Me: I know that I said that I would do Bakura and Tenionia's meeting next but I couldn't refuse to do this one. You can't stop a muse. Anyways, this came from Blood Thirsty Angle's Breath of Life fic. This is a tribute to her and all her awesomeness. I'll miss you while you're off in Florida. I only own Tenionia and Teana is Anzu in the past. Happy reading!
"How is it that there are two gods inside of you?" Tenionia asked as Teana looked at her. Tenionia stared longingly out the window as the storm raged on outside.
"Fate simply decided that I would make a good host." She blew a piece of hair out of her face.
"What is it like to have something like that inside?"
"It can be a burden at times, but it can also be a gift. I will admit that there have been times when I have been grateful for my powers." Tenionia admitted.
"Let me show you." Tenionia covered her right eye with her hand and called the piece of Isfet that was inside of her soul. Teana yelped in surprise when her friend's left eye turned crimson with a slitted pupil. After a moment, the crimson faded and Tenionia's eye turned back to its normal dark purple and she lowered her hand.
"That is the darkness that resides inside of me. It is to balance the light that is stronger."
"Tenionia, I don't know what to say." She managed a weary smile.
"I was told long ago by a wise magician, that there are two wolves inside of everyone, one of good and one of evil. The one that is stronger is the one we feed." Teana smiled.
"That is good advice."
Bakura growled as he descended underground to where his Ka and the millennium stone rested. His arm bled as he held it to his chest as he walked and sat on the stairs and wrapping the wound tightly with stripes of white linen.
'Have you been fighting again, Bakura?' A deep voice asked in the thief's mind, making him growl again.
"Oh, leave me alone, Zorc." He snapped. The spirit of the darkness god hovered over the stone.
'You have been fighting again? You aren't any use if you are wounded, thief.' Bakura glared at the spirit over his shoulder.
"I will do what I want! I don't have to listen to you." He snapped sharply. The spirit frowned. It glided from the stone and sunk his long black claws into the fresh wound on Bakura's arm. Bakura bit his lip to keep from crying out in agony.
'You vowed to serve me when you vowed to get back at the Pharaoh! When I found you, you were a small frightened child who was saddened and hateful.' The spirit tore his claws from Bakura's torn flesh and Bakura cradled the limb, which was now bleeding more then it was before.
'Remember your place, you are a servant, and if you dare defy me, then the punishment will be worse then it was this time. That is your only warning.' With that, the spirit of the god vanished in smoke, leaving Bakura alone. Bakura spat a curse as he sat on the stairs again and wrapped his arm.
"Soon, I wouldn't need your help anymore. Soon, I wouldn't be a slave you, Zorc."