Sakura Naruto Novels & Stories

- added Yumiko at the end with a rather serious face. - Do you really have to bother me with this?- Miyuki looked at her almost pleadingly.- Even if you're right, do I really have to go after the first guy who gets in my sight? Can't I really keep this first time for someone I will truly love?- she asked slightly reproachfully.

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]

Because of his spy always scolds their transaction and blocks the entry of dollars into the black serpent that they can use that start and overthrow everyone involved. Bang! On the arm, she shot. The blood came out like a faucet. "Madam!" Naruto is the secret agent and reaper. He is the one who works well even without him. "What!?" She was angry that she didn't look back. "That guy is still tough." Naruto kept his face serious. "Yeah! I know. He wants more torturing him! Before speaking." Her voice was high. "Ha-ha..ha.." It was hard to laugh. Because of the blood lost in its body.

Kyoto, Japan "Please, come with us. You haven't even named your son yet. What if something happens to you?" Natasha pleaded, holding his husband's hand tightly while the other wrapped around her bump protectively. Lightning flashing, thunder erupting. Her voice was weak against the howling wind and through the torrential downpour.

The room echoed with her silent struggles and the sound of each strand succumbing to the ruthless blade. Overcoming the torment, Hiya summoned the strength to break free. Fueled by a surge of determination, she staggered towards the door and fled to the hallway. When her eyes fall over a small flower pot, seemingly insignificant, became her it prompts defense. With a desperate throw over him, she aimed to shield herself from his wrath.

Kenji pulled out a chair, and the woman sat across from him. "Just call me Sakura. Do you mind if I call you Kenjiki-san?" She asked with a smile. "Not at all. Go ahead." Kenji could understand. Sudden familiarity didn’t necessarily mean disrespect. According to the file he had read, Sakura Nakano had lived abroad for a long time. "You look more handsome than in the photo." Sakura complimented him in a smooth and bold manner. Her time abroad was once again reflected. This kind of bold character was uncommon among Japanese women. Kenji didn’t mind the character, but she still wasn’t the woman he wanted.

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”.

Iori looked to the left to see a huge Sakura tree to the side the wind blowing around it and shaking of the pink petals around them like a scene out of a picture, “It’s beautiful…” Iori said stopping to admire the magnificient tree. “What is?” Shun asked, “The Sakura… It’s been a while since I’ve been in Japan during spring…” “Has it? When was the last time you went flower viewing?” “I think the last time had been back in middle school when I was back here for spring break…” “You went with Haruki and the others?” Shun asked “No, I was in the mountain for my training back then… I went with Akagi-sama.”

“Nii-san! Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to Tokyo?” the young girl called out, half in protest. “Ah… yeah, haha,” Heri replied awkwardly. “I already made plans with someone, Akari-chan. I was worried I wouldn’t have enough time.” Akari’s gaze immediately shifted to Sakura. “Nii-san… who’s she?” she asked innocently. Sakura quickly stepped in to introduce herself, not wanting things to become awkward. “Kitagawa Sakura. Nice to meet you.”

The dreams repeated themselves over and over throughout the night, tormenting him. While at the entrance of the Secret Garden, Shinja's soul left her body and drifted into the clouds and left Flower-bender encircling her lifeless form. Her soul reached out to Silver in the misty cloudy night. She saw him, slapped his cheek and disappeared into thin air. In that same dream, she rejected his flowers. Early the next morning, she noticed something odd. Some one had picked her up, cleaned and dressed her. Once she opened her eyes, she saw her grandmother, Terese.