AN: Oh Mah Gooooodness! So, I started writing this a long time ago after my best friend, LovetheHams, and I had made it up and I'm probably (actually I already know I am) going to change things from that original version but it will stick pretty close to that… maybe. But, then again, no one else knows anything about it so no one will know the difference. : ) Anyway, here is this fic… it is about rhythmic gymnastics if you didn't get that already from the summary thing.

"Axel why did you drag me all the way here so we could come to some pedo-fest? If I wanted to see little boys jumping around in almost nothing I would have just looked up shotacon on the internet!"

"For god's sake Riku, it's not that god awful, will you just calm down!? Plus only some of them are still children, I think there's actually two fifteen year olds performing."

"Axel, are you that desperate that you'd prey on little kids? I mean technically it would be statutory rape if you lay one hand on any of them."

"Pssh, I didn't say I was going to sleep with them."

Just then, a brown-haired boy walked onto the stage, pink satin ribbon in hand, and bowed gracefully. His gravity defying hair bounced as he stood upright once more and he grinned.

"Sora Nomura, the Little Prince. Ribbon Exhibition; First Competitor."

The wide grin spread across the boy's face again. He twirled the ribbon around his head in a flowing arch, then bringing it down in a zig-zag at his feet. He points his toes and extends his arms into the air, flamboyantly.

Riku, for the first time prying his eyes from the boy's glowing face, notices Sora's outfit: a tight-fitting leotard colored blue and black on the top and descending into red at the bottom. A silver crown emblem sits wrapped in the swirls of blue and black on the top of skimpy suit. A small bulge is slightly noticeable through the taut read fabric, and Riku feels his jeans tighten.

"Um… Axel?"

"Shhh," Axel brings his finger to his lips and leaves it there, "This is one of the 15 year olds. Isn't he so sexy in that innocent, unable-to-fight-back kind of way?"

"The what kind of wa—"

Vibrant, fast-paced music begins to flow from the speakers all around the stage. The boy swings his body forward and performs a right front split and then lifts himself up by drawing his small, firm thighs together. Riku stumbles for breath. The brunette retrieves the ribbon from the floor and begins to intricately flick, spiral, and snake the ribbon about his person. The nylon material stretches tighter across the boy's rapidly moving body as he dances about the stage. No knots form in his ribbon as he swirls the satin in elegant, long flourishes of his wrist and dances beautifully in perfect harmony with the music. The boy twirls the ribbon sensuously along his body and then tosses the stick into the air and, striking another flamboyant pose, catches it in midair. The crowd, obviously more aware as to the technical genius of the routine, bursts into thrilled applause. Riku, blown away by the sheer grace of the boy, stands alongside them and claps jubilantly, wolf-whistling loudly and excitedly.

"That was… that was just amazing!" Riku said loudly into Axel's ear through the cacophony.

"Huh?" Axel rubbed his eyes distractedly, "Oh, yeah, sure."

Riku stared down at the red head, a reproachful look on his face, and then walked quickly down the stands until he was walking past the stage.

As Riku moved past the boy on the stage, Sora, eyes full of tears, glanced down at the silver-haired teen rushing past and was amazed to see the admiring look in his eyes. Riku winked flirtatiously and Sora felt his face redden. The boy bowed his head to hide his embarrassment.

What did that wink mean? What does he think of me?


Sora wanted to keep his head down forever, but he eventually stood straight again and gave the crowd one last grin. Sora swiveled around and walked swiftly on demi-point off stage.

Backstage sat Roxas, Sora's brother and #1 rival.

"Roxas! There was a boy and… he winked… and I smiled… and bowing… and... good show… and…and—"

"Sora, shut up."

"I… I'm sorry…"

Roxas stood up to go on stage, his hoop in hand. He patted Sora on the shoulder as he strode past.

"Good luck!" Shouted Sora to Roxas as the blonde walked onto the stage to similar, yet slightly less boisterous applause as Sora.

"Roxas Nomura, the Little Duke. Hoop Exhibition, First Competitor."

Axel stared in slack-jawed awe at the blonde boy who stood on the stage, his black and white checkered leotard pulled tightly against his strong, slender body. A strange silver symbol stood out against the pattern. The boy did not grin like the brunette before, but instead scowled at the crowd as if to say "Stop clapping already!" and brought his hoop in front of his lean leg, his foot pointed sharply and elegantly down to the floor. Harsh, classical music began to play from the speakers and the blonde began swinging the hoop around his leg, his arm, his torso. He tossed the hoop energetically into the air, spun quickly in a circle and caught the hoop on one finger.

Axel continued to stare on in bewilderment as the boy's slim body gyrated sensuously to keep the hoop momentarily on his hips. He flung the hoop again into the air, sunk to his knees and threw his arms up into the air in a finale as the hoop landed in a circle surrounding him. The crowd applauded cheerily.

Roxas stood, frowning, and walked offstage.

Axel stood and looked, cravingly, at the boy as he walked away.

"I want me some of that."

Roxas stood for a few minutes and simply stared at Sora, who held his hands in front of his face, a shield.

"That was the best routine of my life! And they didn't even clap that hard! It's because I'm just the 'Little Duke' and you get to be the 'Little Prince'! Why am I only a duke!?"

"It wasn't my fault! I had no part in that!"

"Damn you, damn you! Why does everyone like you more than me!?"

"I'm—"

Just then, the beautiful, silver-haired boy walked between the quarreling boys, his back to Roxas. He smiled down at the stupefied Sora and then leaned down and touched his nose to the brunette's. Sora startled backward, but Riku grabbed the boy's neck and pulled their faces together. A long, solid kiss. Riku pulled away grudgingly.

"I'm Riku, and you're Sora. Nice to meet you."

He stuck out a large, strong hand for Sora to shake. Sora, in a daze, acquiesced.

"Yes… I… am… Sora."

"Now that the pleasantries are out of the way," Riku flicked his silver hair out of his sensuous eyes, " will you go out with me?"