Those Who Like to Plot: Ch1 (Snape/OC) by pe-gret, literature
Literature
Those Who Like to Plot: Ch1 (Snape/OC)
Gemini Volkov was not one to simply sit back and watch another being tortured, although she felt that she had been doing that a lot lately. She watched from behind the bushes as she noticed the so-called Marauders approaching Severus. The problem before her first came to her attention when they were in the Great Hall, the day her 5th school year at Hogwarts ended. The girls around her raised their heads to watch Sirius Black walk right past them to his seat, but instead of doing so, he stopped to encourage James Potter to take the book Severus Snape was reading. After thinking about what she had seen for about a week or so, she realized what
Saga's fingers trembled very slowly as he touched the surface of Tora's mask. Tora had agreed to let him remove it as long as he promised not to run away. Although the warning made Saga wonder whether he should remove the mask or not, he was more curious on what Tora's face looked like.
He was getting nervous, the pit of his stomach hurting while his heart was racing. He felt as if he was getting closer to Tora, just by being able to see such a minimal feature. Saga had never really thought about what it may look like, because his imagination was not that well evolved. All he knew was that he wanted to see it, regardless of its appearance.
In the efforts of keeping himself away from Uruha, he ended up getting closer. He hid his face in shame behind the curtains, hoping he wouldn’t get any closer.
“Kai-chan…why are you avoiding me?” Uruha’s voice was mocking. “Could it be that you like me?”
Kai hid his face deeper behind the curtains as his body tensed up.
“You’re an idiot.” He managed to say, the sounds he made muffled and struggling.
“It wasn’t a no.”
“It wasn’t a yes.”
“But I’ll take it as so.”
And then Uruha was hugging him tightly, purr
"I told you it wasn't worth it." Amano Shinji lit a cigarette and slid it between his lips, shaking his head at his best friend. "Meeting women isn't going to pay the bills, Toto."
"I know it isn't." Akihito answered, biting on his lip and waving at a few girls that hadn't stopped staring at him since Shinji and he had started walking towards their apartment after work. "It doesn't hurt though, does it? Meeting cute girls? You should work where I work. Go out some more."
"We both know that isn't going to happen."
Shinji had gotten used to the idea. For the past twelve years, the only girls who kept him company were female writers, and thei
The atmosphere was thicker than the knot at the back of Yutaka's throat. His eyes stared intently into Kouyou's, whose expression was way more relaxed. He was holding a small pile of magazines with messy pieces of papers sticking out along the edges, that was nothing Yutaka noticed. Yutaka was way too busy staying frozen and believing that he would not be seen if he didn't more a muscle.
"Are you sure you're in the right place?" Kouyou spoke up, now walking over to his desk and setting down his pile of magazines before putting his hands on his hips and looking at Yutaka. Seeing how serene Kouyou's voice sounded, he felt a little more comfort
The day came a few hours after Tora and Saga were having their "date-but-not-really-a-date". Male #5789300, or Hiroto, as Tora had dubbed him, was unlocking the door to the apartment of the man that he was supposed to pretend to be. Tora had given him a list of instructions and a few facts about this man to study so he would be identified as him. In return for the favor, Tora had promised to let Hiroto in his lair and that always seemed nice.
Hiroto had developed and undying trust for Tora because he met him as a child. Hiroto never got to experience the wonderful world that Tora talked about all the time and seemed to miss, so Hiroto was ea
The last day of the first year of junior high could be pretty insignificant to many people, considering that there were still many days to go to get to high school and then get through college. There could be some exceptions, like there could always be, and that exception was once 12-year-old Yutaka Uke.
Second period came on that March morning of 1993, and Yutaka Uke sat silently at the edge of his chair, looking over at the most beautiful girl in the whole school. Her name was Kotoko Takahashi, the one who Yutaka had been fawning over for more than 4 years now. That March morning would be the day that he would be confessing his love for
"I'm back, Saga."
No response.
"Saga?" Tora looked around the house, wondering if Saga had gotten curious enough to start looking for something that would interest him more than painting. Saga was a very curious mind in Tora's eyes. There was so much potential in him, even just by looking him in the eyes it was obvious. Hearing his melodious voice. It was just that simple.
Tora ended his search quickly back in Saga's new room, thinking that if there had been no response, then Saga was probably bored or asleep. At the sight of seeing Saga covered in red, Tora panicked, his eyes widening quickly. But as he got closer to Saga, he noticed that