Sora sat down in his gummi ship chair. He had did it, he had beat the fuck out of Sephiroth, twice. He didn't know what he should do now, as he had 100%-ed his journey. He was alone now. Donald and goofy and gone back to Disney castle, Sora didn't ask why, just accepted it. He had be floating aimlessly in space for a long time now, just waiting to run into a random 'world' to do some meddling. Sora wasn't worried, as he never cared about meddling, so what the fuck ever.
Sora had turned 18 floating through space alone, only with Roxas, who was part of him so really he had been talking to himself for 2-3 years. Sora had realized this, but he was so fucking laid back he didn't care.
He sat back in his seat, which was a swivel chair so he began to spin around. Sora thought he was the fucking badass mother fucker his anime loving fans thought he was. He propped his feet up on the gummi-dashboard, and counted his all of his munny, which was max out due to all the grinding his he to beat Sephiroth, twice. Half way through counting, he looked over his giant pile of money, and saw what he had been waiting for.
"Finally! Is that a hair?" He was looking at his chin in the gummi ship window, at a tiny hair that was growing out of it. "Yes! It is! I cant wait to show Riku, and laugh in his dark-accepting face!"
Sora leaned all the way back in his swivel chair, feeling great out his first sign of facial hair. he had been waiting 15 years for this, and now that he was 18, he was growing up. Sora closed his eyes and drifted off to a happy dream.