Sakura Naruto Pic Novels & Stories

×Jamie× Wednesday came in the blink of an eye. Only having one class today, I spent most of my time in the library until it was time to leave for the picnic. Natalia made sure to remind me through a text and even if she didn't, I wouldn't miss it. I nervously stood in front of Higan's car as I waited for him to arrive. He had already sent me a text, saying that he would be down in a few minutes. Looking up to check my surroundings, I immediately spotted him making his way to me. This is probably a late realization on my part but Higan was pretty popular. He attracted everyone's attention and it did not take a genuis to figure out why.

I asked. "What??" Atlas asked as he pushed him aside to look in. "...SHIT." Atlas looked back at us before frowning. "Luna can you wait out here. Nena, come in with me." Issac opened the door and the two walked in. Issac stood in my way from going in. "What's going on?" I asked again with more authority in my voice. I heard Nena gasp and I tensed up. Oh shit. Nena walked back out with tears in her eyes and I looked her down questionably.

“You can call him if you want…” “But let me tell you…”. She sighs in satisfaction. “Getting blood out of the furniture is harder than you think”. Is she trying to guilt-trip me? Me? Hagakure Sorahiko?. “Well, it’s a good thing that I’m always excited to learn new things!”. I pick up my phone and open my phone book. Sakura latches onto my hand from the left— Rei does the same from the right. “Hold on!”. They both shout.

Is this how l am spending eighteen years of my life. "SAKURA?" Hmm now l am hearing voices hah. Calling my name. "Is that you Sakura." I look up to see one of the girls l worked with. "What are you doing here." I could not respond as l observed her way of dressing. She was wearing a yellow kimono. Her hair tied in a lovely semi circle hairpins pluck and. She had some makeup on. "You.." "I am Hozumi don't you remember." She smiled . "Hozumi?"

Soon after, the tiny girl, who appeared to be approximately twenty, arrived at Avita, and it was undoubtedly one of the most difficult walks she had ever done in her entire life. Trying her best not to shake from nerves, she approached Avita and greeted her shakily, “Hello, my name is Nyarai Sakura. Madame G directed me here.” Avita gazed at Nyarai with a slight smile on her face for a moment before responding. Seeing her anxiousness and darting eyes, she couldn’t help but smile warmly and answer her pleasantries, “It’s nice to meet you as well. Let’s go inside and have a great chat.”

Jessica said while staring with glittering eyes at Jerry. "You guys are the rotten humans that ruin normal anime and turn them into another thing, ugh," Jean prejudiced harshly. "Shut it! So what if we prefer Sasunaru?! There were meant to be!" Jessica argued. "Sakura and Sasuke have a daughter named Sarada, give it up, you fools! They're just besties!!" Jean argued back, as a Naruto and Sasusaku fan at that, he refused to give in. He believed that all Saku-any other ship that wasn't female should burn in hell, ugh! How he hated those rotten people who shipped his favorite character with males!

As she sat beside him, Siena had just realized Stefano was holding an album of photograph on his lap. “These are my nostalgia pictures with Sakura. I always keep them, because they are the only things that can console me whenever I miss her,” Stefano started to talk in a soft voice. Stefano showed her the album. Siena recognized her mother’s face. Sakura was still young in the pictures, looking so beautiful, enthusiastic, and cheerful. Her shoulder-length black hair fell elegantly cupping her gorgeous oval face. Her bright smile and her sparkling eyes made her face glow gracefully.

Said Sara giving Sekora a tight hug. “Mom, I’m not a weed, I’m a big flower. Said Sekora, crossing her arms. “Oh and which one is that?” asked Sara with a smile. “The Cherry Blossom flower.” Said Sekora returning the smile. “Alright honey, lets go or we will be late.” Said Sara, loading Sekora in the families Honda Civic and shutting door. “Can we listen to the Magical unicorns theme?” asked Sekora. “Once.” Sara replied. “Twice please!” pleaded Sekora holding up two fingers.

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.