Rumah Sakura Novels & Stories

They then drove all the way to the Fukuda family manor, leaving Mount Osore behind. The manor was located in Nagoya City, at the foot of a mountain where cherry blossoms were in bloom at this time around. After Sakura brought Tyr and Garfield here, she asked them to wait in the reception room while she went to fetch her father. Sakura arrived at the reception room a few minutes later, following behind an old man who was approaching his sixties in a pair of wooden clogs. “Greetings, distinguished visitors. I am Ike Fukuda.” Ike Fukuda was his name. This man was Sakura’s father and the Fukuda family patriarch. Ike rushed over to meet the two as soon as he heard from his daughter that Emperor

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

Roommates 7 Harley stared at him as he cleared up his relationship with the girl living opposite her. She's his older sister. "Oh." she muttered. "See, it was an absurd thing to say, Skylar being my girl friend..." he shuddered. "So you mistook my room for your sister's and you're here now." she stated out and nodded walking towards the door. "Since you're not unconscious, I think you should head to skylar room instead." she said unhooking the locks.

It was already dark, but the lights from the traditional street lamps were enough to view the house well. A very big white mansion, with gold pillars. Words were not enough to describe what I was seeing. "It's beautiful," I murmured, and my aunt just chuckled, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the house. "Wait till you see it tomorrow morning, darling," she said. We got to the doorsteps and I stood behind her, my heart beating fast in my heart as she knocked softly on the door. A few seconds later, the door opened widely and an elderly woman was smiling at us... or rather, my aunt.

Mayu hesitated at first, but slowly stepped closer. Heri leaned toward Sakura and whispered, “She’ll feel more comfortable if you crouch down to her eye level.” Sakura knelt gently. And just like that, Mayu inches closer and gave a tiny smile. Outside, the Tokyo sky is beginning to turn orange. The air is growing colder. But inside this little home in Nishi-Koyama, filled with old memories and gentle warmth, the afternoon carried its own kind of comfort. Sakura was clearly nervous. So nervous, in fact, she forgot to take off her coat when she sat down.

As I reached the double doors, the mingled scents of jasmine and roses did it for me. I am home. I sighed deeply, unlocking the door. Soon I was engulfed by the fresh roses and jasmine that our house cleaner handpicked from the garden. Nonna loves having the fresh flowers scents. She once told me that if she could grow a Sakura tree in our garden, she would be over the moon. This mansion is Nonno’s pride. His design was intended to have that sophisticated indoor and outdoor experience of the coastal living. Even the materials used in construction were ordered from Italy.

I took comfort knowing that Adam and my aunties were with me. There were tall buildings that seemed to touch the sky. The buildings were covered with mirrors, and they looked beautiful. There were no horses or carriages on the road. I guessed that was only in Rayuwa because we did not have roads good enough for cars. When we reached Adam's house, I was in awe. It was more beautiful and bigger than the Sarki's palace. The house was huge, with large windows and doors, and the gate was something else. The carvings on the mighty Iron gate were otherworldly to me. The green lawn and sparse trees in the garden were beautiful.

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.

She opened the curtain, and the wind blew pink sakura inside his room. He covered his eyes when the sunlight hit his face. Way too bright, then slowly he saw the endless sakura tree. Wow, he was amazed. The view was spectacular, theirs thing particularly new except that the sakura was fully grown. "Hasn't it been like his.." Pamela Pout. Alkhun giggles. He looks at the view.

“Well then.” Both drawing Cheshire like smiles unto their faces, Chie snaps her finger as everything around them turns into a distorted scene, vanishing the long table, porcelain dishes, grand chandelier, and the royal dining hall, and by a moment into a split second, changes into a scene where clocks afloat and the ticking second hand is what’s ringing around them. Looking back and forth as the sound is quite overwhelming at first, yet slowly gives her warmth and comfort. The scent of a Sakura flower and its petals stole her attention, as she calls in a whisper. “Sakura?”