A/N: So I recently re-beat ff7 for the heck of it, and then played ff7 Crisis Core for the first time and holy hell did that one make me cry! Anyway, suddenly I'm back on this whole ff7 kick that I haven't been on since I last played that game, which was years and years ago….

So I got this idea for a story and kept looking for a fanfic about it and couldn't find one. So I decided to write it instead. Hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I've often wondered if we actually have to do this or if someone just started it and we all followed suit. Hmm, anyway, I do not own this game or any of the characters….

The brown-eyed girl stared in the mirror, her body looked pale and gaunt. Her eyes had sunken in and her long ebony locks felt thin. It had been five years since she last saw her friends, she was now just a pale rendition of her former self. She used to be strong, a true ninja, fighting for the world, not just once, but twice. She used to spend her days chasing after foes and living the true adventure life, but that had all changed, those days were long gone.

Her life ended when she found out she would have to marry to rule her country. And when it came to her country, her love life forfeited the right to her heart. She had grown up knowing that she would one day rule, always planning on how she could better her country, never understanding the costs.

She knew the law had always been there, but didn't think it applied to her. Her father never mentioned marriage before, it was always about how she could better herself as a ninja, as a ruler, but never marriage. It hadn't been so bad in the beginning, the man her father and the elders had chosen was kind. He had a strong presence, everyone instantly knew he had arrived and meant business. It did well for the country's morale, to have two strong people leading. In the beginning of their courtship, he was very protective, defending her to the public and worrying every time she left to help out her friends and the WRO. It was only after the formal ceremony did she realize it was about control, control of her, and control of her country.

It began with a slap, but she could handle that, she was a seasoned warrior after all. Unfortunately, so was he…

He started berating her, controlling her funds, never telling her when people visited for her. She became isolated from the public, suddenly never being "required" to attend any of the meetings. In the beginning, she would run to her father, but nothing would change. He would make excuses, saying that her husband needed to let the elders that he was also in control, and gain their trust. They hadn't grown up with him like they had her. She wouldn't say anything else on the matter, and soon she was no longer consulted about anything. Whenever they had a terrible fight, she ran to her father who would convince her it was her duty to stay with him, to be patient with him. She would go back.

It only got worse, soon her people began to forget she even existed. They never saw her and she began fading into the background. She shut out her friends, afraid what they would think of her, afraid of what might happen to her if she said anything. So she didn't, and soon, they forgot her as well.

One night, she broke, couldn't take it anymore. This is where she stood, in the bathroom, looking at her body, deformed with more then battle scars. The newest being the giant laceration across her lower back, her memory haunting her.

"Who do you think is going to rescue you, you piece of trash!" Her husband yelled angrily. He grabbed her hair and yanked her off the ground, pushing her against the wall, "Your not worth the dirt you walk on, you lazy bitch." He leaned in and whispered, "You should pray to leviathan how lucky you are that you have me." Dropping her on the ground, the girl crumbled, angry tears sliding down her face. She wanted to fight back, but didn't have the energy.

He turned to walk away, laughing quietly to himself, as if she had amused him. It made her so angry to have him mocking her, that her marriage had reduced her to tears and bruises and even Sephiroth hadn't managed that. "I will pray that Leviathan takes you to hell!" She yelled after him.

He did a quick u-turn and quickly strode over to her, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her off the ground. She gasped in pain, grabbing at his hands. "You're going to regret that…" He said it so softly that fear swept over her, panic mode setting in.

'run…' was her last thought before he set into her.

And then she blacked out...

The black haired girl shook her head, not wanting to relive that moment anymore. She continued to stare at her body in the mirror, looking at what all the abuse had done to her. She hardly recognized herself.

"I am Yuffie Kisaragi, the wilting white rose of Wutai…"

A/N: I know, super depressing… Trust me, it gets happier. Most stories about Yuffie tend to be super happy and fluffy, so I went the opposite route.