A/N: Damn guys… It's been a long while… Sorry. 'Nuff said. Thanx for the reviews!

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0—Flower Boys/Six—0

"So what sort of club is this anyway?" The blonde asked immediately after he awkwardly scrawled his name onto the piece of paper. Naruto glanced up, examining the indigo haired female who grasped the paper to herself almost reverently.

Hinata glanced up from the beautiful five names and met the newcomer's eyes hesitantly. She offered him a small dimpled smile. "Ano… TT-his is a Gardening club."

"Oh, a—wait—what?!" Naruto squawked indignantly, his head whipping around to face his rival who lingered near the back of their little group. He growled low in his throat when the raven haired teen merely turned his head away from the blonde's fierce accusing gaze. "Do you mean to tell me that the teme is giving up on fighting me for a FLOWER CLUB?"

Hinata shrunk back from Naruto's mounting rage, her fingers gravitating towards each other and to nervously fumble with one another. Since Sasuke wasn't paying him any mind, he sure as hell was going to voice his complaints.

"Hn. You're the moron who signed first and asked questions later." Sasuke's voice interrupted whatever it was that the blonde was fixing to say. He glided past Sakura and Shikamaru, purposely shouldering past his 'rival' harshly. "Besides dobe, it's a Gardening club."

The rambunctious teen threw his hands up in exasperation. "What difference does that make, teme? Gardening deals with flowers!"

"Not exclusively." Sakura chimed in, drawing the blonde's attention away from Sasuke. "Gardening also deals with trees and landscaping…" She trailed off whenever the new recruit merely sent her a dumb expression. Her brow creased, sending the male a dark glare. "You don't look very smart." She crossed her arms over her chest, practically looking down her nose at Naruto. The idiot had scared Hinata, after all. "But what sort of club did you think that this would be after seeing all of us?"

"Hm…" Intense azure orbs examined each and every one of them, his eyes lingering the longest on the pinkette. "Well, of course, it would have to be… A Modeling club!" He exclaimed with a huge grin, his eyes shining brilliantly as if he had just solved a major mystery. "That pale eyed girl over there and the tall guy would be the photographers while you would be the model! The teme would probably be the clean up guy or something." He held his hands up in a framing position, the former Yankee the center of his attention. "Yeah, I could see it now!" Naruto's hand shot to his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone, aiming it towards Sakura with flushed cheeks. "Say cheese!"

"Say goodbye!" Sakura growled in response, shooting across the path with her fists clenched and ready to use.

"A-Ano…" Hinata bit her lower lip nervously, clutching the membership paper to her chest as she watched her best friend throttle the newest addition to their club. She glanced over her shoulder to Sasuke, who was leaning against the trunk of a nearby tree. "Uchiha-san, w-will Uzumaki-san be okay? Sakura-chan is v-very strong."

The stoic male's onyx hues flicked over to the heiress in a detached fashion, remaining on her petite form briefly before turning his gaze over to the two objects of their conversation. "If the dobe is weak enough to be defeated by Haruno's hand, he isn't worthy to be in the club. Don't waste your time worrying over him."

How does that make any sense? We're not in a martial arts club of any kind… Shikamaru yawned lightly before pulling out his phone to check the time. He nearly groaned aloud when he noticed all of the missed calls and text messages he received. They were all from his mother. He turned towards the indigo haired female, completely ignoring the scuffle behind him. "Oi, Hyuuga. I'm going to head home. Kaa-san's out for blood tonight." He slid his phone back into his pocket before unzipping the sweater that the kind female had loaned him earlier and passed it to her. "Thanks for letting me borrow your sweater. Later."

"Ja ne!" Hinata called after the retreating ponytailed male, waving in return when he had glanced over his shoulder briefly. Shikamaru-kun is so nice. Her eyes shifted away from the Nara down to the sweater that she held in her hands, a small smile spread across her lips. I have a really good feeling about this club! Now all that is left is to convince a sensei to represent us and then it will be official!

"Eat dirt, you perv!" Sakura's voice interrupted the heiress' thought process, giving the indigo haired female enough time to glance up and see Naruto sailing across the clearing with a heavily bruised face.

Well… It'll become official if Sakura-chan doesn't kill Uzumaki-san… "S-Sakura-chan, let's get going." The Hyuuga called out. She'd save the blonde from her best friend's wrath for as long as she could; heaven knows that no one else in their club would do it. "It's getting late."

The demonic look on the pinkette was immediately replaced by an easygoing smile as she turned away from the newest member of their club to the president of the club. "Hai~!" She exclaimed, jogging over and tossing her arm over Hinata's shoulder. Jade hues flickered over to the Uchiha, narrowing ever so slightly. With her free hand, she lifted it to her eyes and gave the Uchiha the 'I'll-be-watching-you' sign.

"Goodnight U-Uchiha-san. Uzumaki-san." Hinata called over her shoulder.

As soon as the girls were out of hearing range, the Uchiha stepped away from the tree, his cold eyes set on Naruto. "Dobe… You cannot act like this when the club starts up."

The blonde pulled his head off of the ground; the bruises that Sakura had left were strangely absent. Naruto's wide azure orbs flicked up to the Uchiha, silently noting the tone that the raven haired male used. He's been Sasuke's rival long enough to know that the voice was his 'don't-fuck-around' voice. If he protested now, the blonde had no doubts that Sasuke would immediately set to fighting him; not only that, but aiming to cause some real damage too. "What's so special about this club, teme?" He asked as he sat up. "At least tell me that if I've got to join."

Sasuke slid his hands into his pockets, glancing away from Naruto briefly. "That is… None of your business."

"EHH?!" Naruto jumped to his feet as Sasuke turned away, the Uchiha's smirking face catching in the light before it was completely turned away. "What the hell teme?! Tell me!"

"Iie."

"TELL ME!"

"Iie." Sasuke dodged a flying kick that was aimed for his head, watching in amusement as the blonde crashed into a bush full of thorns.

"OUCH!"

"Hn. Dobe."

0—Break—0

"…So you're saying that we need to find a sensei who will agree to sponsor our club?"

"Hai… I'm g-going to get the forms t-tomorrow during lunch." Hinata responded as they turned down her street; her house was three doors down. "A-And I think that I'll a-ask Kurenai-sensei after school if s-she'll be willing."

"Ah, but isn't she pregnant? I heard that the baby is due in winter… She'll only be the representative for a couple of months then."

"Oh… I d-didn't think of that." She bit her lip lightly, already filing through the potential sensei in her mind.

"Don't worry about it Hina-chan. You get the paperwork and I'll get us a sensei." Sakura smiled down at her friend.

"R-Really? Arigato!" The heiress exclaimed as she pushed open the small gate that led to her grand house, pausing for a moment to glance back at the slender female behind her. "W-would you like to come in f-for a while?"

"Nah. I've got to get home and do a few chores."

"W-well, thank you for walking m-me home, Sakura-chan." Hinata flashed her best friend a dimpled smile. "I could have walked alone f-from the station though…"

"Nonsense!" The pinkette waved off the comment. "Even if you convinced me not to walk with you, I would've stalked you until you were safely in your house. You're an heiress and a girl, Hina-chan. There's no telling what kind of perverts are out tonight."

The Hyuuga's brows creased lightly. "Will you b-be safe then? Do y-you want me to a-ask Neji-niisan to w-walk you to your apartment?"

"Iie." Sakura shook her head with a smile. "If any pervert out there even thinks of looking at me, I'll just give him one of these," she lifted a clenched fist, "and beat his ass into the ground!"

A sweatdrop appeared at the back of the heiress' head. "A-Ah… W-well if you're sure…"

"I'm sure." She chirped.

"Alright t-then… Ja ne…"

"Ja!" Sakura called over her shoulder. As soon as she turned away, a wide smirk spread across her lips. She had the perfect plan for finding a sensei that would agree to sponsor them.

0—Break—0

"Is there any reason why we had to meet on the roof today, Haruno?" Shikamaru drawled, lethargically lifting his hand to scratch at his stomach. It was lunch time… meaning that the hardass was interrupting his naptime.

"Hai." Sakura grinned, eyeing the three males with a strange glint in her eyes. "Hinata-chan has informed me that we need to get a teacher to represent our club. She's using this time to get the proper forms and such from the office. Meanwhile, I say we all do our part to help out."

Shikamaru could already sense that this was going to involve physical labor of some sort. He refrained from asking the slave-driving female anything.

"Like what?" Naruto asked with a wide grin.

Shoot me now. The ponytailed male groaned.

"I'm glad you asked, Naruto-baka." The former Yankee's grin widened. "We're going to go around the school and ask all the teachers that we can if they'd represent our club."

"Hn." Sasuke pushed off from the wall and turned towards the stairs.

"O-Oi! Where do you think you're going? You're going to help too, Uchiha!" Sakura called after the departing male, shaking her fist in what she probably thought was a threatening gesture.

"Yeah teme!" Naruto was suddenly at the pinkette's side, hollering at Sasuke's retreating form as well.

"Don't bother wasting your time. Let's just get going." Shikamaru yawned, but his eyes remained open and lingered on the raven haired male until he slipped through the door and down the stairs. He probably has someone in mind already. This is the Hyuuga's club after all… "The sooner we start, the sooner we'll finish." I'm only asking one teacher though. Any more than that would be far too troublesome.

0—Break—0

Naruto flitted through the lunch crowd and quickly made his way down the halls, his eyes flickering every which way to catch sight of the sensei he had in mind. Iruka-sensei. Iruka-sensei. Iruka-sensei. Iruka-sensei—.

"Naruto, no running in the halls!"

A wide, fox-like grin formed on the blonde's face and he immediately changed directions; instead he angled himself towards his favorite sensei. Found him!

0—Break—0

"…So you should be our representative." Shikamaru finished his short speech, his head lolling up from the desk he had sat in earlier when he had first entered the room.

"You want me to represent your club?" Asuma smiled, giving the Nara the distinct impression that the bearded teacher would ask for something in return.

"Aa."

"Well, if that's the case…" the tanned teacher reached into one of the many drawers in his desk and pulled out a couple of bills, crumbling them up in his hand before tossing them to the ponytailed male. "Go buy me some cigarettes and I'll think about it."

Shikamaru eyed the crumpled pieces of paper that had ended up on the floor through half lidded eyes. "Troublesome." He grunted. He really hated it when he was right.

0—Break—0

"You won't really need to do anything but be a figure head for the club. I'll take care of the paperwork and manage the budget whenever the time for it comes." Sasuke concluded, his onyx eyes staring unabashedly at sensei sitting across from him. "So what do you say, Kakashi-sensei?"

A single grey orb finally tore itself away from the orange book, amusement lingering in the depths of said eye. "You want me to represent your Gardening club, Sasuke-kun? If that's the case then, I'll have to…"

0—Break—0

Morino Ibiki stood next to the faculty microwave, his cold eyes not straying from the cup ramen that rotated within the nuke machine. Round and round… and round… and round… and—.

"Morino-sensei!" The door the faculty lunch room was practically kicked open, revealing the form of one Haruno Sakura.

The psychology teacher's hairless brows furrowed in disdain. How undisciplined.

"I've got a proposition for you! If you'd please just give me a few minutes of your time."

The scarred man's eyes briefly flickered back towards the microwave that was cooking his lunch, eyeing the minute that remained before glancing back at the pinkette. "You have until my ramen is finished cooking. Begin!"

0—Six/End—0

A/N: So now it's up to you guys! Who should be the representative? Iruka, Asuma, Kakashi, or Ibiki? I've got scenarios for all of them, so choose anyone you'd like to see! I'll write the one that most people pick!

Thanx for reading!