Hey guys, it's me, Jesspikapal, but you guys probably already knew that! ;)

So, I've started one for Strawberryshipping, so why not Wishfulshipping? Yes, that's right, I'll be starting a 100 themes challenge for Wishfulshipping too! :D Wish me luck. I'll say here that updates will probably be quite far apart as of school and stuff, but I break up from school again in about five or six weeks, so I'll have alot of time to make up then! :D

So, without further ado, here's the very first chapter! I'll say now also, that chapters may vary in length. Some will be shorter and some will be longer than others but hey, at least it's Wishfulshipping, right? ;)

So, the first theme is "Hair". I got given a really nice one to start with. Just a cute fluffy one shot is all I need to start a potentially great story! :)

Thanks for any and all support and your reviews; they mean alot to me, every single one of them!

~Jess~

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Hair - "Whether you brush it, style it, wash it twice or cut if clean off, I'll always love it, because it's your hair..."

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"Urgh!" Rang out through the forest as Iris tried her best to fluff out her straight pigtails. She hated it when she was having a bad hair day for they were so unusual for her that she didn't prepare for them at all! "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" She groaned, ripping at her hair and tugging it sharply.

"Iris, what's wrong?" Ash appeared by her side, eyebrow raised. Pikachu peeped over Ash's shoulder, chortling at the sight, watching as Axew pityfully tried to clamber into his usual perch deep within Iris' silky tresses. Except today, they were straight beyond any of their comprehension...

"Nothing." She commented sharply. Ash was the last person she wanted to see right now. "I just want to be left alone right now please Ash." She said as nicely as she could, though there was still a tone of annoyance buried deep within her voice.

Suprisingly, the raven haired teen only shrugged, smiled that same goofy grin and then said: "Sure Iris." Then, he left her alone, mumbling something about breakfast and food. Pikachu waved callously and she forced herself to smile, waving back at him momentairily.

"Stupid things. Why won't you stand up?" Iris grumbled to herself as she collapsed into a messy heap on her sleeping bag, silently wondering if a childish tantrum would sort out everything for her like it did most children when they wanted something. Only, she wouldn't be so childish, because she wasn't a kid. Suddenly appearing by her side was Axew, rubbing his snout against her leg, demanding attention.

"It's a good job you don't have hair Axew," She began, stroking him fondly. "At least that's one thing less that you have to deal with."

"Axew." Said pokemon nodded in sad agreement, making Iris smile slightly. Maybe she'd just have to make do as it seemed the winds were headed for the north today and her, Ash and Cilan were travelling directly away from them. How annoying; a little wind power may have been what she needed to regain the normal frizz of her eccentric hair style. She frowned in disappointment.

"Iris?" She heard and she gritted her teeth. Great, here was yet another witness of her "brilliant" hair. Then again, Cilan wasn't one to speak with all of his crazy habits; one bad hair day was nothing compared to a whole life-time of being a pain! Then again, she'd only known him for a couple of years or so, but it sure felt longer than that.

"Hmm?" She asked, waiting for the laughter. On the other hand, maybe he'd be polite and wait till he was far enough away from her before he started laughing.

"Breakfast is- Oh my." He began as he caught sight of her and her lop-sided pig-tails that were still refusing to stand up.

Iris huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Yeah whatever, go ahead and laugh." Then, she added: "You're just a pain anyway..."

"I wasn't planning on laughing Iris." Cilan told her, apparently confused. His confusion made her confused too.

"Huh?"

"Well... I think it looks... Nice." He breathed, thinking of something to say. He much prefered her other hair style but if she wanted to change it, then he would obviously stand by her and respect her choice, even over something so trivial as her hair. "It's... Different." He added bashfully, checking it over.

"I didn't plan it Cilan!" The purple haired wild child protested, annoyed. Axew and Pansage gave each other sheepish looks and then slunk away, leaving Cilan to make up excuse after excuse on his own. Although they weren't all lies; he did think that it looked nice. In a certain light and it definitely was different. Maybe he was simply being too cautious about being kind to her as everything he had said so far, had been true.

"You didn't?" The Connoisseur questioned, cautiously sitting beside her on her crumpled sleeping sack. It was still a little bit warm from where her body had previously been resting because it was not too far from them actually getting up in the first place. Of course, he had been up early, making breakfast and sorting through the medicinal pouchs in his bag, refusing to leave them unsorted for another full day of travelling.

"Of course not! I look ridiculous!" Iris cried, arms out-stretched comically.

"Well, I could help if you want me to." He offered with that same warm smile. Iris suddenly felt guilty; here she was nagging at him and he was still prepared to help her out. Now that was true friendship right there. Though, on the term of friendship, she had been feeling something a little bit more than friendly towards her green haired companion and she couldn't quite place said emotion. She was quite sure she was just merely attracted for some short span of time, but that was something she would eventually either grow out of ignore entirely until it went away. Trouble was, she was having a hard time ignoring it and the urges and feeling that came with it. She found it weird how strongly she actually felt if she put it into context and came to terms with herself.

She placed her hands in front of her chest, performing an appreciative gesture. "Could you?"

"Of course! Because I am a-"

"Let me guess, a hair-dressing Connoisseur?" She interrupted flatly, feeling her own habits kick in as she frowned slightly. Though the idea was adorable, she refused to think more of him than she already did; that would just be unhealthy!

"No." Cilan replied, smiling a bright, slightly teasing smile at her. "Because I'm a friend." He finished kindly. Had he honesty just played her? She was expecting the same cocky expression as she questioned his brilliance snidely but no. That's all she got from him, and she found it a lot less than satisfying.

"Well... Ok then." Shrugged Iris as she too smiled happily. She silently wondered how Cilan knew about hair though. In fact, the most hair he'd have to work with was probably Cress' or Chili's and she couldn't see that working. Plus, he'd said right at the start that he had no sisters, only brothers, so that was out of the question too. Fan-girls, he spent alot of time trying his best to keep away from them. Offering to work on their hair wasn't exactly getting away from them, so that was a no-no too!

"Alright. I'll be back in a moment. Do you know of a berry called the Pickril berry?" He asked her and she frowned slightly.

"I've heard of it, but I'm not sure what it looks like. I'm not even sure where to find it or what it smells like either, so..." She trailed, feeling useless. He did that alot without knowing it, making her feel small and knowledge-less. A little like Ash, and that, to her, was a terrifying thought. Though she had to suppose he wasn't completely dense.

"Ah, I see. Well, I have that book remember. I'm sure there'll be some information you can use in there. I just know that with this gentle breeze and this nuturing sunlight, there are bound to be some within the area. If you can find some, it's make a great recipe for your hair, no kidding." Stated Cilan as he proudly placed his hands in a neat fashion behind his back, that usual kind-hearted smile on his pale white face.

"I'll see what I can do. It's the least I can do for your trouble." Iris grinned, rubbing the back of her neck coyly. She still felt a little embarrassed about being given help from Cilan - the pain - no less.

"Don't strain yourself though. If you can't find any, it doesn't matter; I have a different version of it in my cook-book. You can make the same remedy with herbs and such, but it's not nearly as effective as the real thing."

"Just one thing though Cilan."

"What is it?"

"What does it actually do?"

"Oh, it strengthens hair and helps to restore it's natural healthiness. In terms of a pokemon however, it does hardly anything. It just makes their skin of fur slightly smoother. It mostly just gives them a treat since Pickril berries are so sweet and tangy. A fine collaboration of the pair of them indeed." He answered her with a passionate flail of his long, thin arms, covered by his usual white sleeves.

"Oh." She replied. "Well, I'll go and check up on your book. It's in your bag, right?" She asked, wanting to clarify it before she went through his things.

"Right. And I'll be looking for that brush. I vaguely remember Ash using it on that Deerling we found tangled in the undergrowth yesterday, but don't worry. I'll clean it properly for you! Hurry back, and if you can't find it within ten minutes or so, please come back." He assured ever so tenderly, his careful voice making her blush ever so slightly.

"Alright." She voiced passively.

"Promise me Iris." He told her sternly. "I don't want you going missing again like you did back in Pinwheel Forest when looking for those other berries."

"But Cilan, that was because Pinwheel Forest was thick and besides -" But her protest was interrupted suprisingly enough by Cilan's foot tapping in a firm manner.

"Iris."

"...Fine. I promise."

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It didn't take her long to find it as every page had a huge bold title and it helped that all the berries were in chronological order too!

"There it is! The Pickril Berry. Grows in heavily concentrated enviroments, consisting mainly of sunlight and wind. Is also good for pokemon's surfaces and human hair." Iris repeated the needed bits of information quietly, reciting what she needed to know in her mind. Then, peering at the picture intensely, she nodded and closed the book firmly, a determined nod accompanying her dead-set action. All she had to look out for was a light green berry with blue speckles near the top and that had the shocking resemblance of a pear.

She carefully waded her way through the undergrowth, stumbling clumsily into the forest that was incidentally covered with fruit and berries. Now just to find the right one and take it back to Cilan.

"Pickril berry, Pickrill berry... Pickril Berry..." She muttered, scouring the trees and bushes thoroughly. As much as she didn't want to disobey Cilan as she'd most definitely worry him, she didn't want to prove his doubts right and return empty handed. It would prove that he was right when he had been doubting her capabilities and she didn't stop for anyone's opinion, not even his.

"Axew do you see anything?"

"Axew, Axe!" The little dragon pokemon chirruped, jumping and pointing rapidly. She casually followed his point upwards and grinned; a Pickril Berry! If she'd have known they were always around her back when she used to live in the village because they were ever so easy to find providing they had the right enviroment , she would've learned about their uses much earlier!

"Alright Axew, use scratch!" The violet haired teen cried, performing a dynamic point as she did so. Axew complied instantly, nodding his tiny head. His small claws began to glow, like little sparklers on Bonfire Night, and his head raised proudly as he leaped up, swiped with practised accuracy and swiped the branch perfectly, knocking the fruit to the ground.

Iris dived to catch it but she wasn't quick enough and it fell to the floor, rolling slightly until it reached it's curved edge and eventually was balanced out.

"Oh..." She sighed. Axew grinned a toothy grin, tugging on her shirt sleeve.

"Axe." He stated simply and Iris caught on, smirking briefly.

"You're right Axew." She praised. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him..."

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"It's great that you found it Iris!" Cilan smiled, his eyes closing peacefully as he mashed the berry in one of Iris' dishes that she used to make medicinal remedies and such. "I'm glad you're back safe too. Unlike last time when you cut your leg." He suddenly frowned.

"Cilan, I keep telling you! That was one time!" Iris informed, stomping her foot impatiently as she waited for the mixture to finish.

"I know." He chuckled, his concentration wavering between the fruit - now mushed - and Iris herself, though his eyes remained strictly on the task at hand. Iris' head felt heavy as she reached up to hold her pigtails upright for a little while; her head wasn't used the the extra weight as her rebellious pouches of hair drooped craftily, her jagged fringe covering her eyes somewhat.

"It's ready!" She grinned, knowing as the mush now looked pure liquid. However, it seemed she was wrong.

"Not quite," Cilan told her, wagging his finger at her quietly. "It needs a little water."

"Oh." She smiled bashfully, watching his pale fingers work. She couldn't wait (as guilty as she felt for doing so) to feel them glide swiftly through her hair and his fingertips hold her hair up as the brush found it's way underneath and ease her into feeling light-headed and dozy.

"Now it's done."

"Looks great."

"It sure does!"

"So," She began coyly. "How does it work?"

"Oh it's easy," He began to explain, nodding certainly. "If you take a seat..." He trailed, looking at the floor and then frowning as he saw the dirt. How could he even think to ask to sit there? His mind was drifting slightly as he silently anticipated the contact between them; though discreet and innocent, it was something he actually longed for and he knew why. He knew there was a hint of attraction there, if only a little. It felt a little bit alien, as Cilan was used to acting around females through his brothers encouragement, but Iris... It was real, and he could actually feel everything that he pretended to feel back at the Gym. The attraction, the innocent cravings and much, much more.

Remembering why he had paused, he shook his head minutely and whipped his vest off in one swift movement. Iris blushed briefly but it quickly faded away, like a temporary sunset. He looked good in just his white shirt, his long sleeves strangely more exposing than any times he had worn them rolled up whilst cooking.

"Here. Sit here." The Connoisseur ordered gently, folding his vest neatly and then, slightly reluctantly, placing it on the floor. Nothing a little soap and water wouldn't fix. He'd just kneel on that little patch of grass there... And any dirt that did find it's way onto his elegant clothing, well, there was a stream up ahead.

Embarrassed about his kindness, Iris made no move to refuse and she callously sat down, her legs out-stretched and her hands brushing his knee's as he knelt behind her.

"All I have to do is dip the brush into here," He explained in a reserved voice. "And cover it with a thin layer like so..." He raised the brush to her hair and carefully dragged through it, the transition spookily smooth. "And pull gently through the hair or fur or across the skin in question." He finished. She nodded approvingly, already begining to feel the berries natural restoration process start working. It worked smoothly.

"Cilan? How do you know all of this?" She questioned innocently, her eyes now alight with curiosity and queries.

"Ah, you forget that I'm the one who reads all the time. Though I have other hobbies obviously, you should know by now that reading, for me, is like a classic movie. It never gets old." Cilan said in that same tender tone, holding her pigtails up softly and brushing around the clump, getting her own hair to support the weight without the aid of his or her hands. It did slightly as he dragged the brush through her hair quietly.

"I guess I should pay more attention to detail." Iris grinned sheepishly, feeling silly. Of course he was bound to read about it! He read all the time!

"Hmm, maybe. But we all have our flaws Iris."

"But you seem so perfect Cilan." She commented, immediately raising her hands to her mouth as she tried to keep the words contained. Shockingly, he only chuckled and smirked.

"Do I now? How so?"

Iris stayed silent.

"C'mon Iris. Tell me." He grinned, enjoying the slight power he had for now. Not to rule her or anything like that, just to feel her weaken ever so slightly was enough for his casual mindset.

"Well... You just seem to... Do a little bit of everything..." She stuttered, feeling her pigtails begining to stand, though the edges were still drooping precariously.

Cilan waited, his silence promting her to continue.

"I mean, you're a Connoisseur, you're a movie Connoisseur, you're a match-maker, you know about medicines and remedies and-" Iris babbled, begining to list his many talents and hobbies he'd ever portrayed in the two years that she had known him.

"Alright Iris." He laughed softly. "I understand."

"But how do you do it? How do you do and know so much at any one time?" She quizzed, stuck for inspriational ideas as she thought his case through tentitively.

"Iris, you forget that you're talented too. In your own ways, just like me." Cilan smiled, combing through her bright purple tresses with the brush. "May I?" He questioned, tapping her soft hair with his index finger. She nodded hesitantly and relished in his cool, calm touch as his fingers found their way through her bangs.

"How come? I climb, I swing from vines, I can read the wind but what use is it really Cilan? You've helped us with so much and I'm just... Here." The wild-child explained sadly, her eyebrows arching in a saddened phase.

"Alot. You don't realise how much you've helped us with, dear Iris." Cilan smiled gently, brushing through her hair with his pale fingers with ease and contentment. "Your skills when reading winds are actually far faster than me checking my computerised map and that saves us alot of time."

"But there's really nothing else Cilan." She frowned, not convinced. He frowned alos, not pleased with her negitivity.

"Iris, your climbing has enabled us to find ourselves back on the path more often than not when we get lost. It's because of you that we weren't lost yesterday even." He grinned kindly, a hint of jest sparkling in his eyes as he casually stopped combing and simply sat there, listening to their breathing patterns intertwine. Her pigtails blew in the breeze prously as they stood tall above her head, now firmly upright.

"Thank you Cilan." She suddenly mumbled, a new found smile on her face. She then turned and faced him, edging towards him. He blushed briefly and then felt her arms wrap around his neck in a loving embrace. "For everything..." She whispered into the crook of his neck, nuzzling him lovingly as she smiled softly. He finally got a grip on what was going on and held her, returning her unexpected cuddle shamelessly.

"You're welcome Iris." Cilan smiled, stroking through her newly combed hair. She fell silent, mumbling thank you's and unspoken thoughts into his neck and he couldn't hear her but he was sure it was about him in some way or form. He grinned.

"You're more than welcome..."

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First chappie of ninety nine done! :D

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~Jess~