Maresia Eterna: Thanks for the comment and I hope you like this chapter too.

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Chapter 2

Zhalia and Sophie managed to make it back to Venice without too much trouble. Luckily, they hadn't run into anybody that knew them, so that saved them the bother of acting like each other for a while. Zhalia – now, much to her horror in Sophie's body – pushed open the door to Dante Vale's house and walked inside, glad to see nothing had been touched since she'd last been there. Sophie, struggling to keep the midnight blue hair out of her eyes, stumbled into the living room and flopped down on the sofa.

"Can I please cut your hair?!" Sophie muttered, blowing a few loose strands of hair out of her eyes.

"No," Zhalia replied firmly, dumping her shoulder bag onto the floor and walking over to an armchair and sitting down.

"You know, I'm starting to think acting like each other might not be that hard," Sophie sighed, turning her head so she could look at herself. Man I'm not ever gonna get used to looking at myself! It's just down right creepy!

"It's no use giving me that look! You think I like looking at myself and finding that I've got my nose stuck in a book!" Zhalia snapped, then upon seeing the hurt look on the Casterwill's face, she sighed and quickly added, "Look I didn't mean it. It's just I keep thinking at Dante and Lok are gonna-"

"Are gonna what?"

Both girls jumped out of their skin as a familiar voice from behind suddenly spoke. They quickly stood up and smiled like a small child that's just broken something, but doesn't want to own up to it. Two figures stood in the doorway, one slightly shorter than the other. Zhalia's heart of pounding so loudly, she was sure they would be able to hear it. From where she stood, Sophie shot Zhalia a startled look, then turned back to face the door.

"Not even so much as a 'hello'?" the smaller of the two figures laughed. "I'm hurt!"

"Aye, aye," a small, white titan agreed as he flew inside.

Lok Lambert stepped into the house and smiled at the two girls. Behind him, a man in a yellow coat closed the door as the heavens above opened and unleashed as much rain as they possibly could. The red haired man turned to face his friends, his eye's finally settling on who he thought was Zhalia. He frowned as he noticed the bruise on her cheek. Carefully, he moved passed Lok and walked over to who he thought was Zhalia.

"How did that happen?" Dante asked as he lifted one hand up to stroke her cheek.

Sophie – (still in Zhalia's body) – jumped back in horror at Dante's touch and tripped over the table in the middle of the sofas. Lok and Dante stared at her, wondering what was wrong. Zhalia shot the girl in her body a look which meant, 'Why did you do that?!' The Casterwill girl bit her lip, realising Zhalia wouldn't have acted like that, especially in front of Dante.

"I… Errrr…" Sophie mumbled, trying to come up with an excuse.

"She ate onion soup for lunch!" Zhalia cried, walking over to Sophie and giving her a hand up. "Seriously smelly breath! You don't want to get to close!"

Sophie shot Zhalia a grateful look and both girls turned to look at the guys reaction. Lok just shrugged and started to take his coat off, but the look on Dante's face told them he was wasn't convinced. Zhalia quickly excused both of them and dragged Sophie into the kitchen, closing the door behind her.

"Look I'm sorry! Dante just surprised me!" Sophie whispered urgently, hoping Zhalia wasn't about to have a go at her.

"I know," Zhalia sighed as she turned to face herself. "But be more careful in the future! I mean-"

"Sophie!" Lok Lambert's voice called from the other side of the door. "I managed to pick up your favourite movie while I was visiting my mom. I'm gonna put it on."

Sophie smiled; delighted he'd got her a present. She was just about to open the door when she felt a hand grab her arm and yank her backwards. Sophie glared at Zhalia, angry at been stopped. Zhalia pointed her herself, indicating to her now chestnut hair and emerald eyes.

"Oh yeah…" Sophie groaned sadly, stepping to one side to let Zhalia pass.

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Whilst Lok had been visiting his mother and little sister in Ireland, he'd bought Sophie back her favourite movie, 'Gone With The Wind', one of the greatest love stories of all time.

Zhalia – still in Sophie's body, much to her displeasure – had avoided snuggling down on Lok's chest, but now he had his arm 'round her. She was trying her hardest not to protest, knowing full well she was supposed to be acting like Sophie, who at this moment in time was in exactly the same predicament as she was. Dante Vale had his arm 'round Sophie, making her lean against himself.

Then, the movie ends.

"Thank God for that! I thought I was gonna puke!" Zhalia exclaimed, then cursed herself mentally.

Lok turned to the girl besides him, shocked. He was sure this was the movie she had told him about and even if it wasn't, surely she wouldn't react like that?

"But I thought you said it was your favourite movie! It's normally Zhalia who – God Zhalia! Are you crying?!" Lok cried.

Lok glanced across at the midnight blue hair coloured woman, when he had noticed her in floods of tears. Sophie shook her head, trying to stop the tears from flowing, but they wouldn't. She always cried after watching 'Gone With The Wind', especially at the end. Dante looked down at Sophie, still under the impression she was the tough, street wise Zhalia.

"It's just such an emotional ending!" Sophie wept, wiping the off her cheeks as she tried to regain herself.

"Zha-li-a!" Zhalia muttered, emphasising each syllable. "Can I have a word?!"

Zhalia stood up, pushing Lok's arm off her shoulders as she did so. Sophie sighed and straightened up, then followed Zhalia back into the kitchen.

Lok and Dante stared after the pair and gave each other a confused look as the kitchen door slammed shut.

"What do you think that was all about Cherit?" Lok asked, noticing his little friend had just woken up.

"I've been about since before human history, but women remain a mystery," the little titan replied, equally as baffled as Dante and Lok.