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Title: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder?
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #74, Afro
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: AU, Shonen-ai

“What in Lugia’s name have you done to your hair?” Lance asked, aghast.

Red frowned. “It’s not that ugly, is it?” He pleaded.

“You ought to have fired the hairdresser. Please tell me you didn’t pay him full price,” Was Lance’s succinct comment.

Red pouted, resting his hands on his newly rounded and puffed hair, despite the grease and gel. “I think it’s cool.”

“Think what you will.” Without another word, Lance exited the room.

Red really thought his boyfriend was acting too uptight. It was just hair, right? After a few weeks, it would be back to normal… or would it?

As time passed, Red was forced to accept the fact that his hair seemed to have abandoned its previous spiky nature.

Lance was still not … well, Red was almost frightened to admit it, but they hadn’t done anything, not even kissing, since he had changed his hairstyle. He missed cuddling.

Did Lance hate him now?

Was his boyfriend really that shallow?

He hoped not, but even so… it was a scary thought.

In December, Lance left for the entire month. Though Red knew that it happened every year, he still fretted, and when Lance came back on New Year’s Day, Red was waiting.

Lance’s eyes scanned the crowd, before picking out Red’s familiar hat and spiky fringe.

“I see that you managed to undo the damage.” He stated.

Red frowned, before throwing himself into Lance’s arms for a hug. “I missed you a lot, Lance.”

“You did?”

Red nodded, and then Lance kissed him. Afterwards, they headed back to the Plateau.

“I am never doing my hair like that again, if it makes you act so cold.” Red sulked. “That was mean of you, Lance!”

“Mm, I suppose it was.”

“Promise you won’t do it again?”

“Only if you leave your hair alone. It’s fine the way it is.”

“Deal.” Red said quickly.

They kissed to seal the deal, and Red sighed as Lance closed the door of his bedroom behind them, hearing it click.

Finally! His forced celibacy was at an end!

He would never wear that stupid hairstyle again!

End Fic

Completed 8/20/06

Hayaku, plotbunnies!

I know there’s not much of a plot. *Hiss*

Red: *Glomps Lance*

Lance: *Smirky smile and pets Red*

Red: Purr!