Cloud was on the beach, deep in thought. Though he had defeated Sephiroth months ago and brought peace back to the world, he was ever-troubled by certain... thoughts. Thoughts he didn't want to admit to himself.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Tifa said. She had approached him from behind and wrapped her arms around his neck. She loved him dearly but since that climactic battle several months ago, he just had not been the same.

He made no reply, choosing simply to stare out at the waves coming in. The thoughts from that battle kept coming back to him, each passing day being worse than the one prior. All of them haunted by one man, one person whom he could not, for some reason, escape in all of his dreams and waking moments; Sephiroth.

Tifa frowned a little to herself and let go of Cloud, walking back to their beachfront home, leaving Cloud to sit there and think. What was this obsession? Why did he have these dreams? Was he going insane? Could it be that... but no, he didn't want to think of it.

It was now dark, and Cloud entered the house he now shared with Tifa, choosing not to enter their bedroom but instead sit in his study. He knew he should be happy here with Tifa but there was something about this place and about her that just wasn't right for him, and he couldn't explain it. It had started with that battle, that's all he knew or wanted to admit at least. Troubled by these thoughts, he unwittingly found himself falling asleep.

In his dream, Cloud found himself surrounded by a heavenly light. Shielding his eyes, Cloud asked "Where am I? What is this?"

Low, sensual, and immediately recognizable, he heard a voice call out to him "Cloud... come to me..."

"No! You're dead! It can't be!"

"Cloud... I know of your thoughts about me... come with me... and you shall be eternally happy..."

Cloud woke up with a start. Laid out on the table before him now was a letter, written in a script more than familiar to him. "Come outside to the beach. I'll be waiting. - S"

Nervously, Cloud stood up. Was this a prank? An elaborate hoax? A trap? This couldn't be possible. He shouldn't be able to see Sephiroth again, to admit to Sephiroth that...

He stood up and woke out of the study and onto the beach outside.

A tall figure stood out on the shore. Though he could not make out the figure clearly, he could see the long, flowing, silvery hair, which is all he needed to know. "So," the figure said. "You have come."

Cloud stopped in his tracks, still hesitant, still knowing that, despite what feelings he may have, Sephiroth was still an incredibly dangerous individual. "Don't stop. Come closer to me. I have something I wish to tell you..."

"I thought you were dead," Cloud said simply, trying not to betray the emotions that were welling up deep within him.

"No, not dead," said Sephiroth in reply. "Merely waiting." A long pause, during which the wind swept Sephiroth's long hair to one side. "Now," said Sephiroth, "I shall turn and reveal myself."

Sephiroth turned suddenly, revealing himself to be in a decked-out pimp suit with gold chains and a fly hat. "Hells yeah, it's Sephiroth time, bitch!"

"Yo where the hell you been?" Cloud said.

"Aw hell," Sephiroth said, giving his pimp-cane a twirl, "You know me, just been out."

"Where'd you get them threads?" Cloud said.

"Got them from some poor sucka tried to mess with me, you know what I'm saying?" Sephiroth grinned, showing his platinum grill. "Hey, how's about you and me go out and get some hos. Get crunked?"

"Hell yeah, you know I like dat shit," Cloud said.

Then Cloud and Sephiroth cruised out, the rims on Sephiroth's limo flashing in the night, and had a hell of a good time.