Lady-Sakura

It had been two years since they had made the agreement.  The agreement to have Kakashi rejoin their lives.  And Sakura had to admit, he had kept his word. Not once had she seen him drinking.  Never had she seen a bottle of anything remotely alcoholic in his apartment.  Never smelt  liquor  on his person. And he was great with Kisa.  They had started off  slowly at first with the visits.   Keeping things to an hour on Saturdays, then twice a week.  Soon, they were spending most of their time together.  Kakashi had even spent the night a few times in the last six months.   It felt like they were a family again. Sakura had to admit that she

London 1856 Sakura hated England.  The smell of the country was enough to turn even the strongest stomach.  The air was so thick with coal smoke, she could barely breathe.  The way people tortured themselves with their clothing was shameful.  And the noise!  She had been to busy villages in Japan before, but the noise in England was deafening!   She had been there six months already, and found very few things to report back to her emperor that was anything positive.  The food was terrible - there were barely any vegetables to eat, and all of the meat was overcooked and fa