Word Count: 2,297

Disclaimer: I do not own PoT. How many times do I have to say it?

Author's Note: And here's my present for you guys! A 2,000+ word story! Since, you know. I haven't updated in a while. (Warning: You may get bored while reading.)

Seishun Gakuen Host Club

Hyoutei's Visit

Day 2

The doors of Seishun Gakuen's host club opened for its second day of business. Roses framed its opening, glitters and sparkles enveloped the room, and flower petals fell from the ceiling elegantly. Of course, that was only in your imagination.

Ladies screamed and cheered as the place slowly opened. There were a number of boys as well, too. After all, the hosts here don't particularly just entertain girls, right?

On a couch at the far side of the room, nine handsome young men sat, greeting their visitors oh so gently and politely. "Welcome to the Seishun Gakuen Host Club…" they all greeted in mellow tones—enough to make every single person's heart beat like crazy.

"Kyaaa!!" came the shrill voices of all the girls. Their eyes shimmered in delight just by the sight of the tennis regulars sitting on the couch like that. "They look so cool!!"

A fangirl came rushing at them—running at full speed. She eagerly sat down on Fuji's lap without any shame on her face or whatsoever. She smiled at him as if they had known each other for a long time. "Fuji-senpai!" she beamed at him.

A drop of sweat fell from Oishi's face. He raised a hand and tried to call the girl. "Um, it would be rude to monopolize Fuji just like that," he said, trying to calm her down.

The girl pouted, turning her face away from him. "Hmph! Fuji-senpai's mine!" she declared out to everyone in the room, at the same time sticking out her tongue childishly. "And no one else can have him!" she added.

Just when she was about to hug him, a group of girls started forming a crowd around her. One crossed her eyebrows and glared at her, saying, "Ne, you can't just sit on Fuji-senpai's lap and call him 'yours'," she frowned, her glare getting even deeper.

Fuji smiled his usual smile. Being polite, he said, "That's right—"

He was cut off by the opening of the door.

Rays of sunlight entered the room, and as their views cleared, eight young boys were revealed, standing at the entrance of the place. They seemed to be shining—although it only lasted in the ladies' minds.

It was Hyoutei—just as you had predicted.

"Tezuka," a deep voice came from a so-called king.

The said person crossed his arms, a stoic expression still on his face as always. "Atobe."

Atobe laughed, lifting a hand and hovering it a few inches in front of his mouth. "Tezuka, you're not the kind of person to approve to this kind of thing," he said.

Tezuka lowered his head slightly. "It was Fuji's idea."

Fuji nodded. "Yes, it was mine. So don't go on blaming Tezuka for it," he said, smiling oh so gently at the monkey king.

Atobe scoffed and looked the other way. "You would do anything for this teammate of yours, ah, Tezuka?"

Oishi, losing control, tried to stop their small argument. He sighed, feeling embarrassed about it, at the same time. He turned around to their humble guests—and by that, I mean the fangirls and fanboys—and bowed his head. "You must forgive them. They're always like this," he said in an apologetic voice.

In the middle of everything, a girl's voice interrupted the atmosphere. "Kyaaa!! You're so cute! What's your name?" she asked with her hands together, waiting for an answer patiently.

Gakuto pointed at himself, seeing the girl right in front of him. "Do you mean me?" he asked, confused. His doubles partner gave a slight chuckled as he heard the question.

"Heh. Gakuto's never been called 'cute' by anyone other than his own mother," Shishido retorted, directing his words right at the said boy. He smirked. "Nah, Oshitari?"

Yuushi closed his eyes, at the same time pushing his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. "No matter how much I want to agree, Shishido, it's still rude," he sighed, trying his hard to sound gentle in front of everyone.

"What are you saying?!" the girl shouted right at Shishido, clenching her fists in anger. "Gakuto-kun is really cute!" she said, defending the red-haired boy. She put on a big smile and walked over to the said person. "It's okay, Gakuto-kun. I'll defend you 'till my last breath!"

Shishido rolled his eyes. "You just met him today, you know?"

The girl crossed her arms. "I don't care," she said, pouting.

Another mob of girls surrounded a certain second year—tall and gray-haired. The boy twitched. He's never been surrounded by so many girls before. The most would be around fifteen girls during tennis practice. He tried his best and smiled at them. "Nice to meet you. I'm Ootori Choutarou," he greeted them.

Shishido turned around and found his doubles partner getting crowded by a bunch of noisy girls. "C-Choutarou…?"

"Ne, ne, Choutarou-kun! You play tennis too, right?" a girl asked him, her heart throbbing as fast as it could. "So cool!"

In the midst of all the chaos, a certain monkey king sat beside Ryoma—his so-called 'prince'.

"It's been a long time, chibi prince," he teased, "Did you miss me?"

Ryoma almost gagged after hearing Atobe's words. He crossed his eyebrows. "Who would, monkey king?!" he told him in an annoyed manner. He brushed off the hand on his shoulder. "Don't touch me."

Atobe smirked. "Still cocky as ever, I see."

If we look to the other side of them room, we can see Jirou having a 'play fight' against Fuji's fangirls and fanboys—with him having the advantage.

"Eh? That's not fair!!" one of the poor, pitiful girls protested.

All Jirou could do was smile and laugh at what was happening at the moment.

Hiyoshi was sitting on a corner couch, sighing. Not even a single person had noticed that he was there. He slumped. "Mushroom head!" he suddenly heard. The owner of the voice was oh so familiar.

He twitched at the sound of the name. "Shishido-san, I would like it if you didn't call me by that name," he said. But even after saying what he wanted to say, the capped boy simply ignored him. He twitched some more.

By now, Gakuto was already getting scared of all the girls. "Yuushi, protect me!" he cried like a child. With that, he climbed on the boy's back, trying to hide.

The bespectacled boy sighed. "Gakuto…" he said as he carried the boy by the arms and placed him back on the ground, "You're acting like a kid."

"Shoo! Shoo!" Gakuto told them. But to his dismay, it had no effect. He clung on Yuushi's arm tightly. "Shoo them away, Yuushi…" he pouted.

Looking back on Atobe and Ryoma, the prince had brushed the king away from him. Atobe placed both hands in his pockets. "Tezuka would've thought you how to show hospitality to guests," he shot at him. He then continued to make his way to the said captain.

"Oi, Tezuka!" he called out. "Long time no see."

"Ah," was the blunt reply that he got.

Atobe set himself down beside straight-faced captain. "Entertain me, Tezuka. You are a host here, ah?"

Tezuka refused to do anything—talk, move, or whatever.

Hyoutei's captain grew impatient. He tilted Tezuka's chin and smirked.

"Oi, monkey king!" a certain green-haired boy tried to stop him. "You're mine, aren't you?"

Tomoka's mouth hung wide open as she heard Ryoma's very words. "WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS RYOMA-SAMA?!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Atobe-san? What? Huh?" Her eyelids then closed and she fainted right on the spot.

Ryoma sat beside the monkey king and placed both his legs on top of Atobe's. The so-called 'king' smirked. "It's about time you came running back to me," he said in a teasing tone.

The boy scoffed. "Shut up."

"Ne, ne, have you ever heard of twincest?" a random brown-haired girl suddenly asked, bringing up the topic. "Like in those animes we watch!" Another girl nodded her head in agreement. "That's right!" Her smile then turned upside down. "But… none of the regulars are twins, right?"

Everyone who had heard their conversation was shocked. "T-twincest?"

"Oishi! What's 'twincest'?" Eiji asked, oh so innocently, his cat-like features were showing once again.

The ever so motherly vice-captain of Seigaku didn't know to answer; how to react, even. "U-um… How do I explain this…?"

Eiji sat on his partner's lap, acting like a spoiled child. He inched his face closer to Oishi's. "Nah, Oishi, do you know?"

"Moe!!" came the girls' screeching voices. "MOE!!" they screamed, jumping up and down in delight. Their eyes glimmered, and their faces showed their oh so happy reactions, as if anticipating for another glorious moment.

"Nya?" Seigaku's acrobat said, finally looking up. "You like that, nya?"

The girls nodded their heads wildly—their answer being 'yes'.

Eiji stuck out his tongue and used its tip to touch Oishi's cheek.

Seigaku's vice-captain was speechless; dumbstruck. He froze. And eventually, he fainted—not knowing else what he should do.

"Oishi? Oishi? OISHI! Hang in there!!" Eiji shouted at the said person's ear, shaking him non-stop at the same time. He tried slapping him on the face, but refused to do so after thinking about it.

Oishi was unconscious, yet his fangirls were still screaming their hearts out. Really, they're not worth to be called 'Oishi's fangirls'. They see him lying down on the ground—spaced-out—and they do nothing.

On another story, we can still see Hiyoshi at the corner couch—doing nothing. That's when Kaidoh comes in! The so-called 'viper' sat down beside the mushroom head. Hiyoshi inched away, trying not to get too close to the annoyed-looking second year.

And soon enough, Inui came, holding a notebook in his hand as usual. He sat beside the two and sighed. "Another failure…"

"Failure? Inui-senpai?" Kaidoh asked, trying to be nice to his senpai who was obviously sighing out of depression.

The data master pulled out a glass of his newly-made Ultra Special Inui Juice out of nowhere and grinned. "Would you like to try some, Kaidoh?" he asked, feeling hopeful. The boy shook his head from right to left, as if saying 'no'.

"That's a pity, then," he said as he placed the glass on top of the coffee table. His glasses tinted as a ray of light hit them. "Hn? How about you, Hiyoshi-kun?"

Hiyoshi's face turned pale as he looked at the glass of so-called 'juice'. "Don't joke with me. Who the hell would drink that?!" he said, placing a mouth over his hand, and at the same time backing away.

"This is why you have no fangirls, senpai," Kaidoh said, sounding like he actually cared.

On another matter, Choutarou tried his best to escape from his fangirls. All so that he can return to Shishido. It seemed as if that his senpai owned him.

"Shishido-san!" he called out, trying to reach the said person. It looked as if he was about to cry. The pout on his face even made him look like a lone dog. "Shishido-san!!"

"Mou…!" one of the girls who were embracing him complained. "Stay here, Choutarou-kun!!" she said, trying her best to keep him from escaping his cruel fate.

At the far side of the room, we could see Taka-san entertaining his guests—with his oh so great burning 'sensation'. "BURNINGGG!!!"

And up until know, Fuji is still being tightly hugged by a certain narcoleptic. Who, unfortunately, isn't really sleeping right now. The boy nudged Fuji's face. "You're so awesome, Fuji-kun!" he praised him over and over again. All the tensai could do was bear the pain. That is, if it really is a pain.

Momo was eating homemade lunches that were made by his fangirls. This was the best thing he could do for them. Eat, eat, and eat some more.

As Atobe finished his 'meeting' with Tezuka, he stood up and snapped his fingers. All attention was drawn to him. The Hyoutei regulars then started gathering right in front of him—knowing that it was the signal.

"Shall we take a visit another visit sometime?" he asked—loudly, at that.

Girls screamed, boys stared, and the Seigaku regulars said nothing.

With a snap, Hyoutei exited the place, leaving behind a bunch of new screaming fans.

"We'll be looking forward to your next visit!!" the girls screamed, trying to make their voices reach out to them. "Promise you'll come back!!"

5:45 PM

Momo heaved a sigh. "Man, what a day…" he said, slumping down on one of the couches. "We sure got a lot of customers today."

Inui pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. "A hundred and twenty, to be exact," he said in his usual 'I'm smart, aren't I?' tone. "This was better than the first day."

"Isn't it because Hyoutei made a visit, nya?" Eiji asked—although, the answer was already quite obvious.

Fuji gave a slight chuckle. "I guess we have to admit that their visit did help."

Everybody stood up and gathered all their belongings.

"I guess this will be it for the day," Oishi confirmed. He switched off the lights as everybody walked out.

And thus, the second day of Seishun Gakuen's host club ended.

Author's Note: I tried my best to put in some description~