~Biology with a Kiss of Mackerel~

Basic Biology 101—read the title of the textbook as her nose buries deeper into the fine-print and eyes flicker throughout the words, to the pictures of the muscular diagrams.

It's a Friday night, and as usual her plans involve: biology books, Chinese take-out, nuke-warm coffee, and a laptop on word documents, silence along with a comfortable blanket. It's her ideal and frequent Friday night—when she isn't working.

Solemnly her eyes flicker towards the end table—7:30 PM—the clock glares into her orbs. "Only 7:30, huh?" the student sighs, hand reaching for the pale-pink mug sitting next to the cube-shaped clock. "I guess everyone's out," she concludes since the apartment is silent—it's never this quiet when everyone's home.

Her eyes narrow for the chilling bitter taste of the aged coffee—it wasn't remotely to her cheap-liking which means: it's time to brew a new pot.

Swiftly she climbs off the couch, shuffles towards the tiny kitchen with the blanket tightly wrapped around her frame.

The coffee grinds trickle into the filter as she hums in delight—a silent click comes from the pot before she flicks the brew-button and the machine begins to growl.

A content smile appears on her lips as she looks down to the brown liquid filling the empty pot—"Perfect," her thoughts sing.

Suddenly her peaceful harmony ends once the front-door opens and closes. "Gou-chan! Gou-chan!"—the red-head growls for her room-mates voices as they sync together—both women must've gotten off early.

"What're you two doing home?" she blankly asks without budging from her spot.

The book-worms eyes settle on the sandy-blondes motion as she tosses her jacket onto the hook, hair pulled back into a high-bun while the creamy caprice cling to her form. "Mrs. Fukuo let us go early!" she squeals.

"I see that," Gou says—the two women walk into the living room and sigh for the sight of the red-heads beloved biology books.

"Why don't you go out?"—Kou rolls her eyes—they always try to get her to go out on the "town". What's the use? It wouldn't help her with her future and she's worked way too damn hard to get to her ranking in her class. A night out on the town could mean: a loss of hard-work.

"Yeah, Chi-chan is totally right!" a bright cheering notion echoes the apartment.

Her room-mates—Kencho Hana and Chigusa Hanamura.

Kou and Chigusa have been friends since high-school, but despite her overly cheerful attitude that occurs more often, you'd never expect such a woman to be studying law. Indeed, the average-height, long sandy-blonde locked beauty wants to be a lawyer—not any kind of lawyer but a Supreme Court attorney.

Then there's Hana—they only met in their first-year of University, thanks to the random selection of room-mates in the dorms around campus. Kou always thought Hana was too much work since she's constantly out partying and with friends—it's just a lifestyle Kou couldn't handle. Aside from Hana's lilac hair, maroon eyes, tall, dark complexion and party loving attitude—she's studying to become an engineer and is known for her high passing grades.

"I honestly don't understand what's so great about partying," Kou grumps—tugging the blanket over her head like a hood she narrows her eyes at her room-mates. "You get drunk (ending with a nasty hangover), have sex with random strangers (which can lead to sexually transmitted diseases or pregnancy), wear skimpy clothing and get all sweat on the dancefloor (leading to illness or male targeting), and in all it can harm your grades."

Chigusa sigh in defeat—knowing if she said a word it wouldn't change Kou's mind—nothing ever did. For woman who wants to become the next big Supreme attorney, she couldn't change the red-heads opinion or reasoning—she's tried for many years.

"Not all parties are like that," Hana steps forward with a flick of the wrist. "Actually, to go out on the town, you don't need to party per-say."

"I know with you two, it's only going to be that," Kou elegantly flicks the coffee-machine off and pours a fresh cup. "And I don't necessarily wish to be dragged into that "night-life" fun. Besides, I'm content with my biology books, coffee, Chinese and homework assignments."

Both room-mates sigh exhaustingly—there's no way to change her mind. She's been like this ever since—he happened— Seijuro Mikoshiba.

Kou and Seijuro dated for many years, up until she was about to graduate high-school. Everyone thought they would last longer than that, but it turned out Seijuro began to have feelings for a girl in his English class. Kou, being the type to put her feelings on the back-burning, she set him free.

Since that day, Kou has been in this funk.

Chi tenses for a second and looks towards her bag—a tiny edge of paper sticks from the pocket, an idea comes to mind. "Kou, I know the perfect place for us to go tonight."

"I'm not going to a male strip club again," Kou rebuts blowing the steam from her coffee, "Magic Mike's enough for me."

Chi giggles with a blush—she can still recall the handsome men from the strip-club, especially the main stripper. "No, it's more—refine," Chi is cautious with her words.

"Why should I go?" the red-head grunts.

"If you do, we will stop hounding you to go out," Hana suddenly chirps—instantly the red-headed bookworm agrees.

.

.

Mackerel ~ Biology

.

.

A cold sweat trickles down her spine—Kou didn't understand how two women like Chigusa and Hana managed to get her here. She's starting to re-think their agreement to live with them, especially if they could manipulate her to come to such an establishment.

When Hana made their little bet, she never expected this. The sad thing is… Hana and Chigusa choose this place because they had coupons.

"I'm disturbed," the red-head looks at the two woman in awe over the bright lights and well-groomed flower garden outside the house like building—they haven't even went inside yet, and they're acting like a bunch of idiots.

Kou takes a deep breath—she needs to remain calm, but the sparkle in their eyes was picking at her calm mind-frame, because they look like the dazed girls clumsily leaving the business.

"Explain: how you got those coupons," Kou whines as a group of women with hearts in their eyes and squeals in their throats walk passed her.

She waits for her room-mates to explain but they're far off in dream-land—the ignorance drove a tick-mark onto the science-lovers forehead.

"How'd you get coupons for a damn Host Club?!" Kou finally snaps—both Hana and Chigusa are knocked from their trance, and look over to the furious red-head.

"Oh," Chi sings with innocence while her eyes stick to the fancy illuminated sign reading: "Secret Siren,"—the name was rather… suited for a Host Club since the men inside were only out to empty women's pockets just sirens dragging innocent sailors to their death.

"I got mine from a guy in my English course…" Chigusa trails with her mind thinking about the male-student who gave her the coupon. "I think his name started with a W… er—Wakato? No—"

"Does it matter?!" Kou snaps—she just wants to get this over with so she can go home to her precious books and aged-coffee, waiting for Chi to think about the mysterious Host–Club-loving-male would only make her sit in these clothes longer than she wants.

"No, not really," Chi grins, "but he was super-hot."

Kou groans—she couldn't care less for boys—she needed to be focus on her studies. Not to mention, the last time she took interest in a boy her heart was broken into tiny pieces.

"Time to go in," Hana squeals, rolling up her sleeves she pushes Kou into the Host Club.

.

.

Ice covers the black door—mocking him slightly for its difficult antics. His large hand rests on the frozen silver handle—he jiggles the knob, but nothing—a swift kick: still nothing.

The silent host felt like giving up and taking a nap or jumping into the fish-tank in the front of the club—it would piss his manager off but it would be worth it (he thinks).

"I think you've been ordered—, "one of his co-workers try.

He looks over with a raise brow—instantly making the male silent as he look towards the door from behind the illuminated bar covered with fake coral-reefs and blue water effect lights to fit the theme. Once the bartender notices the host's issue with the freezer door he sighs in amusement.

"I got it", the tender waves.

The host steps back slightly as the other male stalks closer with a pot of hot-water. "It's frozen again?" another voice enters the room—the host looks over to see his co-worker/best-friend.

"Yeah, I keep telling the manager that she needs to get someone in here to fix the thermostat but she says: we don't have the fund for a repair man," the bartender replies as he opens the door—he looks over to the quiet host and waves inside. "Make sure your quick in there, you wouldn't want to keep your guest waiting."

.

.

She wearily pouts as her eyes linger around the club—women fondling over cliché prince-charming, one's that can woo a pretty penny out of a purse/wallet.

After entering the "Host Club", the hostess directed Hana and Chigusa to single tables—apparently their coupons were for private sessions with a host of their choosing.

Thankfully (not so much) Hana had an extra-coupon to use on Kou, but the red-head was lost to who to choose. At first she thought the host: Razor Jaw would be a good pick, but then the hostess told her that particular host wasn't available—leaving Kou one option: complete trump-card.

Now she waits for the hostess pick—The Voiceless Prince, she called him—or so Kou thought.

"Voiceless, huh?" the nerd thought with her eyes on Hana's long awaited choose—King Zeus—that's what she thinks Hana called him. It seems this host wasn't exactly… the ruler of the sea, since "Poseidon" was replaced by Zeus.

Either way it doesn't matter—she couldn't care less for the hosts name, he wasn't her pick—but from the distanc3e Kou can make-out his broad-back, covered in a fine suit of violet. By the sway of his navy-hair Hana blushes madly—Kou groans for the sight. When did her room-mate become… so… easy?

"King Zeus" sits down with a brisk smile while cleaning his glasses; by the cheesy giggle that can barely be heard, Kou figured the host had said a cheesy pick-up line. Probably something on the lines of: "You are the most breath-taking spark of all"—puny for his host-name, but complete garbage.

A loud gasp comes from behind Kou—she looks over to see Chigusa conversing with her host: "Sirens Enchanting Touch."

When reading the name the red-head though he'd be some cutesy guy who loved sweets, but no.

"Siren's Enchanting Touch" is a rather tall, muscular, gentle-face made with a soft-tone. Just by his aura Kou could tell he's more of a motherly man.

"If that's: The Enchanting Siren's Touch… I wonder what "Voiceless Prince" is like…" she sighs blankly; Kou wouldn't give a shit if he was a walking dolphin—as long as the "meeting" is quick and painless.

Her gaze snaps once a presence presses against her back—the enchanting scent of the host lingering in her nose: salty, mysterious and… completely erotic. "You must be my long lost Ariel," he whispers into her ear.

"My long lost love"—the husky voice whispers in her ear, sending a crawling chill down her spin but mostly a dull glimmer in her eyes for that… voice.

The squeak of the seat echoes her inner-demon away—she doesn't bother to give him a wavering glancing because her mind is set… on school.

The barriers built by her broken-heart were going to hold back all those devilish men… who were nothing but hungry wolves who wanted nothing but—her pure, tattered heart and innocent mind-frame.

She doesn't want to hurt again—anymore.

"So, a girl with no intention to be flattered," the host tenses for the voice—both seated parties look over to see a somewhat short male—blonde—magenta eyes and a baby-face. "Seems like your type of woman."

"Type of woman..." the red-head bits her lip. "You're something…. Special"—the voice lingers in her head.

"Something special, huh?" she sadly thinks whilst the blonde host continues to speak—completely ignored by the red-head.

The Prince looks over his guest completely captured by her ghostly look—usually his guest would be fondling over him and whispering flirtatious things in his ear, even ordering a cheap drink—but this one is different.

"Nagi-chan~" a cheerful voice squeals—instantly the blonde host turns to his guest and scurries off with a large smile.

Kou's silent as she closes her eyes and leans against the table—she really wants to go home.

"Listen," she says as her eyes drift from the wooden table-top and up the ruffled dress-shirt of the host—buttons perk to the sides with the fabric as she see more of his form. Once her crimson eyes land on hills of brown-sugar skin her cheeks become flushed. "I-I—, "her voice cracks as a spark lights in her eyes for the lose necktie dangling from his long neck. When his strong-jaw, lush lips and long raven hair that travels down his endless night. She shakes away her blush and looks him in the eye only to tense in place—blue—two amazing eyes of blue were staring at her like tidal-pools. "I'm not here to become one of your customers—trust me I'm not interested in hearing your pathetic bull-shit you use to get my money. I was dragged her by my room-mates to have "fun"—to be honest I'd rather be at home—"

His eyes light-up with amusement for her antic's—the vixen narrows her eyes on the host, his lips curl-upward.

"…She's interesting," the host thoughts ring while a charming laughter bubbles from his throat—this is the first time he's actually truly laughed with a guest—the other's like the Enchanting Touch knew the difference.

Kou narrows her eyes but tenses when she feels people staring at the laughing Prince—she looks over to Hana and her host to see them both gawking towards her table; turning around she notices the same reaction to Chigusa and her host—everyone seems shocked.

As the hosts laughter fades be notices the silence of the club—he wipes the tears in his eyes as he looks at the woman across the table, but once he notices the surprised look on the Enchanting Touches face he becomes stern and erases his expression.

"What would you like to drink?" he blankly asks—Kou tenses for the similar tone she holds with others.

"What's your favorite drink, Voiceless Prince?" the nerd questions whilst moving her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "I'm guessing for a Prince you would drink something rather….expensive or strong"—the host tenses for her thoughts.

"Strong," the host simply answers.

Kou sighs heavily as she thinks her answer over—the red-head can handle her alcohol like a pro, but too much would make her blab like a dog; could she take the risk with him?

Her eyes meet with the strange host—he's an utter stranger to her—there wasn't any chance they would see each other if she never came back to the club.

"The strongest bottle of alcohol it'll be then, Voiceless Prince."

.

.

Hey everyone, this is the first idea!

Review "Biology with a kiss of Mackerel" if this is your favorite.