Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
The first flower blooms during the night. It is red and white and Sakura squeals, bouncing up and down as she whoops for joy.
Akiko-sama smiles at her from the chair Sakura brought up for her. The older woman, she knows, is always happy when Sakura gifts her with what looks like childlike innocence.
"Look! Akiko-sama! Soon, they will bloom all over the rooftop and it will all be beautiful!" Sakura grins brightly, tucking a strand of untucked wavy hair back into the headscarf she wears when working in the garden.
Her first mother always said to never work the fields unless you are ready to become part of the fields yourself. "That," She would say, sipping on cider, "Is when the true magic begins to unfold."
"I know little flower girl. Our garden shall be one of the best." Akiko-sama hums in her gentle, serene voice, rubbing ointment into her thighs.
Sakura makes sure to grin brightly before turning around, a savage mockery of bitterness coming to her lips.
What Akiko-sama has forgotten, is that when flowers bloom, bees often love to swing by.
Not to mention the wasps that seem to love the sweet scent of…coupling (She still doesn't know what fucking means so she'll use that word instead—like the Okiya Mother advised).
And Sakura knows that the women hate the exhibitionism-thing.
Maybe the men will learn from harsh reminders.
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