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[color=seagreen][b]"Road to freedom - here I come!"[/b][/color][/center]
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On the other hand, the daily life of Yuffie Kisaragi was nothing dream-like or fluffy. Well, it would be impossible with your mother nagging at your heels.

[color=silver]"Yuffie!"[/color] The most irritating voice in the young girl's life called again, this time right outside the door of her 'shattered paradise' (a.k.a. her bedroom, actually). [color=silver]"What's taking you so long? Hurry up!"[/color]

Yuffie groaned, but she didn't snap back. After all, today was the last day she would be staying in this stifling house with an overbearing mother, to start her journey as a Pokemon trainer - with newfound freedom.

Ignoring the ridiculously stuffed backpack that her mother had prepared for her the night before, she simply packed the bare minimum - only the most essential supplies out of all the excess junks - into her favorite waist pouch. Seriously, who'd want to carry so much unnecessary dead weight on a long trip? [color=seagreen][i]Is she trying to kill my back at this age?[/i][/color]

Besides, the black pouch fitted her green-and-navy outfit way better than that girly, pink backpack. A quick check at the mirror on her wardrobe door confirmed her thoughts, before she fastened a headband around her forehead - to keep the annoying bangs out of her big, pretty eyes!

Behind the mirror, her bedroom was the literal definition of chaos: not only your usual 'things were all over the place' kind of mess, but there were signs of contradictions - a battle between the sexes. Bits of feminine colors and decorations poked out of hasty attempts to cover them up with various posters of Zack Fair, two-time Hoenn League Champion, bearing the quotes: [b]"To be a Pokemon Master, you need to have dreams!"[/b] and [b]"Salamence is my living legacy!"[/b] in thick, manly brush strokes. A training schedule was ruthlessly slapped over the shameful drawing of her family she did in preschool, on the wall just above her study desk filled with loose sheets of paper and broken pencils.

She gave her room one last glance, setting the Riolu plushie upright on top of the mess of clothes she had emptied out of the backpack, then she skipped down the stairs and raced for the front door.

...Unfortunately, she was still not fast enough.

[color=silver]"Yuffie?"[/color] Her mother raised her head as she set down breakfast on the dining table. [color=silver]"Have some eggs-- Wait, [i]where is your bag?[/i]"[/color]

Determined not to look back, Yuffie hopped onto her bicycle and pedaled off in a mad dash, far away from the wrath of her furious mother...

And heading towards the sanctuary of Professor Cid Birch's laboratory.

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After what felt like an hour (only fifteen minutes in real time) of non-stop cycling, Yuffie finally slowed down to a halt. The tension from her strong desire to get away from her mother as fast as she could have left her rather drained on such a fine morning - with heavy panting and aching legs. Letting out a loud sigh, she looked up at the sky.

[color=seagreen]"To start my own adventure, huh,"[/color] she murmured, her dark eyes following the clouds that drifted by lazily. A sudden gust blew some of her hair into her face, forcing her to lower her head and shake off the bangs. She pedaled off once more, this time at a normal speed, before finally pulling up in front of the lab.

She already had her mind set on which to pick as her starter. The one that could match her speed - physically and mentally. The one that could live up to her Ninja Way. Sucking in a deep breath, she parked her bike just below the front door window, then she walked up to the entrance.

[color=seagreen]"Heeeeey! I'm Yuffie from Littleroot Town. I'm here to get my first Pokemon!"[/color]