Here it is. The long awaited update. I'm sorry it is so short, but it is mainly just set up for Part 2. Enjoy and Review.
Disclaimer: I don't own DNAngel... though I really wish I did.
Part 2 Chapter 10
The sun was at high noon. A few fleeting clouds marred an otherwise clear blue sky. The rains weren't coming for a long, long time but the city below was prosperous.
The city. A Greco-Egyptian province that was home to the most powerful woman in Mediterranean history: Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt. The city's name, if you hadn't guessed, was Alexandria.
Along the dust floored streets of Alexandria were many small shops and auguries. Most in this town were of peasant decent and such. The thoroughfare was thick with people; it was market day and the venders were out in force. Along one end of this road, tucked into a small alley, were the alchemists, who were capable of almost anything. And it was to one of these men had a proposal been made and a soul been promised. All he had to do now was wait for them to come.
In a little known portion of town, lived a pair of lovers who weren't exactly… normal. They were normal in the sense that they had all their limbs, had no antennae or wings. They looked normal. It was below the surface did they become… different.
A small, tan woman of about 18 sat in a house in this portion of town, resting her eyes. That's what it looked like she was doing, but every now and again her face would contort into expressions.
Why should I, damnit? She said in her head, scowling. A voice laughed.
There is no reason why you shouldn't, Kifi. It's just how it is. The voice spoke, revealing itself as a 17-year-old girl. The angel smirked at her tamer and flicked a piece of blue hair out of her face.
That still isn't a reason! The girl cried, shoving her fists into her eyes. Just because I think that it would be safest going to Ptolemy himself, doesn't mean that Akhom will agree to it. Kifi stood up from her sitting position. She walked over to a mirror and stared at her reflection. Like all Egyptians, she was tan, very tan. Her hair, in contrast, was almost white. Her green eyes sparkled.
Her reflection then changed into the one in her head. Kifi, you know this is the only way. If he-they-go to a different alchemist, there's no telling what may happen. The angel replied. Kifi sighed. She was right, after all.
Fine. I'll go out and look for him. It shouldn't be too hard. The girl replied, exiting her house.
Hard may not be a factor. Time is more important right now.
Akhom was technically insane. Every medium, prophet and witch doctor had told him as much. The 17 year old tan skinned boy ran a hand through his redish brown hair.
It wasn't his fault he had two other minds in his head. It wasn't like he wanted it that way. Heavens no. Had he had a choice, Akhom would have not wanted the two bickering idiots in his head.
Once again, the two were fighting. Now over which alchemist to go to. Akhom sighed. He hated it when they fought. He lost sleep over it and most of his life.
The boy smoothed his tunic. Well there really wasn't anything he could do now. One, or both would be out of his had by tomorrow morning and he would be sane, or at least partially sane again.