The Pole
It was a pole. It was shiny.
Sora stared at it intently, bright blue eyes bubbling with excitement.
He had the sudden urge to dance.
His lips turned up in a seductive smirk as he walked towards the shiny, silver pole. His slender fingers wrapped around it, pulling himself closer. Loud music began thumping in the background.
Hips swaying with the music he danced, spinning himself around the pole, shimmying up and down it. His leg wrapped around the pole with one hand clutching it, leaning to the side. Then he leaned close once again to do another shimmy, following up with a leaning back pose, both hands wrapped around the pole. It was his own secret art.
Fangirls watched with undying attention, shrieking in awe over him. Some boys dressed in odd costumes raised eyebrows or puked in disgust. Parents shielded their small children's eyes and watched with horrified faces, jaws dropped.
Sora could care less. He continued to dance with the pole.
That weekend he was known as "the dancing Sora," becoming a rising star at the convention. He danced randomly to music, and anyone who saw him was lucky.
But his main attraction…
Was the pole.
The end!
Author's note: This is a crack!pairing. Hello, it's a pole. Just a little weird, don'tcha think?
--ED