Club 7

Summary: Club 7 is a host club with seven of Tokyo's most desired bachelors. And somehow, their numbers now include Gokudera? Collab fic with Akai-Pyon

A/N:

Akai: So, I wrote this chapter. Well, we kinda both did. *hugs Mittens* We haven't decided on pairings yet, and this story will circle around more than just Gokudera.

Mittens: :D We hope you like it!

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This Is Why You Don't Insult a Stupid Cow

All that could be heard in the library was the soft whisper of pages being turned and the scratching of pens on paper, or keyboards clacking as the college students continued to cram for their final exams. Summer was just around the corner, but for those at Tokyo U, they had no time to think about the vacation. Not with their most important exams in just three days.

A male sat in one of the desks near the window, a stack of thick books next to him. His glasses were perched on his nose, half-framed, and he leaned back with an exhausted sigh, the pen in his left hand threatening to slip out from between his fingers as he closed his eyes. He wanted a smoke, so badly, but he had to study. He was double-majoring in Physics and Chemistry, both very challenging courses, and if he wanted to study abroad in America next year, especially if he wanted to do it at Yale, he had to study hard and pass with flying colors.

"Gokudera-kun," a whisper pierced through the silence and he sat up, turning around so his torso was turned towards the direction of the noise.

"Shoichi," Gokudera ran a hand through his chin-length silver hair, tucking his pen behind his left ear as he did so. It rested comfortably on top of two piercings in his cartilage. He had several in his right ear as well. Gokudera was a very well-accessorized person. The setting sun outside the window glinted off the rings on his slender pianist fingers, reflecting from the silver necklaces around his neck, necklaces that rested on a skin tight dark red long sleeved shirt and a black suede vest.

Irie Shoichi sat down underneath the window sill, behind Gokudera's chair and placed a pile of books equal in size to Gokudera's next to him. He let out a big sigh and then grimaced, one hand going to his stomach. "Ow," he muttered and Gokudera rolled his eyes. His friend always got stomach aches when he got nervous.

"What's up?" Gokudera asked as he turned back to his notebook, pushing his glasses further up his nose as he pulled his pen out of his hair and continued writing notes.

Irie was silent before he spoke, ducking his head so that the reflection from his glasses covered his eyes as he said quickly, "I think we should relax tonight. Have some fun, drink a little beer."

Gokudera's pen stopped briefly before it continued. "Shoichi, you know you can't hold your alcohol," he replied, his voice strained. "And besides, exams are in three days. Or have you forgotten?"

"I know, I know," Irie sighed, pulling a book off his pile and looking at it listlessly. "But…I finally got us reservations at Club 7…"

This was where Gokudera's pen stopped and a soft crackling could be heard as the silverette's grip tightened on the writing utensil. His voice was carefully restrained as he turned around slowly. Irie hid behind his book. "Club...7?" he growled as Irie nodded frantically. Suddenly, his face went blank. One night of relaxation wouldn't hurt too much. And besides, Club 7 was one of those notorious places that everybody wanted to get into. "Fine," he exhaled sharply, knowing he was probably going to regret this later.

Irie's eyes lit up but Gokudera continued to speak. "On one condition: if we see anybody, anybody, from our classes there, we are leaving immediately."

"Awesome!" Irie cried as he scooped up his books and scurried away, shouting over his shoulder, "Then I'll see you at eight!" He flinched when people cast him angry glares and hurried down the stairs. From the yelp that echoed up the stairwell, Gokudera guessed the redhead had tripped. Grumbling, he stared down at his notes and realized he could no longer focus. Muttering curses and obscene things about his sexuality and Irie's mother, the silverette returned his books and headed back to his dorm, his backpack slung over one shoulder.

Club 7.

He had only seen it twice, because it was in downtown Tokyo. But he had seen it recently, having had a need to buy a winter coat in Shibuya. He had passed it on the way and had stopped to admire it.

The outside was simple: black, with big, fancy letters that declared it to be Club 7. Underneath the name was a screen that showcased the faces of all the hosts. Yamamoto Takeshi, the club's current "face", who had in the last month, raked in over seven hundred thousand yen. He was also pretty expensive, worth about five thousand yen per half hour per person.

He was followed by the blond haired Giotto, a beauty with his spiky hair and his pale blue eyes. His smile was always ready and his laugh contagious. He had brought in six hundred eighty-seven thousand yen for the club in the last month.

Rokudo Mukuro was in third. He was a flirt, but he knew how to make a woman feel beautiful and comfortable in his presence. He was alluring, seductive, with his heterochromatic eyes and sly smile, his navy blue hair styled to look like a pineapple. He had brought in six hundred twenty-three thousand yen, according to the screen.

Then there was the mysterious G, with his, obviously dyed, cherry-red hair and piercing dark red eyes and the black tattoo that snaked its way down his cheek and into the recesses of his shirt. G, rumored to be Giotto's secret lover. A rumor that had gone unproved, but it always made him popular. Last time Gokudera checked, G was in fourth, with just over six hundred thousand yen.

Following G, in fifth place, was Hibari Kyouya. Silent, stoic, but always polite and protective of his guests, Hibari was also intimidating. Nonetheless, he was an interesting man, because of the way he always appeared indifferent. It was many a woman's goal to see him surprised, shocked, or even embarrassed. He had had five hundred ninety-two thousand yen.

Then came Byakuran, the white-haired tattooed man with a soft voice but a firm demeanor. His eyes spoke of a passion beyond his light laugh, his always humorous jokes. His eyes spoke of dangers, warning those who dared to tread on those dangerous waters. But he also invited you in to explore those waters. He had still managed to rake in five hundred fifty thousand yen.

In last place, was Lambo Bovino, the youngest host by about two years of age. He was even younger than Gokudera, who was twenty-one. He was new, but he was determined to be rather cute by the ladies, for his awkwardness with the women made him charming. The way his dark puffy hair covered one of his eyes was supposedly alluring. Despite being the youngest, the most naïve, he had still managed a hefty four hundred ninety-three thousand yen.

As Gokudera opened his dorm, he noticed that his roommate, Sasagawa Ryohei, the annoying boxer who always snored, was not there. Probably out training or something. Good, if he tired himself out, Gokudera wouldn't have to shout at him to go to sleep. He had already received complaints from all the way down the hall about their noise level at three in the morning.

It wasn't like he could help it. Sasagawa was naturally loud, and in order for the boxer to hear anything being said to him, Gokudera had to shout it.

Suddenly, one of their neighbors, the blond haired Ken, burst into Gokudera's room. He had a packet of chips, blueberry flavored, by the looks of it, clutched in his left hand as he waved a note rapidly in his right. "Do you know where Chikusa is?" the blond demanded as Gokudera rolled over, a bored expression on his face.

"No," he said and Ken tore down the hall, wailing about how he was never going to find his roommate, and therefore he wasn't going to be able to study for finals and he was going to fail and yadda yadda yadda.

Gokudera sighed. He still had two hours to go before he was scheduled to be meet his friend and his mind wouldn't calm down. Truth be told, he was just a little bit excited.

Ever since middle school, Gokudera had known he was just a little bit different than the rest of those in his gender group.

He often found himself attracted to both men and women.

2 hours later

Gokudera looked at himself in the mirror, feeling just a tad bit ridiculous as he sighed sharply, sticking his hands in the pockets of his slacks. He had chosen to go for a semi-formal look, wearing a loose tie and a white Oxford shirt. He purposely left the bottom two buttons undone and was just spraying on his cologne and finishing his cigarette when Irie knocked on his door.

Irie was dressed nicely as well, although his look was more relaxed than Gokudera's. A simple red T-shirt and jeans, actually. Gokudera rolled his eyes as Irie laughed nervously. "I don't have any good formal clothes," he replied, smiling slightly.

"Whatever. Let's just get going," Gokudera muttered.

The subway ride into downtown Tokyo seemed faster than normal and soon, Irie was showing their reservation slips to the bouncer and they were allowed inside. Gokudera noticed that Yamamoto was still the most popular, but Hibari had managed to overtake G for the fourth place position. When they got inside, there was still a line in front of the receptionist's desk, as people filled in who they wanted as their host. Gokudera was relieved to see that he and Irie weren't the only guys in the line. In fact there were quite a few guys.

The inside of the club was a lot more intricate and elaborate than the simple outside. The club was divided into seven sections, each section a different color. Yamamoto's was the largest, with three small tables and a design that reminded Gokudera of the ocean.

Giotto's was orange, a subtle mixture of light and dark colors. Gokudera could just catch a glimpse of the blond spiky hair as his laughter reached Gokudera's ears.

Mukuro's section was a dark indigo and there was a fog machine going. Dance music pumped out of his section and Gokudera thought he could see the bluenette rubbing up against a pole.

Hibari's section was decked out in purple, and he seemed to be enjoying a quiet cup of tea with three guests, even allowing one of them to snuggle up close to him. His face had gotten a little friendlier but he was still rather intimidating.

G's section was black. Gokudera assumed it was because if his section was done the same color as his hair, G would be rather invisible. The man was smiling, holding up a glass of what appeared to be dark red wine, before he sipped from it.

The other two were around the corner and it wasn't until the line shortened that Gokudera saw Byakuran's snow-white corner, a comfortable little fire going on the middle of the marble counter top, as the white haired man roasted marshmallows and cuddled up with his guests.

Lambo's section was the quietest, with only two girls there. Lambo, though, seemed to be enjoying his time. It was the most secluded corner, and it was just slightly smaller than G's.

Finally, it was their turn.

The receptionist was a pretty brunette, with large brown eyes and a cute blush when he saw the two men. "Good evening, my name is Sawada Tsunayoshi. I'm the receptionist here, so you just tell me who you want to be your host and if you ever want to switch, you just come tell me. If you're new, the way we work is still pretty simple. Here's a pamphlet with our rules and regulations. If you break any of them, we have the right to throw you out." He said with a small smile. Irie nodded. "Just so you know, Yamamoto-san, of course, is still our most popular. But his waiting list is about two hours."

"I want Lambo." Gokudera grimaced. There was no wait line, the corner was the most secluded. He could get in and out in under an hour. Irie flushed before muttering his answer.

"B-Byakuran…" he said weakly.

"What are your names?" Tsuna asked, holding a laser engraver in his hands as he pulled out two blank name tags.

"Gokudera," the silverette answered, shifting from foot to foot awkwardly.

"Irie," the redhead answered.

Tsuna nodded and soon, Gokudera was given leave to go to Lambo's corner, while Irie was told he had a ten minute wait before Byakuran had any room.

"Hmm, what is this? A man?" Lambo looked up as one of the girls giggled and left, her hand lingering on his shoulder before brushing past Gokudera, her eyes looking him up and down with another giggle.

Gokudera sat as far away from Lambo as was possible in the corner, watching the black haired host smirk. It was silent for a while before Lambo spoke. "You're not very interesting, are you?" he drawled, leaning back in his seat.

Gokudera looked up, his eyes flashing. "What's it to you, cow?" he growled.

Lambo narrowed his eyes. "Cow? At least I'm not an octopus."

"What…was…that?" Gokudera's voice was strained. Their corner was secluded enough that nobody saw him ball his hands up into fists.

"Did I stutter?" Lambo smirked arrogantly and something inside Gokudera snapped.

"You stupid cow!" Gokudera shouted.

"Octopus!" Lambo shot back.

Their shouts carried to the other sections, and Tsuna looked over, whispering to his manager, "Shouldn't we stop them?"

The manager, and owner, a tall, thin, fedora-wearing, curly side-burn bearing man, smirked. "No, it's fine. I want to see how this ends anyway."

Tsuna sighed. Lambo had never really been in a good light in Reborn's heart, mainly because the young host always cried and never listened to what the others told him to do.

Finally, Lambo dashed past the desk, tears forming a river behind him as he ran outside. "I'm never coming back!" he shouted. "You guys never treat me right!" He continued to bawl as he ran out the door and into a parked taxi. He managed to get back up however, and sniffled, casting an angry look behind him before heading down the street.

"Well, according to the debt that I had, I only had to hire Lambo and not fire him. He technically quit on his own free will so, we need a new host. And I have a good candidate." Reborn's eyes flashed and Tsuna shuddered slightly.

Reborn continued to smile as he approached Gokudera. The silverette was still in Lambo's corner, his face flushed and expression angry. "I need to have a word with you," Reborn's voice was rather dangerous. "But we'll have to wait until the other customers leave."

"Gokudera-kun?" Irie peered his head in and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry this happened," he said. "Do you want me to stay with you? It's ten o'clock."

Gokudera shook his head. "Go home and study," he said, tired. "I'll handle this on my own. Besides, it's not my fault the stupid cow couldn't think of better insults than 'Your mom's a cow!'"

Irie's smile grew broader. "Alright then. You know how to get back, right?"

"I'm not stupid," Gokudera growled and Irie smiled again before disappearing.

"Come back again!" Tsuna called after the redhead as he left.

The club's activity had slowed down, and after Yamamoto treated his last customer, it was two in the morning. They all crowded into Lambo's corner as Reborn began to speak.

"As you all know, Lambo quit as a host this evening," he said. "Because of this man. Now, I do not believe this is too much of a loss, and more of a gain." His eyes settled on Gokudera. "With a few improvements, I think I know how you can repay this club for losing a host."

Gokudera had a sinking feeling he knew what was coming next.

"Gokudera-kun," Reborn obviously got his name off the nametag, "you are going to have to take Lambo's place as a host. We wouldn't be Club 7 without seven hosts, now would we?" Reborn's smile was rather icy as Gokudera swallowed. "Oh, and you don't have much of a choice in this matter. You start tomorrow night."

"T-Tomorrow night? But I have to study! Exams are in three days!" Gokudera protested. Byakuran sighed.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he shook his head slowly. "You can't not obey Reborn." He drawled. "And I'm pretty sure you can study during the day."

Yamamoto laughed, slinging an arm over Gokudera's shoulders. "Welcome to the team," he grinned.

"Do a good job, or I'll bite you to death," Hibari said coolly.

"You are better looking than the crybaby," Mukuro nodded, scrutinizing the silver hair and the dark green eyes. "Your skin is pale and soft, and if the light hits you just right…" he frowned, before moving one of the lights, "you're perfect."

"Gokudera-kun." It was Tsuna that spoke this time. "I know this is sudden and everything, but truth be told, we're all actually kind of glad to be rid of Lambo. The sum that on the screen? That's fake. In the past two months, he's only managed to bring in fifty thousand yen."

Gokudera exhaled sharply, before groaning loudly. Life lesson thirty-four, he noted, never insult a stupid cow.

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And there it is! The first chapter! Gokudera-kun's been dragged into the host's world! This chapter was written by Akai-Pyon. Next chapter will be by FancyMittens. Both of us are taking prompt requests. For examples, visit our profile pages!

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