Everyone needed a holiday. And why not the scorching heat of Agrabah to take your mind of things that really are important. Such as Organisation XIII, or the fact that that dumb bastard Axel had taken over Disney Castle. Though he was quite certain that he didn't need a break, and that there were better things to do, his selfish side took over for once. He hadn't been in the bustling streets of the marketplace in ages, and he was sick and tired of having to destroy attempts at the lives of many people in different worlds. While Agrabah probably wasn't going to be completely rid of Heartless (or the newer, deadlier Nobody) he could at least enjoy the city for being a place with lots of activity, and hopefully no conflict.

But, as Sora had found out-- the hard way, of course-- he never, ever went to places where he would find no conflict.

The black cloak had been just a flicker in the corner of his eye, but he had trained his vision to never miss something as important as the possibility that an Organisation member might be lurking around. Sora had previously been lounging against a stone building, enjoying the shade, but now he was on his feet, staring after where he had believed the figure had gone. The guy must have been a fast walker, because much to his disappointment, he had lost him (or her, he hadn't got a close enough look). He cursed his unawareness and leapt onto the building he had previously been relaxing against, scanning the streets for any sign of the man he was sure he had seen. He bit his lip as he searched, his hand extended-- ready to summon the Keyblade if he spotted what he was seeking.

Moments passed as he just searched, and kept on searching. People were staring at him-- after all, he was standing on a building in plain sight, the blazing weather beating down upon him. He remained still however, and didn't seem to think of the possibility that this could-be Organisation fiend could spot him first.