would not change that, even if it were possible.
أصدقائي هم جزء مني.
I probably got this way off but the text above is supposed to mean "My friends are a part of me" in Arabic. I do not use any translating websites or programs, but rather I try to learn as many languages as I can through books and study, so if this is incorrect, the fault is completely mine. Ankh and Scale will probably be in this story again later (as in ACTUALLY in the story, speaking and such) once I get a better feel for them, but I wanted to get this story posted so I didn't lose the idea. I wrote this mainly in AP Physics (Wow, I am a HORRIBLE example; don't listen to what I do please!) so it may seem slightly rushed. Anyway, again, go check out Indigo Tantarian's stories and red the awesomeness that she creates.
…..I love Ankh. He's so sweet…I think he's my favorite which is ironic because Scale reminds me a lot of most of my male friends. Oh, and am I the only one who constantly thinks of the Vocaloid song "Judgment of Corruption" when I read about Scale. No, just me?