Kawaii Sakura Novels & Stories

“You’re dead, Sakura.” Harvey’s face was as dark as night. “I’m fine, Harvey. Nothing bad will happen to me. So, don’t worry. She wouldn’t dare to do anything to me!” exclaimed Kait with all the strength that was left in her. Kait was extremely clever. She knew full well that her existence had value. Sakura wouldn’t dare to do anything rash unless she was desperate. That was why Kait kept reminding Harvey to keep his cool. Obviously, she could see that Harvey was in a dire situation on the other side of the screen.

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.

“Just us.” Breakfast waited in the same serene dining room as before. Low table, floor cushions, the gentle clink of porcelain against lacquer. Sakura wore pale lavender today, her hair pinned with a single jade comb shaped like a crane. Haruto sat at the head in quiet charcoal, already reviewing something on a slim tablet while sipping matcha. Dante,black cashmere sweater, dark jeans, sleeves pushed to his elbows, settled beside me, one hand resting casually on my thigh beneath the table the moment we knelt.

“So it has something to do with your mother….” Suddenly everything became clear for Siena. “My Mom was born in the beginning of April. My grandfather gave her the name Sakura, because it was the time when sakura flowers were blooming in Japan. Do you know that sakura season is short? It only lasts for a month, usually from the end of March until the middle of April. It’s explaining the text ‘every eye admires you for one full moon’…!” Alfonso’s eyes glistened in thrill. “So the next text ‘the land of your origin’ must be Japan, because sakura flower comes from Japan!”

Saga gave Kaze a friendly nod before he turn to face her again. "Okay, well. What about coffee?" Saga asked again still trailing behind her while she walk through the exit door. "What if I can't sleep because I drank too many caffeine?" "Then we'll talk until you fell asleep." "But what about your 'watching porn before you fell asleep' ritual?" she tease him. She was facing him now, they were standing outside of Kaze's and she was holding a small paper bag with her brother favorite band CDs and Saga's hand was on his jeans pocket.

No one will care, she can only blame her mother's unfortunate fate. Near the crystal frozen river, there's a humongous and tall tree called 'sakura', the only tree that living in this place. Its big and long branches curved and twisted in an enchanting way were covered in a pile of snow. A group of crows flaps their wings and cowed on top of the large branches while watching the two kids busily covered the hole in soil using the shovels.

The woman smiled and patted Ejima's shoulders. They had stopped in the middle and as they waited, the door by the far side opened, and people that were clothed with leaves started toward their direction. There were men and women, but the population seemed to be paired. “Is this?” “Yes,” The woman nodded, “Twice they say is a coincidence. But thrice is definitely a sign. So tell me…” the woman's brow folded inwards. “Ejima, my name is, Ejima” “Ejima” The woman nodded, “Tell me, Ejima, does this look like a coincidence?”

“If you have any news, contact me immediately.” There was a slight pause before Kenji spoke again. “You still have that flower?” Yuri knew what flower her uncle was talking about -- The stalk of the cherry blossom flowers, otherwise known as the sakura blossoms, that Kenji had brought over during his January visit that year, and which Hitomi had placed in a vase half-filled with water. “Of course. Niisan never forgot that my favourite sakura blossoms. Every year, you always picked a stalk of it for me when the sakura blossoms in Japan.” There was a slight pause. “It’s getting late. I’ll make up a bed for you—”

Nothing about this woman can be called motherly— even the way she speaks can grate on the nerves of a saint. “My name is Sakura”. Sakura takes pleasure in the way her lips curve in a disgusted sneer. “That is not the name I gave you”. She places her spoon on her napkin with a frown. “Hana is a name more suitable for a well-trained omega…not that vulgar name you’ve picked”. “What do you have against cherry blossoms?”. She knows how much that question would annoy her, and she takes pleasure in it. “One would think you’re not really Japanese with the way you act”.

It was like his second home. “Spill” Sakura said, popping her bubble gum. Fujirawa Sakura is a fair-skinned cutie who had a strange obsession with the colour pink. She has long dark brown hair, dark eyes, and an amazing figure. Her future ambition is to be a model which everyone thinks will be absolutely possible. She used to have a crush on me and we slept together once when we were both drunk. It’s something I’ll always regret. She wanted us to get together but I told her we could only be friends. Nothing more. Toshiro made a gesture for us to all move closer which we did. He then whispered, brown eyes twinkling; “I found out that Hina is two weeks pregnant and Ren is the father”