Incognito
she comes out of the obscure
She liked wearing hats. Stupid, frilly, dirty, grimy, pink, blue, black, yellow, and always, always fitting. When they were younger, she'd dress herself up unrecognizably and tackle her friends to the ground, inky black hair always peeking out from those hats, and they'd smile and ask, "Now who may this little lady be?"
A grin would spread over her face, missing tooth and all, a shine in her indigo eyes and she giggled and tugged at their (to be truthful, his) spiky yet silky (brown) hair, and he'd sweep her up to her feet, whisk off her hat and gasp in feigned shock at the little girl it turned out to be.
There was an inkling in her mind (you can trust him), so she tried not to be so disappointed when he went off with the pretty girl with the long black hair and wings stitched on her blue, blue dress. She tried.
When she was all alone, she went over to her father, swamped in work, and dress up for him, hugging at his arms and smiling that brilliant smile that most children have, but he'd either wave her away or merely stared at her like he didn't know who she was, which, in truth, was probably the case.
She looked too much like her mother for him to love her.
As she grew older, she realized that her friends were far too old to hang around a childish seven-year-old like her, and had bigger things to worry about, like the pretty girl with the long black hair with wings stitched onto her clothes, and found that that girl was not as pretty as she seemed. She found that the girl was a 'damsel', as her friends sometimes called her, once in a while, and the little girl kept watching her be saved and thought, 'that must be boring'.
It was then she decided she would take care of herself. Of course, she had been for some sense, but then she asked one of her cousin's how to teach her how to fight, and it was a whole knew world that dawned upon her.
Somewhere along the line, she stopped wearing hats and pretending to be somebody else.
After a while, she saw the pretty girl again, and instead of staring at how pretty she was, went up and asked her why she didn't take care of herself.
After a while, her friends saw the change in her attitude, saw that she wasn't the kind of little girl who liked to play dress up and pick flowers and play house with the other kids anymore.
After a while, she fashioned a name for herself because it gave her a character, gave her a life that seemed different from before.
She called herself the Great Ninja Yuffie, and somewhere someone cried with little-girl tears.