CARNIVOROUS HUNGER [r]

[KAORU SATORU]

I THOUGHT I HAD MY GIRL BUT SHE RAN AWAY,
my car got stolen and i'm gonna be late

Everything was dark with the exception of a faint line Satoru could trace into womanly curves, the only illumination provided through the thin cracks of the door that confined him from escape for another six minutes. Six minutes seemed like hours at this point as the lady that rested on his lap began to frantically pull at his clothing as if this were the last six minutes she’d ever get. Counting off garbled seconds in his head, the brunette only blinked when the number went down to five minutes, hands creeping up the length of her waist which caused her audible breathing to quicken. Feeling fingers with perfectly curved nails dig into his neck and cheek only made the boy wonder how he’d look when he’d be released from this suffocating room. It was filled with nothing but the scents of cheap perfume and hot breath. It contained nothing but raw, animalistic lust. A tie strewn there, a couple of buttons loosened here, the delicate taste of skin in-between.

One corner of Satoru’s mouth curled into a half smirk as his hands folded behind her neck, pulling the nameless shadow of a woman closer. His brain was nothing but a fuzzy mess as he could just barely hear himself whispering sweet nothing’s into the woman’s ear, and as she nipped at his neck it slowly turned into a repeating chant of “you’re beautiful”, which was nothing more than a pretty lie. She wasn’t ugly, he’d seen that before she designated him to this god forsaken closet but she was far from ‘beautiful’. Either way, as his tongue began to trail in unknown regions, fingers exploring the curvature of her back, he couldn’t help but feel some sort of satisfaction in it all. Girl’s were such fragile things.

“S-Satoru-kun. I love you, I love you so much.” the woman mumbled between airy breathing, leaning in for a kiss that the host could not turn down. When she pulled away he could just barely see the glimmer of her hazel colored orbs, glinting for a reply. Yearning for the words that he was told to use far too often for it to be real.

“I love you too.” they slid off his tongue like bricks as he pulled the woman close, resting her cheek against his shoulder as if to block from any more intimate touching. His fingers played around in her hair as he let his own cheek fall upon the top of her hair. She smelled nice he supposed, cheap perfume was better than no perfume. “You’re special.” the words echoed within the dark space of the Tengoku’s closet.

Three minutes left. He’d lost count at this point; it was just a light-headed assumption.

“You’re not like the others, you’re special.” a gear in the brunettes head began to turn as he tried to reach for her name. What was her goddamned name again? “Hiromi-chan.” Ah. That was it, Satoru smiled feeling relief wash over.

“I love you Satoru-kun, you make me feel young again. You don’t treat me like he does, you care about me.”

Hah? Care? Satoru was bemused at this thought, rolling his head to the other side now, golden cat-like orbs blinking elsewhere. His breathing had grown shallower; he was discomforted by the little space they had to move around in. He was claustrophobic truth be told, but he did his best to try and answer seriously.

“I care about you a lot.” he lied through his teeth, struggling not to inject a bit of sarcasm into the comment.

Two minutes and counting.

“Don’t ever leave me.” the stiff angles of her words indicated tears, and Satoru couldn’t help but want to laugh. Was she crying now? Really, he’d never understand these lonely-souled creatures. Even he wasn’t brought down to this level of pitiable garbage. But to continue with the act he only tightened his grip around the woman, petting her head as if she were a child. This reassuring motion usually calmed down most of his clients.

“I’ll always be here at the host club; I’m not leaving any time soon.” that much was at least the truth.

One minute.

Suddenly the closet door swung open and two security gaurds reached in, prying the eighteen year old and the woman out of the prison of ‘love’. Guess he had counted wrong. Scowling the boy swiped at the gaurds hands, readjusting the collar of his shirt which was quite rustled up.

“Thanks for the delicate shove boys. Didn’t your boss ever tell you to treat the merchandise with tender loving care?” Satoru offered up dryly, rolling his eyes. It’s not as if they were really doing much, he knew they were around to break up those overly rowdy moments in the closet once time was up, but really? As if he’d get to that point with any of his… clients. He gave a side glance to the woman who was still in the hands of one of the gaurds who was to escort her out. He flashed a half-smile before taking his leave, much too tired to really bother with anything more than that.

She’d just be back tomorrow again.

“Augh, well isn’t this a pleasant sight.” the brunette slowed so he could catch a glimpse in one of the club’s mirrors, scowling at the sight of several red scratch marks down the length of his cheek to the mid section of his neck. Ruffling his hair back to some type of normality, he’d lost his tie in the battle but it didn’t really matter. His shift would be over soon, the eighteen year old just needed to bum around for awhile. Scanning the club for a place his golden orbs locked on a familiar face and with a pleasant smirk he made his way over without hesitation.

“Good evening ladies.” the brunette tilted his head to the side, sliding into the booth where Tsuyuki was currently working with a client. Flashing a warm smile towards his co-worker, Satoru tugged at his already open collar, reaching out for the glass of water that sat on Tsuyuki’s side of the table, taking a sip nonchalantly.

“I don’t suppose I could squeeze in here?” by the looks of the woman accompanying his fellow host, Satoru didn’t really wait for reply as he noticed the elder boy’s sketchpad.

“Still drawing your anime porn Tsu-ppe? Aw. How endearing.”

Tsuyuki had joined recently, and you couldn't say Satoru knew the kid all too well... or at all actually. He only remembered the boy's name at this point from when he was introduced to the whole club.

notes: sorry it took awhile to get it up but it's done xD

[Tsuyuki Sarang]

Another day at the host club..err..rather it was night. That’s when business really picked up at the infamous club Tengoku de 7min. Surely you’re familiar with Tengoku de 7 min’s customs. You’re not? Well, lucky you. What happens is that periodically they have this event at the host club. You’re probably aware of this game when you were little, ‘Seven Minutes in Heaven’. It was kind of like an award for the frequenting customers. For the chosen customer, they got seven minutes of time with their designated host in a closet. Tsuyuki had always been very wary when the time of the game came around, however he wasn’t really sure if he should have been relieved or still on edge when he found that his co-worker--Kaoru Satoru--had been chosen.

Ah why would that make him on edge if he wasn’t the one chosen but rather this particular male? Well, for one it made him feel a little awkward that his ex-crush, yes just ‘ex’ crush, had gone in the closet to be macked up on by one of the more elder clients (that is, elder compared to some of the usually teenage or early 20-something year old customers). But it’s not like he had a crush on him still! It’s just strange that he should have arrived at the same host club as someone he knew that he just happened to have had a crush on in his past. Well, what made the situation slightly more awkward was that the brunette didn’t even remember that he had liked him in the past, which he would rather keep as it is. He didn’t want for an even more awkward moment at work. If he could describe his own feelings, the black haired male would rather say that he was worried for Kaoru, seeing as he was only in high school. He was in a way very ‘big brother’-like since he seemed to like to look out for other people.

He had a bit of a mature yet oblivious way about him. Rather than his oblivious side, he tried to show off his more mature and mysterious side (playing off his mysterious looks rather than personality, anyway) at the host club. He knew there were certain things he could do outside the host club that would risk possibly some customers inside the host club--such as his klutzy side that could make him trip over nothing. He had sharp facial features and a ‘controlled messy’ kind of hairstyle. He tended to look good in mostly suits and kimonos--depending if he wanted to look more business-y or more traditional Japanese. Either way, the girls ate those kinds of fan service up so he tried to just dress similarly to the other hosts. Although he needed the income, he didn’t want to become a dress up doll for the host club. However, he found there to be an advantage in being himself when he drew pictures--so long as he was conscious of speaking to the customers while drawing.

At a point a while ago, he was having difficulty remembering his customers’ names. He had a dip in popularity from there and was almost fired early. Since he really needed that, he was going to sacrifice what he thought was the dorky part of him in exchange for remembering the girls’ names. He thought that maybe he would at least keep some customers since he would remember their names better. In actuality, his drawing talent actually increased his clients. He drew realistically in the clubs and often gave away his pictures to the client once he finished. He could remember any name once he drew and labeled his pictures. It effectively added a ‘mysterious mature artist’ edge, he supposed…Although that was a rather long title. He liked to think of it as making himself a little cool.

However, there was one person that would probably beg to differ and he wasn’t afraid to voice that. And that person was the one person whose name he never forgot despite never drawing him. That was Kaoru Satoru. Ah, here he comes now from after his seven minutes in heaven. His fierce looking ashy eyes looked up to Kaoru’s bright golden ones after hearing Kaoru’s familiar voice. He softened his gaze for a flicker of a moment at seeing the red scratch marks on Kaoru’s cheek and the state of Kaoru’s clothes but it was only for a flicker as he quickly regained his composure. He didn’t want to lose his composure so easily in front of the girls and made sure to increase his wariness while at the host club. It was especially important since it seems that Kaoru was no different than he was when he first met Kaoru in middle school--still loving to tease Tsuyuki whenever he felt like it.

“Not at all, Kaoru-san. Feel free to sit with us, it’d be quite boring for the ladies if they only had me for entertainment,” he jested. Some of the girls had remarks such as ‘not at all Tsuyuki-kun!’ or ‘We love both of you <3’ or something of that nature. He tried to keep a bit of professionalism and he was glad that he gave something that sounded remotely calm. He carefully watched as Kaoru took his own seat even without Tsuyuki offering. In a way, he wanted to draw Kaoru, simply watching the brunette take a sip of his drink. Even if the brunette didn’t realize, Tsuyuki could see the simple graceful moment of those proportionate hands. Tsuyuki really liked beautiful things and in his opinion, Kaoru was one of those beautiful things. A proportionate but slightly child-faced facial appearance. Bright gold eyes, like golden jewels. He even found the chestnut brown shade of Kaoru’s messy brown hair something to be beautiful…He sighed inwardly. His artist persona was taking control again, taking notice of weird things that other people wouldn’t notice. He found his artist persona to be rather dorky if anyone was able to realize that side of him. He seriously sounded like some kind of creeper, worrying him further.

On the inside, he was a bit worried with how to balance out Kaoru and the girls while still remaining how the girls saw him. He felt like he was starting to fix his attention on Kaoru, a bit of a habit of his. It made him hold his sketch pad a little closer to himself, almost like a safe zone to be held within range of the ebony haired boy. He tensed a bit when he heard that snide remark about his manga and anime pictures again. He tried to seem cool as he brushed some strands of black from his face. “Porn? I wouldn’t call it something so vulgar. Especially not in front of the ladies, don’t you think Kaoru-san? Besides, there’s nothing wrong with drawing pictures of the ladies if it pleases them.” He hoped that sounded a little bit mature but it was all just for the host club. He kept a calm face on the outside while inwardly being tossed around. After all..

What was he to do? Among the overwhelming scents of cheap perfume and the annoying chatter of girls making flirtatious comments toward their hosts, there was only one person that Tsuyuki was aware of. That infamous host, tricky and sly. One of those people that you must be wary for, like when you play with fire. That cunning Kaoru Satoru.