Sephiroth and Cloud had a history of bad Blood between them. Sephiroth felt emasculated and belittled by how Cloud obliviously surpassed him in the realm of heroism. Cloud, on the other hand, could not help but frown whenever he came across Sephiroth's arrogant attitude.
It was a bright, sunny day at the Gold Saucer. Cloud was having a great time playing some mini games with his friends. That is, until he heard a familiar voice behind him. His hair stood on end as Cloud turned around to face Sephiroth.
They both just stood there and stared at each other for what seemed like forever. An audience had formed around them, waiting with baited breath for the fire that was about to ignite. But even with all their simmering emotions and tension, neither of them wanted to give the audience what they wanted.
Sephiroth suggested to Cloud that they go somewhere more private to talk. Without a word, Cloud followed him silently, since he too did not wish to start a brawl in public.
They went into a secluded building and the doors shut behind them. The air became thick and their eyes met. Sephiroth moved closer to Cloud, his lips inches away from his.
The heat burned between them, a consuming heat that was already known between them. Sephiroth's touch burned into Cloud's skin as he leaned in, kissing him deeply and passionately.
The anger and animosity that had been brewing for years had finally been released and acknowledged. Sephiroth and Cloud had finally reconciled and the tension between them was replaced with something far more warm and passionate. The past was let go and the future was theirs to explore.