This is a fic I came up with off the top of my head one night. It ties in with a world mmy sister and I made up, with sliiightly mutated humans, called 'sinners'.

IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT WG OR FA-ism MEANS, I WARN YOU, TURN BACK NOW MORTAL!!

Yeah, KH and all characters are copyright God--Er, Squeenix.. ;;

Small, fat, Red-browned haired man/Riakau is copyright me. It's his fault I even wrote this.

Nothing seemed wrong with this world. Sora and his entourage had entered a place called Sinner Sanctum, which looked like Sort' old home, Twilight Town, with the buildings and such...It had cozy streets and plenty of plants, no cars. It was a really old-timely place.
The three entered the only hotel (which was also a restaurant), named The Dome, and saw a short, chubby young man with long red-brown hair and a pair of purple goggles on top of his head. He was leaned over on his elbow, holding up a fleshy cheek, and seemed to be reading a magazine.
"Uhm...Hey, Sir?" Sort walked up to the desk and put a hand on top of it, the goggled man jerked, kind of shocked, and hid his magazine, giving a slightly nervous grin, "Uh, Yeah How can I help you...Huh?" The man looked back at Sora's peculiar friends and raised an eyebrow. He smiled a little, chuckled, and shook his head. He already knew he was crazy, why'd this bother him? "Eh'scuse me sir, but you gotta keep your animals outside!"
Donald started squawking incoherently, apparently insult, and Sort ran back to hold his beak just and drag the two outside
"You guys can sleep in the gummi, right?
Donald yelled again, "You should have to sleep in the ship too, then!"
Sort begged to have one day here by himself. He liked this place, and if he did, Riku could be here too...But all Sort really wanted was a little piece of home here.

Eventually he won over them, and went back inside to get a room.

Room 202, for one night had cost 12 munnies.

He was far from tired, truthfully. He roamed the quiet streets light lit with an orange light of the setting sun.

All he needed now were his two best friends and the smell and sound of the sea.

He glanced around, feet dragging with his hands in his jacket pocket. It seemed everyone here was...overweight. Not terribly unhealthily so, but everyone seemed to have a friendly rounded face.....

And a furry tail...

And pointed ears...

Oops. Sort should've seen this coming.

No wonder everyone on the street seemed to give him the same examining glance he was giving them.

Ah, they didn't seemed to mind to much...

After a while Sort came to a little concrete clearing. Four benches facing each other, a few plotted plants and artificial grass with flowers. He decided to relax a little and watch the sun set, as it was getting close.

"Just like any other sunset."
He accidently fell into a daze, then hit with sleep paralyzation...Before her fell asleep, he sub-consciously mumbled a very formilliar word to himself.
"Riku..."

Moru: sighs So damn short...Next'll be better, I swear. I'm working on it as I sp-...type. Oo;;

Riakau: Psha, I didn't even get to do anything yet!! And what the hell was I lookin' at?
???: Riakau, what do you usually look at when your bored and not doing what your supposed to be doing?
Ria: ...Chesire grin, sneeky look
Moru: Exactly! ;;