Sora determined that the inventor of high heels was obviously an agent of the devil. Wobbly ankles wavered as he walked across the carpet floor, barely keeping feet aligned as he attempted to strut across the floor in a sexy, yet feminine walk.

Of course, he was failing miserably at it and of course, his best friend was there to make fun of him. Said friend was also wearing heels, but still…

"You've got it all wrong. You need to step with your heel down first, and then let the sole follow quickly and smoothly."

"You mean like this?" Heel down, toes forward, heel down, falling… shit!

"It also helps if you try and walk straight instead of in a zigzag, Sora." Riku chuckled at his efforts, hand extended to offer him help back on to his feet. Normally Sora would have swatted the hand away, but these heels were killing his feet enough at it was and he just knew that the silver haired boy would get even more of a laugh should he fall(again) while trying to get up. So, he put on his trademark pout and glared at his silver-haired friend as he was lifted up.

Once he regained his balance, Riku came up to his side and proceeded to show him how it was done... again. Heels down, toes flat, next foot the same with a slight sashay in his step while towing a straight line one foot in front of the other. A little sway from the feet right up to the buttocks and hips caught Sora's attention as Riku walked across the room making the younger of the two realize just how messed up their current competition was.

"Okay Sora, try again." Turning around, Riku nodded in his direction, beckoning Sora to succeed this time. Sora took a hesitant step forward, watching his feet as he placed his heel on the ground then carefully placing down his toe.

First step, not so bad.

Now, just the follow through.

Stepping with his other foot, he followed the same pattern, this time not falling instantly off balance. As long as he took it slow, it was becoming easier and soon enough Sora was moving faster and faster, step in front of step, finally able to put a little swing into his hips. He could feel Riku's stare on him as he continued to walk, feeling appreciative eyes following his back, or his ass, he really couldn't tell with his back turned.

"Sora, stop."

Sora paused in his step, turning around to face his best friend. Riku was coming up to him, still keeping that sashay in his walk, left hand hidden behind his back holding something Sora couldn't see, not stopping until he was well within Sora's personal space enough to make the younger boy step back and find his back pressed against the wall. Aquamarine eyes narrowed, a slow smirk spread across Riku's face as the older boy moved his head so that he could whisper in Sora's ear.

"You look good while doing that." He could feel the smirk widen against his skin as Riku began to press up against him. "Still, I think we can do something about your movement in those things." The hand that had previously been hidden when Riku had walked up to him came into view, holding in his hand an item that showed Sora exactly what Riku intended to do with him.

"Let's try 2-inches." Riku laughed while dangling another set of heels in front of Sora's pouting face.

He hated Riku, really.