Word Count: 647
Disclaimer: I still don't own Prince of Tennis. Nor shall I ever.
Author's Note: I'm so sorry. D: I promised you a longer chapter, and here it is. Only a mere twenty words longer than the first chapter. Plus, I felt like this chapter is all wrong. DX But still, please DO enjoy. :)
Seishun Gakuen Host Club
The Grand Opening
Seigaku's golden pair was ordered to find some paint and paintbrushes by our dearest tensai, Fuji. The said tensai then gave them a huge banner-shaped piece of cloth. With that, they started making a banner that read 'Seishun Gakuen Host Club'.
Things were going pretty well.
Ryoma and Momo were sending out flyers to different students around the campus, telling them about their new host club. They also sent out flyers to other schools when they had the time.
"This is embarrassing, Momo-senpai," Ryoma said, hiding his face as he sent out the flyers. "Why did you agree to this?"
Momo sweatdropped. "It was Fuji-senpai. And he made that look."
Ryoma looked up to see his senpai. "What look?"
"You know…" Momo scratched his head. "That look he does that looks scary and forces you to say 'yes' even when you don't want to."
"Oh, that," Ryoma said, recalling. "It'd be better off not remembering."
On another issue, Kaidoh and Inui weren't doing much. Or rather, they were actually helping, but with no effort. All Kaidoh did was attract more costumers outside school as he did his morning and afternoon jogs. And all Inui did was take down notes about the club, which later on, he will realize, isn't going to be much help at all. Or maybe, it will—in some sort of profound way.
Taka-san prepared some sushi for those who will visit their host club.
And Tezuka did nothing.
After a hard day's work, Fuji gave each of them a box. "It's a gift!" he said, "Remember to bring it tomorrow afternoon. We'll be starting the host club." He then bowed to them, as if saying, "Thanks for all your hard work!" And with that, the tensai waved goodbye and headed home.
"I wonder what's in the box, nya," Eiji said peeking inside the said object. "Ah, no! If I look at it now, it'll be no surprise." He looked at his partner. "Right, Oishi?"
"Ah, yeah, I guess," Seigaku's vice-captain replied with a smile.
The Day After
"Ha?!" Momo asked, wide-eyed. "A suit? We'll be wearing this to the club?!"
Inui scribbled down some notes and said, "It seems that you don't exactly know what a host club is, Momoshiro," he said, smirking. For a second there, his glasses glinted.
"Then, what is a host club, Inui-senpai?"
"A host club. It can either be a group made up of a few people or a lot. Hosts entertain their guests by giving them some kind of royal treatment, as they say," the data genius explained.
"Then, what you're saying… it's like we're slaves?"
"It's nothing like that," Fuji said, deciding to step back into conversation. "In the process, we'll be able to interact with more people we either know or don't know."
A few moments later, everyone arrived back from the clubrooms.
"Uwaa! Ochibi looks cuter in a suit!" Eiji said, randomly appearing behind Ryoma. "You should dress like this more often, nya!"
Ryoma removed Eiji's hand from his shoulder. "I hate suits, Kikumaru-senpai."
"Ochibi's boring!" the acrobat complained.
"So, shall we start the club?" Fuji suggested. "I can already hear lots of people by the door."
Kaidoh had an embarrassed yet annoyed look on his face. "Most of them are girls. Fushuuu…"
"97 percent of them are girls. The rest are boys. Probably from Fuji's fan club," Inui said.
Taka-san held the door handle, preparing to open it. "Shall I open it now?"
Fuji chuckled. "Go ahead, Taka-san."
As the doors opened, the girls outside cheered.
"Welcome to the Seishun Gakuen Host Club!" Fuji, Eiji, Taka-san and Oishi cheered.
The rest decided not to so. Stupid, they thought.
Author's Note: I think this chapter sucked. XD Reviews still are welcomed!
