After Ramona Flowers entered my world, it forever drastically changed.

When I awoke, I was sprawled over Ramona's bed; my mind was anxious to recall what had happened last night.

If I am not mistaken; Ramona invited me to a house show to watch some new band perform to the public for the very first time.

I mean who can complain in a situation like that, right?

There was enough booze, good atmosphere, and a hot blonde bombshell in a tight, short leather mini performing on the stage.

What could be better than that?

Being in the front row, that's what.

Want to take a guess as to who it was in the front row carefully observing her pelvic thrusts and even stole a couple of glances under her skirt?

That's right…me.

I wouldn't miss a sight like that for the world.

As I looked to my left, Ramona showed total interest in the band's bassist.

This kind of thing didn't really bother me; I'm neutral to that sort of thing.

After the band finished performing; I offered Ramona a drink and she gratefully accepted.

After that one drink; there was another.

And another.

And another.

There were so many until we lost almost all consciousness.

Luck, the desire we have for reach other did not vanish even through all that consummation of alcohol.

"Let's go to my place…" She breathed softly in my ear as her blue dressed body pressed against my back.

"I would like nothing better." I grin back at her as I allow her to shift her weight over my back as I carry her out of the crowded house party.

"There should be…a door…around here…" She lightly whispered as her eyes began to droop.

Through the business of the streets, I found the sole door she mentioned.

"There it is…" I reply as I pull her legs to my hips and lock my elbows with her knees to prevent her from falling. As I grasp the knob to the magical door; we are automatically teleport from the loud streets of New York into a sort of abode.

As I released my grip on Ramona, she takes my hand and we clumsily make our way through the corridors of the house.

I grin as we both go through the last door and find ourselves in a bedroom.

Ramona awkwardly sits on the bed and motions for me to join her.

As I allow my body to fall over hers, she is quick to remove her jeans from underneath me.

As I anxiously finish unbuttoning my shirt, I pull of my pants and pull the covers over us; making it a chaotic night.

My mind slowly drifts from the happenings last night back to reality.

My eyes drift from my Doraemon boxers, the plethora of clothing articles on the carpeted floor to the bare walls.

I turn my head at the jiggling doorknob as Ramona made her way inside the room with nothing but a towel wrapped around her. "You alright?" She asked.

" I'm good. How about you?" I asked her.

"Could be better…" She replied monotone.

Could be better, is she crazy?

She just spent one heated night of passion with me, Kyle Katayanagi and she could be better?

That's insane!

"Well…" I grinned as if I remained neutral to her reaction as well. "I was thinking about asking you for a favor…"

She took a seat next to me. " What is it?"

"Well…I was thinking if you could help me change my hair color." I grinned.

"Why would you want to do that?" She asked with no interest what so ever.

"I just thought I needed a creative hair color and style to match my personality." I said as a matter-of-factly.

Note: Kyle Katayanagi is totally lying. He did not want to change his hairstyle to "match his personality" as he says. The main reason why this headstrong Katayanagi wants to change his hair so desperately is because he does not want Ramona to know that there was another being who looked exactly like him. He wouldn't want her to see Ken and find out that he's actually a twin who, according to him was the "douchiest of all douches".

"Don't you think, Ramona?" He said as he took a seat next to her.

"If you say so," she replied sarcastically.

"Does this mean you will help me?" He said as his face light up.

"Yeah sure…" She scoffed. "But let's make it quick."

"What, why?" I asked her.

"Because I have to work every morning, alright?"

Note: For all we know, Ramona Flowers is totally lying.

"So, I would never look for me if I were you." Ramona answered as she rose from the bed. "I'll go get the bleaching kit ready."

I rose from the bed as I snatched a t-shirt from the floor.

After putting it on, I immediately walked into the bathroom, where Ramona was finished preparing the bleaching concoction.

"Sit." She ordered and I obeyed.

Everything was just perfect until the bleaching concoction made first contact with my scalp. "Ah!" I cried in agony. "This stuff really burns!"

"I've been through much worse, so deal with it." Ramona instructed as she continued to comb through my shoulder length hair.

"How long do I have to leave this on?" I replied with tears in my eyes.

"Depends…what color did you want it?"

"Platinum…blonde…" I said weakly.

"Well, since your hair is black…I'd leave it 45 minutes."

"45 minutes?" I gasped. "That's going to be torture…"

"Well, one is in charge of their own fate, am I right?"

"Y-e-s…" I shut my eyes tightly to prevent the tears from streaming down my face but it was impossible.

For 45 whole minutes, the burning and itchiness of my scalp was unbearable.

I was finally relieved when Ramona washed out the remaining bleach from my hair and blew dried it.

When I looked in the mirror, I was pleased at what I saw.

I stared back at my reflection and realized that with my new shoulder length platinum blonde hair, I was going to conquer many hearts.

Up next...Ken Katayanagi.

And his relationship with Ramona...

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