Madara Sakura Novels & Stories

"Great!" We arrived at the kitchen and I let go of his hand. I stood in front of the cake and carefully opened the box to reveal a round cake with light blue cream. Mom suggested that I add three golden butterfly decorations to make it look cute and it looked a hundred times more amazing than it did back at home. "It's cute," Higan said softly from behind me and I smiled.

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.

That's right, just like in Asia there should be blooming sakura tree's because this East that was mentioned is just like Asia. "What's that? -- ah you mean, those blooded trees?" Blooded Trees is the name given to the tree that the author came up with, not just because the tree is just like a sakura tree but the petals it bloom is made of blooded colors. Yubin looked awkward for asking that, she didn't realize the name must be different (it's just a based after all) Yubin suddenly chuckled, laughing at her misunderstanding.

Though all the portals to the dark realms had been sealed shut Kimora may have returned or not have left in the first place… "Lucky for us, that was over twenty years ago if I'm not mistaken. The last account of Kimora may have been a mistake if you ask me" Jade tosses a ball and catches it mid air, heaves a huge sigh and confessed; "You've said this story like a million times and no matter how many times I hear it, it is still thrilling to hear it once again". "Jade, all is not what it seems and that's why you are trained to control positive energy and not dark matter in case it returns we will be prepared" said Hentai.

Darren explained. “Oh yes. That. I was so caught up in the whole mate introductions.” André quickly explained. “Amelia is a Gamma heir from Madonie who can see when magic is being used to catch you up. Darren had her identify the afflicted at the holding cells to use a potion Bisnonna made to counter it.”

"Mama, madam is there and I could not touch anything in the kitchen or anywhere in the house. She was present and—" "I hate when you want to speak big words at me..." "Present means she is there..." "Whatever, Kifah. I do not like being taken for a fool." "I know Mama, I'm sorry." It was quiet. "I will bring you something soon. Madam brought some nice dresses and jewels." "See now you're talking... we could sell the Jews to Amos...then we can exchange for—" "It's jewels not Jews... Mama."

His murderous intent radiated from his body once more. “Yes, Demigod,” Kurama hurriedly explained. “I did send some people to the Celestial Empire some time ago, but they haven’t returned yet.” “They can no longer come back.” Tyr then probed, “Who asked you to send them to the Celestial Empire?” Kurama responded quickly, “It’s a lady. Sakura is a stunning woman who is a member of the Fukuda family.” “The Fukuda family?” Tyr gave a slight frown. He was perplexed as to why another family suddenly appeared in the picture.

“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—”

“Come in.” Sakura slipped inside carrying a lacquered tray, small porcelain bowls of steamed edamame, a few slices of perfectly ripe persimmon, a cup of warm ginger tea that steamed gently in the cool room. She set the tray on the low table with careful grace, then straightened and looked at me with those dark, perceptive eyes. “I noticed you didn’t eat much at dinner,” she said in careful English, switching to Japanese when the words felt too clumsy. “The rice is simple, everyone likes rice. Is something wrong with the food? Or… with you?”

There aren't enough Sakura trees to be around, so some people are walking around instead, trying to find the merchant's stall selling the best food. With the alluring aroma of so many different kinds of food wafting through the air, Travis and I too decided to find something to eat first, proving the proverb "meatballs instead of flowers" (which means that most people don't come to the Hanami parties to look at flowers but to fill up on food) seems to be true. There's so much to choose from that it's hard to decide, but we'll settle for a teppanyaki barbecue, yakitori (a kind of chicken skewer), and dango.