Gaara X Sakura Novels & Stories

I was introduced into this world on the eve of my mother's death. Through the many stories of my father, I learned what I could about the woman I loved but would never know. She was called Sakura after the season of the cherry blossoms. She was a petite, delicate woman of pale skin. In her joy and happiness, she would turn the gentle pink of the flowers of the season. My father was named Homura after the blaze one would see during his anger if it ever showed.

Gaara lamented in regret. I started laughing and said, "well you caused it for yourself, although this was a waste of time but it was fun while it lasted." He then snapped his fingers and Kurt appeared. "Where am I?" Kurt asked and turned around. He then saw me and said, "oh, you made it here, I see." He then bowed down immediately and said, "I greet you almighty Lord Gaara!" "How did you do that?" I asked in awe. "He is a B type Mermaid and a friend of mine, it was easy to summon him with just a snap.

Sakura’s voice shakes in a way that makes her know that she’s close to tears. “You know what I-I am…and you’re not a-angry?”. She asks again, this time managing to sound more lost than the first. Her question is answered in the form of Misa wrapping her arms around her in the warmest of hugs. The she-alpha pulls her in and presses Sakura’s nose to her scent gland. It’s a very intimate gesture, one that says ‘smell how much I feel about you’— and Sakura smells it. She smells exactly what Misa feels about her.

Gaara had to demonstrate each one before they actually played together. He found himself genuinely happy. In the two hours they spent at the arcade, Esther never stopped smiling. She reacted dramatically to everything she did, talking to herself nonstop, laughing freely. Truly… at that moment, her face was breathtakingly beautiful. The happiness shining from her expression warmed Gaara’s heart in ways he hadn’t expected.

Under these circumstances, what was the use of being the God of Gambling’s top disciple? Aya’s exquisite face had lost all color. She was so sure that Harvey was using advanced techniques to cheat, but she couldn’t tell exactly what they were. She couldn’t even spot any of Harvey’s flaws. Slap! Sakura marched forward and angrily slapped Aya’s face. “You rotten filth!” Sakura screamed furiously. In her eyes right now, Aya was indeed filth. To think that even the God of Gambling’s top disciple couldn’t deal with a small fry! Aya was truly filth among filth.