Blonde but Beautiful
© Ka Shisei 2003
The characters in this story are not owned by me, but the story line created after vol. 5 is.
Oh, Shane is mine though.
Prologue:
I am always told…and tell myself…that beauty is only skin deep. I mean, most people are right when
they say that to me. Just because a rock is ugly on the outside, doesn't mean within that there
isn't a treasure trove of wonders, right? Well, I am worried now…that maybe…this rock…is just…a
rock. Even worse, a rock that everyone sees as ugly on the outside…or at least, a rock that can be
used to please. My name is Momo Adachi. I am only seventeen…and…I feel so horrible that I speak so
lowly of myself like that. You all, though, don't know my story. I am in love. The man I love, is
not, as many think the man he seems to be…or I didn't think so till now. When I opened that door…
and…saw him…kissing her…I…I nearly fainted…My knees were so weak, my eyes, all I could see was his
lips resting atop of hers through my tears. But when he looked at me, his eyes, holding…no sorrow…I
couldn't bare it…I had…to flee.
Chatper one:
Which is what Momo did the day she saw Kiley kissing Misao. She couldn't believe it. She had come
to tell him that she decided on a place for them to go to on their trip to the beach. When she
opened the door the last thing she thought she'd see was Kiley practically atop of Misao who looked…
asleep…but that didn't matter! Her fist was tightened so much that her knuckles were white against
the door knob. When he lifted his head to see her there, she stared at him, first in shock then
anger. He had led her on…He…he was…she couldn't bring herself to think like that. She had to flee,
get away from him before she did something drastic. Naturally, she would turn, slam the door shut
behind her and run. Of course Kiley would fling open the door, call out to her, and tell her it
wasn't what it looked like. She didn't look back either, she kept running…it's all she could do to
forget the crying and to get as far away from Kiley's pleading voice as she could. She was such a
fool to believe he could ever love her. He was…he was pumpkin! The one that every girl wanted! The
one that was such a…a baka! He was the…only one…who understood her…who liked her for who she
was…Momo felt so ugly within herself. She had let him see inside her, who she was. She let him
effect her…she let him…let him…do that to her! Momo finally reached a place where she was sure was
far enough from Kiley. She sunk onto a bench, not looking at people as they passed by her. She
just stared at her feet, her hands fidgeting within her lap. She couldn't think about it, either.
If she did, she would just end up crying. She just needed to get herself to not beat something to
a pulp first. She was…so angry…more than she had ever been at Sae or Toji. Kiley was suppose to be
trusting, he said he'd never hurt her! That all he wanted was for her to be happy. He…he was such a
pig! Momo stood; she had to move, to get away from the people. She walked down the street and
turned a corner to head towards the park. She could vent there without anyone saying anything to
her. 'I can't believe this…I can't face him ever again…not when he loves her…I can't let him back
into myself either…I have to make it so he can't…I…I have to change! That's it! I have to be a new
Momo Adachi! I always wanted to anyway…" Momo's eyes lit up like a light bulb in her head and she
ran down the sidewalk towards a general store.
Kiley sat on the edge of his bed, holding his face within his hands. He didn't chase after Momo,
what was the point? She wouldn't listen to him now, not after that. He knew he hurt her, but he
did tell her that he loved Misao, and that no one could replace her. But…Momo must have genuinely
cared for Kiley. The look on her face when he saw that she had seen him kiss Misao…it was shock and
hurt at first. As if her soul had been shattered right before his eyes. Then Momo's anger came
through to hide her hurt. He knew that look; she had given to Toji so many times. He didn't know
if she'd forgive him ever for what he had done. Momo was forgiving but…this was something that he
knew would tear her to pieces. He thought almost for an hour about it before finally making a
decision. He would go to her house tomorrow and demand that she listened. If he cornered her she
couldn't very well just run off. He smiled to himself. 'Yeah…I can fix this…I can." He stood up,
looking back at Misao for a second. She was so beautiful when she slept…
Momo read and reread the back of the box, rather confused indeed on the directions. "Do I just
scrub it all in…or…gah!" She threw the 'dye it yourself' kit box into the garbage and walked out
of the bathroom. That was pointless, what a waste of money. She picked up the phone and dialed her
hair stylist's number.
© Ka Shisei 2003
The characters in this story are not owned by me, but the story line created after vol. 5 is.
Oh, Shane is mine though.
Prologue:
I am always told…and tell myself…that beauty is only skin deep. I mean, most people are right when
they say that to me. Just because a rock is ugly on the outside, doesn't mean within that there
isn't a treasure trove of wonders, right? Well, I am worried now…that maybe…this rock…is just…a
rock. Even worse, a rock that everyone sees as ugly on the outside…or at least, a rock that can be
used to please. My name is Momo Adachi. I am only seventeen…and…I feel so horrible that I speak so
lowly of myself like that. You all, though, don't know my story. I am in love. The man I love, is
not, as many think the man he seems to be…or I didn't think so till now. When I opened that door…
and…saw him…kissing her…I…I nearly fainted…My knees were so weak, my eyes, all I could see was his
lips resting atop of hers through my tears. But when he looked at me, his eyes, holding…no sorrow…I
couldn't bare it…I had…to flee.
Chatper one:
Which is what Momo did the day she saw Kiley kissing Misao. She couldn't believe it. She had come
to tell him that she decided on a place for them to go to on their trip to the beach. When she
opened the door the last thing she thought she'd see was Kiley practically atop of Misao who looked…
asleep…but that didn't matter! Her fist was tightened so much that her knuckles were white against
the door knob. When he lifted his head to see her there, she stared at him, first in shock then
anger. He had led her on…He…he was…she couldn't bring herself to think like that. She had to flee,
get away from him before she did something drastic. Naturally, she would turn, slam the door shut
behind her and run. Of course Kiley would fling open the door, call out to her, and tell her it
wasn't what it looked like. She didn't look back either, she kept running…it's all she could do to
forget the crying and to get as far away from Kiley's pleading voice as she could. She was such a
fool to believe he could ever love her. He was…he was pumpkin! The one that every girl wanted! The
one that was such a…a baka! He was the…only one…who understood her…who liked her for who she
was…Momo felt so ugly within herself. She had let him see inside her, who she was. She let him
effect her…she let him…let him…do that to her! Momo finally reached a place where she was sure was
far enough from Kiley. She sunk onto a bench, not looking at people as they passed by her. She
just stared at her feet, her hands fidgeting within her lap. She couldn't think about it, either.
If she did, she would just end up crying. She just needed to get herself to not beat something to
a pulp first. She was…so angry…more than she had ever been at Sae or Toji. Kiley was suppose to be
trusting, he said he'd never hurt her! That all he wanted was for her to be happy. He…he was such a
pig! Momo stood; she had to move, to get away from the people. She walked down the street and
turned a corner to head towards the park. She could vent there without anyone saying anything to
her. 'I can't believe this…I can't face him ever again…not when he loves her…I can't let him back
into myself either…I have to make it so he can't…I…I have to change! That's it! I have to be a new
Momo Adachi! I always wanted to anyway…" Momo's eyes lit up like a light bulb in her head and she
ran down the sidewalk towards a general store.
Kiley sat on the edge of his bed, holding his face within his hands. He didn't chase after Momo,
what was the point? She wouldn't listen to him now, not after that. He knew he hurt her, but he
did tell her that he loved Misao, and that no one could replace her. But…Momo must have genuinely
cared for Kiley. The look on her face when he saw that she had seen him kiss Misao…it was shock and
hurt at first. As if her soul had been shattered right before his eyes. Then Momo's anger came
through to hide her hurt. He knew that look; she had given to Toji so many times. He didn't know
if she'd forgive him ever for what he had done. Momo was forgiving but…this was something that he
knew would tear her to pieces. He thought almost for an hour about it before finally making a
decision. He would go to her house tomorrow and demand that she listened. If he cornered her she
couldn't very well just run off. He smiled to himself. 'Yeah…I can fix this…I can." He stood up,
looking back at Misao for a second. She was so beautiful when she slept…
Momo read and reread the back of the box, rather confused indeed on the directions. "Do I just
scrub it all in…or…gah!" She threw the 'dye it yourself' kit box into the garbage and walked out
of the bathroom. That was pointless, what a waste of money. She picked up the phone and dialed her
hair stylist's number.