Naruto's P.O.V ~

I took one last look in the mirror, had to make sure I was looking my best. I always had to make sure I was looking my best. Otherwise I would have no customers. With no customers, I'd have no profit, and with no profit, I'd have no job. And trust me, I needed the money to afford to live in the apartment complex I lived in.

I straightened the collar of my white dress shirt and smirked. Look at me, looking all prim and proper. Sure, some of ladies loved that but, that's not what I was known for. I unbuttoned a few buttons on my shirt and loosened my tie. There that was a lot better.

"Uchiha is probably going to be trying to hoard all the ladies again," I said to myself. "I need to outdo him tonight."

I reached for my best cologne, Bvlgari Pour Homme, and sprayed a bit around my neck. The ladies loved this stuff on me, and it kept them around longer too.

I think I should maybe introduce myself. My name is Uzumaki Naruto, also known as Kazuma Ishimaru. Why do I have two names? Well, I'm a host, and we host don't use our real name in the hosting business. I'm ranked number two at the most popular and famous host club in all of Konohagakure, Konoha Host Club, or as the ladies call it, Heaven on Earth.

Ahead of me was, huh, Uchiha Sasuke. Ever since I got into the hosting business he's always been ahead of me and has remained number one. It's not like I care that much; I just didn't get what girls saw in that guy. To me he was a total emo. But, hey I guess all girls have their own types.

I took one last look at myself, "Alright, time to go to work."

I picked up my keys, turned off the light, and went into the other room. Sitting in front of a canvas was my roommate and friend Nara Shikamaru. I met Shikamaru two years ago by chance. We didn't get along at first at all. But as time passed, Shikamaru became a really good friend to me and was there when I needed him. Oh, whoa, I make him sound like he's my lover or something. Well, get that sick thought out of your minds ya perverts, I'm strictly into women.

Then of course was my rival himself, Uchiha Sasuke. Sitting on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, staring out the window. It seemed like he was all dressed and ready to get going to work, he was wearing a dark blue, dress vest, with a white dress shirt, black tie, slacks, and shoes.

Shikamaru didn't look up from his canvas, but kept painting, "Are guys going to work now, Naruto?"

"Yeah, night is falling and the girls are going to be coming out soon," I said, slipping my wallet and keys into my pocket.

"It's about time, dobe," Sasuke commented, standing up. "We should have been gone an hour ago."

"Shut-up," I retorted. "I make sure I look my absolute best, unlike some people I know."

"Tch, whatever."

"It sounds like a drag to be a host," Shikamaru said, continuing to paint. "Just think, if you ever meet a girl that you actually do like, you aren't allowed to be with her. Then you have all these girls hanging all over you for attention. I couldn't handle it all."

"Some people can, some people can't," Sasuke said, putting out his cigarette. "I do this for a paycheck, not a girl. They can flirt all they want, I won't be interested."

"Heh, Shikamaru, trust me, I have been in the hosting biz for four years now. There hasn't been one girl that has been able to steal my heart."

"I have a feeling, just a feeling you're going to regret saying that, Naruto."

"Why do you say that? Can you see my future or something?" I laughed, leaning up against the wall.

"You never told us you were psychic." Sasuke chimed in.

"Yeah, keep cracking jokes," Shikamaru replied, looking back at us. "I just get the weird vibe that one day soon, you two are going to have some lady trouble."

I chuckled as I pulled a cigarette out of the carton I had in my pocket. My dad was in the hosting business and was a real softy when it came to girls; he took his job very seriously. So, in the end he did well with each and every one of his customers.

One day though, he met a beautiful red head while entertaining a group of girls. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She came frequently with a group of friends, and she talked to my dad the most. My dad became very interested in the young woman and wished to date her but, knew he couldn't because she was just one of his customers.

Soon, he couldn't stop thinking about her. She was always on his mind. The other girls he entertained became just another girl to him. He finally couldn't take it and quit hosting. The woman had stolen his heart, Uzumaki Kushina, also known as my mother. My dad might have been a softy, but I wasn't going to be. I was going to stay in the hosting game as long as I could. I wasn't going to give up the good life for some girl. Besides, I had tons of girls that loved me.

I brought a lighter up to the cigarette in my mouth and lit it, "Yeah, I doubt that will happen though Shikamaru, anyway, I got to get going. See ya. Coming, teme?"

"Alright, don't say I didn't warn you. See you later, Naruto, Sasuke," Shikamaru said. "Be careful and don't drink too much."

"I'll be careful but, I can't promise that I won't drink too much." I said, chuckling a bit and going out of the door.

"I'll look after the dobe, Shikamaru," Sasuke said, following after me.

I closed the door behind me, took a puff of my cigarette, and blew out. Ah, cherry, one of my favorite cigarette flavors. Yeah, I smoked flavored cigarettes. I couldn't just smoke a plain cigarette; I would take one puff and just put it out. Sasuke coughed, waving his hand in front of him, "Ugh, stop smoking that sweet smelling crap in front of me."

I took the cigarette away from my lips, "I didn't ask you to walk side by side with me."

"Why do you like those things anyway?" Sasuke asked.

"Mind your business, will ya? It's my business about what I smoke and what I don't." I retorted.

"Tch, you really piss me off you know?"

I grinned, "I try."

I took another puff of my cigarette and blew out towards him, he shot me an angry look and walked past me, "I'm out of here, I'll see you there."

"Yeah, yeah."

I placed my hand in my pocket and strolled down the hallway, smoking, and hoping that Hyuga Hinata would be coming to the club tonight. That girl was loaded and she was very fond of me. A little too fond actually, I honestly think she is in love with me. I don't feel the same way of course, though she thinks I do. Like I said, there hasn't been one woman that has been able to steal this man's heart and not even a sweet, innocent girl was going to do so.

I approached the stairs and quickly went down the two flights, reaching the lobby. There the manager, Kamizuki Izumo, sat at the desk, typing on his laptop. When I started to walk by he looked up, "Naruto-san, no smoking in the lobby."

"Sorry, sorry. I forgot," I said, stopping and taking the cigarette from my lips. "I won't do it again."

"Make sure you don't, some people that live here are allergic to cigarette smoke."

"My apologies, I will try not to smoke in the lobby again, Kamizuki-sama."

He sighed and then gave me a half smile, "Alright," he said simply.

I nodded and went on my way towards the door. I looked at my black diamond Rollo watch and huffed, 3:30PM, I had to get to the club.

Once I had gotten to the club, it didn't take long for me to get my first customer. She was an older woman, maybe in her late thirties. She wasn't my favorite type of customer; honestly, I did better with younger ladies. But, she was pretty well off, so I really couldn't complain too much. She and I had a total of ten drinks, which added up to fifthteen thousand yen. Moments after she left, I got my next five customers; five young ladies that loved to drink. It wasn't hard for me to get any of them to have more than one drink, I didn't even have to flirt that much.

"Ishimaru-kun, you look so handsome tonight…" one of the girls, leaning close to me.

"Why thank you, sweetheart," I said, tilting her head up towards me. "You're looking pretty beautiful tonight."

"Ishi-kun, what about me?" another girl asked, tugging on my jacket.

I looked over at dark haired beauty, "Sweetie, you're looking good too! All of you ladies are absolutely lovely; you all take my breath away."

They all giggled, "Thank you, Ishimaru-kun."

I smirked; I loved having the crowds of girls. They were all so cute, desiring, just craving, my full and undivided attention; just the way I liked it. I wouldn't want it any other way. I cleared my throat and lifted up the bottle of champagne, "Anyone want a refill?" I asked.

All of the girls instantly lifted their glasses, "I do!" they shouted.

I chuckled, "Ladies, ladies, there is only one bottle. One at a time, please." I began to pour the champagne in the girl's glasses. Once I had filled the second glass, the bottle was empty. I was positive they all would want another bottle.

"Is it empty again?" an empty handed girl pouted. "Get us another bottle please, Ishimaru-san!"

"As you wish, hime," I said, standing to my feet. "I'm only your servant, readily anticipating to serve you..."

I heard the girls squeal, giggling among themselves. I knew they would love that, all the girls loved when I addressed them as 'hime'. I smiled to myself, walking toward the kitchen to grab another bottle of champagne. Ahhh, my sweet, little money makers…

With the group of girls, I earned myself two hundred thousand yen. In total, I had earned two hundred, fifthteen thousand, yen and it was only 7:00PM. The night was still young.

After the group had left, I went back to the backroom and waited to be called out again, unfortunately Uchiha was waiting too. He was sitting on the leather sofa, messing with his cell phone. I walked into the room, and took a seat in a chair a few feet away from him. I knew he was going to brag about how much money he earned so far tonight.

He looked up from his phone a moment, "Dobe," he said.

"Teme," I said back, looking away.

"Heard you had you got a lot of cash from your last customers."

I smirked, "Yeah, two hundred, fifteen thousand yen."

"That's nothing," he scoffed. "I got five hundred thousand yen out of one girl who came to see me."

"Five hundred thousand yen," I repeated. "How is that even-?"

"I know how to talk to the ladies; I can get them to drink more," Sasuke said, looking at me. "It's all in the voice and the charm."

"Oh please, you're gagging me Uchiha, like you're the best host in the world or something."

He cleared his throat and smirked, "Who's number one?"

"Whatever," I chuckled. "It doesn't matter. I'll be number one, one day soon."

"How long are we going to keep this up?" he asked, looking at me.

"Until I'm number one on the board,"

He laughed, "You'll be trying forever."

I laughed slightly too, he thought he was great. He also so cocky and so sure of himself. As I had said earlier, Sasuke was number one here at Club Heaven and Earth. He was my best friend and worst enemy. Sasuke was my biggest obstacle at work, but out of the club we were the best of friends, we were almost like brothers. He and I even go further back, than Shikamaru and I.

"Trust me, one day I'll be the best host here. Women will be fighting over me."

"Naruto-san," a voice said.

I looked up and saw the second Uchiha brother. Uchiha Itachi, Sasuke's older brother. He was the assistant manager of the club as well as one of the hosts; ranked at number five. How his brother and I were over him in popularity, I will never know. Well, I will never know how his brother was more popular than him; he was a better choice than emo boy, "Itachi-sama," I said, standing and bowing. "What can I do for you?"

"Hinata-sama is here to see you again," Itachi chuckled. "You seem to be her favorite."

Score! There was my real money maker!

"I don't see how," Sasuke said, with a bit of annoyance in his tone.

"Sasuke," Itachi said in a firm tone, before leaving the room.

I looked at Sasuke and smirked, "Is number one jealous that I have a regular customer?"

"You wish I were,"

"Sure..." I laughed, he was jealous. I know he is. I went out of the back room and straight to the front where the young woman stood waiting for me. Her indigo hair was down and brushed back as usual. She wore a cute, light purple summer dress with black flats.

I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist; she jumped a little from the sudden touch. "Hello there, gorgeous," I whispered. "Did you miss me?"

"I-Ishimaru-san," she said, in a soft voice. "I-I…"

"Hey, what did I say about being so formal with me, Hinata-chan?"

"I'm-I'm sorry, Ishimaru-kun." she said, with a blush spreading across her face.

I chuckled and let go of her, "Come my dear, let's sit down and talk."

I walked in front of her and held out my hand. She willingly took it and smiled gently at me; I winked back at her and began leading her to a table.

"So, can I get you something to drink," I began casually. "Maybe, some of your favorite champagne?"