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Yuffie knelt before the shrine, hands folded in prayer. She wasn't wearing her usual clothing and opted to wear a traditional Wutaian kimono—black fabric with pink designs. After several moments of prayer, she dropped her hands and smiled brightly at the woman in the photo. Long black hair lay pinned to the back of her head, gray eyes sparkling at the camera. She sighed.
"Hello, momma. Sorry it's been a while since I've prayed... I'm sure you know why there was the absence. You are, after all, in the lifestream," she said, smiling sadly. "You'll be happy to know that dad and I made up... Well, more like I kicked his ass and forced him to see my way." She grinned. Yuffie could almost picture her mother's disapproving glare. God, it had been so long.
"Well, anyway. Everyone's doin' well. Shake and I—you remember Shake, right? He was that little ankle biter who followed me around—are still trying to throttle each other, Chekov and Staniv keep dad out of trouble, and Gorky's still annoying as hell." She paused, sighing with a faint smile on her lips. "I helped save the world," she breathed, "I hope you're proud of me... I know I was a brat when I was little, but, I think I grew up some."
She sighed, angling her head to stare up at the ceiling of the room. "I met a guy," she began, grinning and dropping her head down to to photo again, "he's got more baggage than an airport, but, he's still nice. His name is Vincent. He's a little cold, but, I think I can whip him into shape. Kinda like what you did with dad."
After a moment of reflection, Yuffie leaned forwards and pressed her lips against the picture's forehead. "I love you, momma. I'll see you later. Wish me luck," she added, grinning.