A/N: This is just gonna be a series of drabbles in the Dissidia series discussing Sephiroth's feelings on the other warriors. Hints of romance here and there, but nothing graphic, and no battle scenes, just musings, I suppose. The first one is Prishe, and well, I like how it turned out.

"I'm gonna wrap you round my little finger!" She had come in a rain of fire, something he had not felt in years. It was in the middle of a cycle he did not fully recall, so new was he at the time. But the one thing that had stood out the most among all of his memories was the little Elvaan girl with the lavender hair and determination in her eyes, something that he could remember seeing somewhere before, but as he drew close, the name and face slipped away once again. The urge to protect was strong, but so was the urge to destroy. He did not know what to do with the strange memories of the boy with the spiky black hair.

He supposed that she wasn't the first to try; after all, he did have some memories, unpleasant as they were. They were memories of betrayal and deaths…. On his behalf. Some of the ones he was referring to were little memories concerning people that the red haired traitor once named, "Raving Fangirls..." For whatever reason, that voice made him want to chuckle, especially with how annoyed it sounded. He enjoyed the sound of annoyance in that voice, because it was the very same that brought him to the current path he was on, and though he did not remember exactly why, it made a pit of hatred grow inside him, right along with the feelings of friendship. This thing that happened whenever he thought of his past was the very reason he wished to complete his memory.

The Sliver Elite… The name popped into his head, unbidden, but not unwelcome. He hardly had any completed memories to speak of. Other than Mother's quest of course, but why else would he be fighting for Chaos? Because he was with that blasted company that created him? The very one he couldn't even properly remember? Somehow, he doubted that.

No, Sephiroth could not suppose that this "Prishe" was the first girl to ever try to win his heart, but perhaps she was the first to ever actually succeed.

His own voice broke the pointless wait before battle, "You will know what true 'terror' is." He had replied steadily, not letting human emotions interfere with the mission he had been given. Even if those feelings demanded he give into the girl with the purple hair. Demanding he let himself be taken, or letting himself take her as the prize.

Not that Sephiroth would let this girl know that she had, indeed, stolen his heart, he had a planet to conquer, but this little girl would be around until the end, immortal as she was.

But perhaps in the end, he would take this little Elvaan girl, the one with the audacity or bravery to speak to him in ways that he hadn't heard since he had been freed from his mortal life, as a queen.

And he would teach her exactly how one should speak to a god. But then again, maybe he wouldn't.

After all, it was that spirit of hers that had received his attentions in the first place. The fight had been a difficult one, and it didn't even have an actual winner. Other pesky warriors, who called themselves his allies, had interfered, and he was unable to take her to Chaos, or let himself be taken to Cosmos.

He would need to ensure that in the coming future, he would be able to finish that battle, with the little Elvaan girl that had been the only thing he had ever thought about more than his memories, the battles, or his deceased Mother.

She was something he wanted, for reasons not even he could identify.