It wasn't Christmas and it wasn't tradition. Nonetheless Sarada hung a stocking by her bed every year around the yuletide season. Her mother never asked her if she did in in anticipation of her father or the Father Christmas that sometimes appeared so quietly as though in dreams, more than half his face covered by the rented fluffy white beard which he must keep dusting off once a year for the soul purpose of sneaking into the Haruno household to ensure Sarada enjoyed some part of being a kid
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I am rather curious how Sarada's whole life is going to turn out. With Sasuke being...well...Sasuke. Will he be around? I do like the stories where Kakashi is a big part of her life. This is super cute!
KakaSaku, 600 wordseos_joyDecember 1 2014, 08:10:54 UTC
Sakura’s costume leaves her with entirely too much skin revealed for The Land of Iron, but her ‘cover’ demands tantalization (and a uniform), chill or no chill.
And ‘chilly’ it is: the snow falls, as it has been for days, in thick layers, no less than three feet deep, compact and cold.
Inside, heedless of the wind and weather, is a humming, warm, though mostly-naked, Sakura.
Though the amount of colors and cloths are inversely proportional (that is: lots of color, not so much cloth), what does cover Sakura is tight and strappy. While her ‘privates’ are covered with bright, solid swatches, her back, stomach, legs, arms, and neck are crisscrossed by a colorful and textural array of straps and ties ( leather, silk, cotton). Across the bed waiting to be donned is a long, flowing, diaphanous kimono-like-robe
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Sakura hated the holidays. People rushing to the hospital for every runny nose, sore throat or cough. Not to mention all the ice that even the most experienced shinobi manage to slip on and break, sprain, bust or tear something.
And since, it seems, she is the only personnel at the hospital that wasn't sick, she had to pick up the slack (and used tissues).
So whenever she saw the green and red, it only made her teeth clench, her hands ball in a fist and the urge to punch something pulsed through her body.
So it was a surprise when she walked into her dark apartment to see a mixture of red and green glowing from her living room.
She slowly pulled a kunai from her boot as she tippy toed through her apartment, sensing for any other presence. She stopped at the entrance, her heart thumping loudly in her chest as she stared at the far left corner.
It was a Christmas tree. Small-only standing two feet tall, very straggly looking, with over sized (or maybe regular sized for other more majestic trees) green and red bulbs. Her mind whispered softly
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I am very late to the party, but I wrote something for this prompt so I figured I'd leave a link to the story here. You know, in case anyone wants to read it.
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Kakashi as Santa, tho... amazing
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Will he be around?
I do like the stories where Kakashi is a big part of her life.
This is super cute!
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And ‘chilly’ it is: the snow falls, as it has been for days, in thick layers, no less than three feet deep, compact and cold.
Inside, heedless of the wind and weather, is a humming, warm, though mostly-naked, Sakura.
Though the amount of colors and cloths are inversely proportional (that is: lots of color, not so much cloth), what does cover Sakura is tight and strappy. While her ‘privates’ are covered with bright, solid swatches, her back, stomach, legs, arms, and neck are crisscrossed by a colorful and textural array of straps and ties ( leather, silk, cotton). Across the bed waiting to be donned is a long, flowing, diaphanous kimono-like-robe ( ... )
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Ha ha ha ha! That's my laid back laugh.
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Sakura hated the holidays. People rushing to the hospital for every runny nose, sore throat or cough. Not to mention all the ice that even the most experienced shinobi manage to slip on and break, sprain, bust or tear something.
And since, it seems, she is the only personnel at the hospital that wasn't sick, she had to pick up the slack (and used tissues).
So whenever she saw the green and red, it only made her teeth clench, her hands ball in a fist and the urge to punch something pulsed through her body.
So it was a surprise when she walked into her dark apartment to see a mixture of red and green glowing from her living room.
She slowly pulled a kunai from her boot as she tippy toed through her apartment, sensing for any other presence. She stopped at the entrance, her heart thumping loudly in her chest as she stared at the far left corner.
It was a Christmas tree. Small-only standing two feet tall, very straggly looking, with over sized (or maybe regular sized for other more majestic trees) green and red bulbs. Her mind whispered softly ( ... )
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/2785361/chapters/6251306#main
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