Rumah Sakura Novels & Stories

The silhouette noticed that the storm clouds were gone. Something fell across Reggie’s vision in gentle, downward swirls. “I can’t believe it,” she said, blinking. Snow. She turned from the window and surveyed the living room. The tree decorated with stars and tinsel. It wasn’t the plastic tree she usually put out every year. It was a Fraser Fir. At its peak, a crooked angel flanked by two plastic Santas, their faces no longer bent inwards. Their eyes were wide though, and donned eternal smiles.

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?”

Golden rays of sunlight peeping through the window, tickled Min-ho to get up from bed. With half open eyes, the young man yawningly walked towards the washroom to continue with his morning routine. Looking around the house, anyone would say that the house was small yet beautiful. There was only one bedroom attached with a kitchen and one washroom with a big porch, more than enough for a single person. However, the thing that can make anyone’s heart flutter was, looking at this small house's garden; beautiful cherry blossoms surround it. With the blowing wind, the cherry blossom sheds its pink leaves over the roof like it’s raining blessings over the small house.

"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.

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.

She smiled to me as she walked out closing the door behind her. I looked around the room. The room had a very traditional Japanese vibe to it. With all the bamboo printer tiles and curtains. To left there was a glass sliding door leading to a balcony. I walked out. The scenery from there was beautiful. It gave the full look of the full estate. It was a beautiful sight to hold with all the sakura trees in thier full glory, green grasses, flowers. The cold but yet warm breeze blowing. The breeze felt amazing, carrying along with the smell of cherry blossoms.

Sakura whose pheromones smell strongly of fear and panic. “I-I…you said I could c-come if I…”. Misa pulls her into her home without a second thought. She shuts the door behind her and locks it immediately— not because she’s afraid, but because Sakura is. “I…”. Sakura’s hands curl into the hem of her dress. She looks down at the floor instead of looking up at her. “Please I-I need to…”. She stops speaking halfway. Again. Like she can’t get the words to come out.

He takes the drone, which is already drenched with water, and based on the look, he was sure it's already broken. "Sakura." The strange girl smiles, and after she says it, there's a wind blowing and the Sakura's flower from the nearest cherry blossom tree falling near them. Looking at the flower, which now falls near them, he nods his head. "Ah, yeah..it's now in April, so Sakura here is a bit prettier than the front gate." Smiling at him, she gets her bag and her flat shoes before she goes to the walkway. She wants to go back to her dorm, change her clothes, and go to the next class.