Ash Ketchum Hair Novels & Stories

Montenegro? Hearing that familiar surname, the face of her boss instantly flashed in Alisha’s mind. Her eyes unconsciously traced back to Quentin's face with her thoughts in a mess. Alisha carefully examined his features and noticed some familiar similarities. The pair of jet-black eyes that seems like a whirlpool pulling you into it and that funny curly hair that kept sticking out just above his nape. Alisha have always made fun of Kristoff Montenegro's hair on her mind. Because the cold man was always so neat and proper from top to bottom but always, always… it’s that part of his hair that’s very out of place.

Their muscles were defined and toned, even from their clothing it was visible. Vinx's hair was dark in a way that looked like blue ink. It was slipped back and tied at the back, it was long enough to stop at the base of his neck. Kalum's hair was midnight black, so dark it looked like it would stain your hands if you dipped it in. He wore his hair short, it touched his eyebrows at the front and in the middle it was lengthy but it faded at the side and back, those parts were so short it would be hard to pick.

Usually, it's an elbow to the bladder when the little guy moves, but when Atlas speaks to him, he floats to his father's voice. "I think he hears you," I play with Atlas' hair, which I had never realized was curly until I got him alone without all of his hair care products. Without his mousse and pomade putting every hair in its place, he has a beautiful mound of softly curling blonde hair. "Do you think he'll have your curls," I ask casually as my fingers trace the outlines of his hair. "I know he'll have your chin. All you Steele boys have that strong chin and I think he's already tried to hit me with his."

The media came running in our direction, Asher held my hands as he shielded me from the media. We walked through the lobby, and my eyes caught someone that looked like Arlo. I stared at the person again and I was sure it was Arlo. He was standing near the entrance, leaning against the wall with a familiar grin, He looked different. His once-blond hair was now jet black, slicked back in a way that made him seem more mature, it felt as if he had aged a bit, and his fitted black suit only added to the effect.

I chuckled breathlessly, blinking back the emotion that prickled behind my eyes. “Now, I’d definitely puke on everyone.” She grinned, making it nearly impossible to remain nervous and fearful. “Would you mind if I borrowed our Luna?” Asher’s gravelly voice slid up my spine, wrapping around my neck as it filtered through my ears. I turned and tried not to lose my breath entirely. His usually messy hair was styled, paired perfectly with the button-down shirt and slacks he wore. The dark colored clothing made the unusual shade of gold in his eyes stand out, swirling and churning with the darkness in them.

Like the right, she also sees no Kenshi and this made her upset, her face all contorted. Mizuki waited for a little bit, looking around and hoping Kenshi is just running a little late. When she finally had enough, she started walking back to the beginning with her head down. "I knew you'd be so early." That familiar voice! Mizuki immediately raised her head up and her eyes widened. It is Kenshi but... his hairstyle and his hair color kind of changed. She titled her head to the side, brows slightly drawn together. He looks like a cool anime character except that he is real.

Asher dropped his formal act and asked casually, his hands traveling to his pocket in search for some stick of cigarette. He and Ethan had been friends for so long and they both helped each other countless times. "Ah found it!" Asher exclaimed happily, he immediately lit the cigarette and took a long drag of the smoke. His red eyes contrasted perfectly with his red hair, which he had tinted because he wanted it to match his personality. Asher let out a little laugh, surprised to see much worry on Ethan's face. The Ethan he had grown accustomed to was not one to be easily fazed by petty matters such as these.

he answered nonchalantly. “Detention! The three of you!” He yelled out in annoyance. “Whatever” they all answered. I subtly turned my neck to check them out and my eyes fell on Asher. He had ginger red hair and a small face that made him look cute. I noticed he had a sly smirk curled at the sides of his lip and a mischievous glint in his eyes. I turned my neck to look at the other guy with the girlfriend and I was amazed by how handsome he looked. He had green eyes and shaggy short blonde hair which was slightly tousled in the front.

“You mean ‘that’ list?” Chie nodded her head with a smile. “What’s his name?” Kiyo sighed internally, knowing there’s nothing she could do to stop her best friend. “His name is Haato. We call him Haato-kun.” Chie gasped softly. “Haato-kun. And his hair is red, like a blooming heart.” Chie moaned softly. “What a perfect combination.” “If you say it like that, yeah, but I don’t really see him as perfect.” Kiyo said.

She spilled cola on Kenichi's guitar when he didn't return her interest. Agawa- From Iceland and a college student, his ash blonde hair is natural. He plays bass, doesn't like listening to those he doesn't respect. Only respects people who have decent skill in music. Is popular among the ladies and has a fan club. Hagihara- A bald and tall young man who wears tinted glasses, is he a fan of Satoshi or he simply just shy? He tends to wear all black and his deep voice can unnerve many but unlike his appearance, he's actually a kind fellow and is often cleaning up Akemi's messes and misunderstandings. A mediator.