A/N: It's been almost a month since I first posted this story. Sorry it's taken me so long to update. I made this chapter long as a peace offering. Can you forgive me?

Oh my god! 50+ reviews for one chapter!? I am not worthy!

I've changed the main pairing from NejiTen to SasuSaku because I think I'm going to focus more on SasuSaku, but NejiTen is still going to be pretty heavy in the story.

EDIT: I seem to be doing these things a lot lately. I accidentally put that Sasuke's parents are deceased when they are NOT. Sometimes I rush and I kinda forget what I put in the previous chapter . . . A beta, I need. Thanks to timidhinata for pointing that out!

Disclaimer: I don't own.

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Chapter 2

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"Oh, Sasuke-kun," the girl snuggled deeper into his arms and Sasuke forced himself not to push her away. It pained him to do this. She wrapped an arm around his waist and placed her other hand on his chest and sighed happily. He clenched his fists and was about to punch the girl when Neji strolled by and gave him a slashing look of warning. Sasuke inwardly cursed and unclenched his hands and put one arm around the girl's shoulders; she squealed. Neji gave an approving nod and then pointed to his mouth with the pen in his hand and pointedly raised an eyebrow.

Sasuke knew what he meant and wanted to scream.

"Mariko," he whispered instead, softly into her ear, "you're so beautiful."

The girl, Mariko, gasped and her lips parted while she looked up at him with adoration in her eyes. "Oh, Sasuke-kun!"

"Time's up!"

Thank god, Sasuke thought before unceremoniously wrenching himself away from Mariko. She was left alone on the couch, lips poised to be kissed and eyes wide.

"S-Sasuke-kun—"

"Your time's up. Leave." he replied icily.

She looked like she was about to burst into tears but he didn't give a damn.

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Neji made a note in his black note book and closed it with a loud snap. "Our club is very popular." he murmured, giving all the club members present a blank look. "Good job."

"God dammit!" Sasuke yelled, slamming his fist down on the tabletop. "Divide up the girls evenly between us, Hyuuga."

The Hyuuga male calmly leveled Sasuke with his gaze. "You're the most popular of our little group, Uchiha. It was obvious over half of the girls would flock to you." Neji reopened his notebook and scanned the first few pages, putting all the information into his mental Rolodex. "We have around four hundred customers so far, all of them female as you know, and we've got enough money from the fees we charged to do that fancy restaurant/waiter theme you suggested Shikamaru."

Shikamaru lifted his arm in acknowledgement and then went back to sleeping.

Sasuke scowled. "Where are the others?"

"Shino left after we closed." Neji replied, eyes traveling around the room lazily. "Kiba and Naruto went off to get some food."

He rolled his eyes. "We served food."

"Obviously it wasn't enough for those two."

"Of course." Sasuke said sarcastically, leaning back against the couch and putting his arms behind his head. "Nara, aren't you going out with Temari from Suna University?"

"We're going out," Shikamaru muttered, lifting his head, "but she doesn't know I'm doing this. If she finds out she'll probably kill me." He scratched the back of his head and muttered something about 'troublesome women'. "Don't tell Naruto. You know he's good friends with her younger brother, Gaara."

Sasuke said calmly, "You have to take some of my customers tomorrow."

Shikamaru groaned. "Fine, whatever."

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Tenten looked up as Ino and Sakura dropped into the seats to the right of her. The blonde haired girl looked extremely happy and was practically beaming; Sakura looked a little tired but happy as well.

"Guess what!" Ino cried elatedly. "Sasuke-kun has started a host club!"

The brunette of the group gazed at her quizzically. "A host what?"

"A host club." Sakura said with some disgust. "The guys in the club give hospitality and feed girls' fantasies about them in exchange for money."

"So," Tenten began, frowning, "they're like whores? Except without being naked?"

"Not r—"

"Exactly!" the blonde said, clapping her hands together determinedly. "We have to go."

Tenten bit her lip and gazed at Ino skeptically. "I don't know." she said. "There might be some u—"

Ino pulled out a folder from her large designer tote bag and waved it around in front of their faces. "Got it covered!" she yelled, slapping the folder down onto the table. "I did some research on the members and I've compiled a profile about each one." She opened the folder and promptly began spreading out the data, and then smugly pointed to the first boy.

"First is Uchiha Sasuke!" she began. "Age seventeen. Birthday July 23rd. Blood type AB. He is a second year high school student and in Class 2A with me and Sakura. His parents are alive, his dad is Superintendant, and his older brother, Itachi, manages Uchiha Corp. alone at the moment (His father gave him the company for his eighteenth birthday); Sasuke gets his share once he graduates high school. He's incredibly smart, a genius as some say, and excels in all aspects of school it seems, notably P.E., Japanese Studies and Math.

Personality wise he's very quiet and comes off cold and aloof, not really caring what others think. He's gorgeous and has many admirers around the school and out of it. His best friend is the loud-mouth Uzumaki Naruto but he's also pretty good friends with Hyuuga Neji and Nara Shikamaru since they've been seen hanging out at the mall together after school sometimes.

He's president of the host club and their so-called 'Prince' because he draws the most customers. Sasuke started the host club at Tsunade-sama's request.

On a side note his favorite colors are black and dark blue."

Sakura's frowned. "Where did you get all that information?"

"The Uchiha Sasuke FC." Ino answered smartly. "Just because you gave up your membership four years ago doesn't mean I have."

"Is it even legal to have this much information on him?" the pink haired girl asked. "Couldn't he sue you?"

"What Sasuke doesn't know can't hurt him."

Tenten opened and closed her mouth like a fish who was gasping for water. She shook her head at Ino and then looked down at the other profiles, one in particular catching her eye. "Hyuuga Neji!?" she said incredulously, gazing at the name again to make sure she'd read it right. "He's in this thing too?"

Ino's eyes glittered with interest. "Do you know him?"

"We're in 3A together—" she looked up from the paper she was holding to see Ino grinning mischievously. "We've talked twice, Ino. We aren't like that."

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Read the profile."

Tenten frowned but complied.

"Hyuuga Neji. Third year high school student. Age eighteen, birthday July 3rd and blood type O. Both of his parents are dead and he lives with his uncle Hiashi and two younger cousins Hinata, attends Konoha Academy, and Hanabi. He's smart, also a genius, and practices Chinese martial arts and meditates occasionally. Neji enjoys physics and psychology; takes Chinese as his foreign language.

He's cold and aloof like Sasuke and dislikes physical contact from anyone, makes it a point to avoid his fans and is . . . Curt?" Tenten looked up from the paper. "Do you actually want me to read this?"

"Yes." Ino said, annoyed. "Keep going."

"Neji is very self-sufficient and doesn't like working in groups because he feels others besides a select few are incompetent and beneath his notice, though this type of thinking has gotten better since he was befriended by Uzumaki Naruto?"

"Finish reading my notes, Tenten!"

"He is also friends with Uchiha Sasuke, Nara Shikamaru and, somewhat, Rock Lee (Excellent in P.E. and a hard worker. Very friendly but is in need of eyebrow waxing.). Neji is a known heartthrob throughout Konoha Academy. He is vice president of the host club and his favorite colors are white and black." Tenten finished, finally, and placed the paper back on the table. "You could become a professional stalker, Ino." she said wryly, glancing at the picture of Neji paper clipped to the top right hand corner of his profile. "The only thing you missed was a physical description and his background."

"I have all that on separate sheets of paper." Ino replied flippantly. "These are just brief summaries. Sakura, read Shikamaru's profile."

The pink haired girl picked up the boy's sheet and raised an eyebrow at the black mustache drawn on his picture. "Remember, you guys are friends."

"He called me a troublesome bitch yesterday. I deserve to have some revenge."

"You sure he wasn't telling the t—"

"Read, forehead."

Sakura rolled her eyes. "Nara—"

"Ladies," the three of them looked up into the slightly bored face of their English Foreign Language teacher, Kakashi. He lowered his orange porno book momentarily so that they could see the top half of the surgeon mask he always wore over his mouth. "Lunch is over and you have to get to class." he said slowly, eyes flickering over the various papers on the table which Ino had casually thrown her giant tote bag over in an attempt to hide; it wasn't working too well. "Look over them after school, alright?"

"Yes, Kakashi-sensei." they replied together.

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Sakura looked up from her book as they walked in.

Naruto was loud and boisterous, head thrown back in the midst of laughter and look as carefree as usual. His blonde hair was in it's familiar wind-blown style, as if he's been out on the beach all day, and his black uniform was open in the front exposing the white shirt he wore underneath; he'd mastered the look of a rumpled uniform, making it appealing rather than sloppy. He looked incredibly happy today for some reason.

While Naruto looked ecstatic, Sasuke seemed broody as usual. The same indifferent expression was plastered on his pale, gorgeous face. His clothes were immaculate and there were no creases anywhere. Completely perfect in appearance, his bangs were unnaturally straight and the back of his hair was formed in perfect spikes, Sasuke was unmoved by his best friend's happiness and just sat down, one seat away from her.

The blonde boy rolled his eyes and plopped down into the seat next to her, giving Sakura a brilliant smile. "Hey, Sakura-chan!" he cried, tilting his head to the side in a cute manner. "What's up?"

She smiled back at him. "Nothing much, just trying to finish our reading assignment from last night."

Naruto's eyes widened. "We had a reading assignment!?" He turned away from her and to Sasuke, saying accusingly, "You didn't tell me about it!"

Sasuke glanced at him, said coldly, "You are a dumb ass." then turned away to rummage around in his back pack for something.

His jaw dropped and Naruto whipped back around to Sakura. "Sakura-chan!" he wailed. "You've got to help me!"

"I don't know," she murmured, marking her page, "shouldn't you have known about the assignment since you were in class yesterday?"

"I have selective hearing!"

"More like ADHD." Shikamaru mumbled, slipping into the seat behind Naruto. She hadn't even heard him come in. He unbuttoned some of the clasps on his uniform and folded his hands behind his head casually, seeming to ignore the dozen happy sighs of the other girls in the room.

Out of the corner of her eye Sakura saw Kakashi come into the room, face buried into a different pervert book, this one forest green.

"I do not have ADHD!" Naruto snapped vehemently. "Just because I'm not lazy like you or broody like that bastard over there," he jerked his thumb in the direction of Sasuke who cast him a dirty look, "doesn't mean I—"

"Naruto, switch seats with Sasuke."

"Kakashi-sensei!" the blonde cried, slamming his hand onto his desk and turning to glare at their surprisingly early teacher. "I just got comfortable!"

The silver haired man gave a do-you-think-I-care look and pointed to the two desks. "Switch."

With much mumbled cursing from Naruto and an irritated look from Sasuke the two boys switched seats and Haruno Sakura suddenly found herself sitting next to the boy she'd admired, and had a not-so-secret crush on, for nearly nine years.

"Hi, Sasuke." she said brightly, hoping he'd return her greeting. She'd dropped the 'kun' she used to put at the end of his name four years ago when he left Konoha Academy for Oto. He came back after two and a half years but he wasn't exactly the same as when he left and didn't seem to think much of her, even though they had been friends to some extent before.

"Sakura." he replied curtly, not even looking at her.

Class was starting.

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Ino wanted to scream from boredom and instead opted for ripping a sheet of notebook paper to shreds. Her ice blue eyes looked at the board once, taking in the various chemistry equations and then moving to their chain-smoking teacher Asuma. Class was so uneventful and she wished there was some eye candy in their class but, from her observations, this class was completely lacking.

At least Hinata was here to keep her company.

She turned to the blue-black haired girl and pretended to gag while pointing her finger at her mouth. Hinata smiled and rolled her white eyes before turning her attention back to Asuma and his infinitely long lecture.

Ino had often wondered how they had become friends when they were so different. Hinata was quiet, shy and totally innocent where as she was loud, obnoxious according to Sakura and incredibly wild, having done things in the past she wished she could forget. It wasn't like she hid her past escapades, everyone knew about them so there was no use hiding, but the string of romances she'd had in the past was not during her high point. Really, she was just depressed at that time and if her friends hadn't been there for her she probably would've ended up pregnant, or worse, dead.

"Ino?"

The blonde snapped out of her stupor and cast the now standing Hinata a surprised look. "Class is over?" she asked stupidly.

"Yeah. Y-You were spacing out . . ." she whispered, putting a hand on Ino's shoulders. "Is something wrong?"

"Just thinking about stuff I'd rather forget." Ino replied, waving off Hinata's look of concern. "Everything I did back then is my fault and I should've handled myself better. I'm really grateful to you and Sakura for helping me through everything. Really."

White eyes moved over her face and Ino felt dirty, again, for some reason under Hinata's worried scrutiny.

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Tenten sat down on the edge of the giant fountain in the central garden in front of the main building, staring at the piece of folded paper in her hand.

It was a confession.

She dropped her bag onto the ground beside her feet and slowly opened it, remembering when she'd received it in class.

Neji sat down next to her and Tenten tried not to stare too openly at him. She still couldn't believe that Neji, Hyuuga Neji, was part of that club; she'd asked around and found it to be true. From what she observed in the halls and the classes they were in together he despised his fan girls, so what was making him participate in something as stupid as a host club? Sometimes boys were so complicated. She could never understand the way a man's mind worked. They were always saying one thing, doing another, it was damn irritating to try to figure them out so she had vowed to avoid relationships until she graduated but a certain gorgeous Hyuuga male was making it hard for her to commit . . . How could fate work against her like this?

"Hi Neji." Tenten said.

He cast her a glance and nodded a hello right before Rock Lee fell into the seat to his right.

"Ah! Tenten, beautiful flower of Konoha," Lee cried, "how are you?"

She smiled at Lee and being called 'beautiful flower of Konoha' instantly brightened her day. She didn't know why Lee had started calling her this, only that it made her giggle slightly and made for some heat in her cheeks.

She'd met Lee on her first day here; he'd been the one to show her around since she'd just transferred from China and was new. Lee was so happy and totally fine with everything, always smiling like he was on Cloud Nine, and Tenten had taken a liking to him immediately.

Lee grinned from ear to ear as she replied, "I'm great."

"Is Konoha better than the school you attended in China?" he asked, dark eyes fixed on her intently and paying the utmost attention so he could hear her coming answer.

"Well, the people here are a lot friendlier," she admitted, "and the Academy is beautiful."

Lee looked like he was about to cry with joy. "I'm so glad you've had such a wonderfully youthful experience here so far, Tenten!" She laughed and thanked him. "Oh! Tenten, I have something for you . . ." the bowl haired teen rummaged around in his bag before pulling out a folded piece of paper. "A boy in my previous class, I think you have second with him, told me to give this to you. I think it's a love confession!" Lee put a hand over his heart and said seriously, "And I did not open it!"

Tenten took the note gingerly and stated thickly, "A love confession." She looked at Lee dubiously. "Are you sure?"

"Most definitely! It's so youthful to confess young teenage love," Lee turned to Neji. "Don't you agree?"

"Hn." Neji replied, tone glacial.

Tenten sighed and read the note in her hands.

Tenten,

I've liked you ever since you came to Konoha.

Please go out with me.

-Kazuma

She racked her brain for a 'Kazuma' before remembering that there was a guy named Kazuma in her second period class. He had dark hair and dark purple eyes and she remembered talking to him for, like, five minutes one day. Well now, boys here certainly didn't wait did they? What a way to tell a girl you liked them. Very elaborate and oh so romantic . . . Tenten sighed and stuffed the paper into her back pack. Now she'd have to think up a nice way to tell him she wasn't interested.

Her back pocket vibrated and she pulled out her cell phone. Sakura's face was illuminated on the screen and she flipped it open to see a text message.

where r u? third music room, fourth floor. be there.

Oh yeah, Tenten thought, we're going to that host club thing . . .

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Kiba and Naruto wore identical outfits; black slacks, white dress shirts slightly unbuttoned at the top and black jackets tied around their waists. It was their school uniforms pretty much; the waiter outfits Shikamaru and Neji had ordered hadn't come in yet. The furniture Shikamaru had asked Chouji to send them from one of his parent's restaurants in France hadn't arrived yet either.

Kiba frowned at his attire and decided he'd rather throw the jacket over his shoulder instead of tying it around his waist. "Why are we wearing these again?" the dog lover asked. He winced and shuddered at the icy look Neji shot him, shutting up immediately. For some odd reason Neji had become more agitated and easily annoyed than before, making it a point to snap and/or glare when people questioned him.

Naruto leaned close to Kiba's ear and whispered, "It's the Hyuuga PMS."

He couldn't help the snicker that escaped him.

Neji growled and Kiba shut up again.

Shikamaru sighed. "The theme for today is 'smart-casual' so act smart and be casual. I know this is hard for a few of you," he looked at Naruto and Kiba in particular and the blonde gave an indignant yell, "but try."

"I can totally do smart-casual!" Kiba frowned. "Shino, don't you think I can do smart-casual?"

The silent bug lover looked up from the nature book he was reading and stared at his best friend from behind dark glasses. "Do you want me to lie?" he asked.

"Just tell the truth."

Shino pushed his sunglasses up with his middle finger and got comfortable in his seat.

"No."

Kiba gave a frustrated scream.

Shikamaru sighed and then followed Neji into a secluded corner of the music room from where Sasuke was motioning them over with the jerk of his head.

"What's with you, Hyuuga?" Sasuke asked when the Hyuuga was in hearing range. He added accusingly, "Your attitude's shittier than usual."

Neji glowered at him and didn't reply, choosing instead to give the boy a dirty look of utmost contempt.

Shikamaru sighed. "Does this have anything to do with that girl?"

"What girl?" Neji asked, opening his notebook and making a note.

"The one that's walking in right now."

The pencil he was holding shattered, plastic and lead showering his person and the floor. Neji whipped his head around, expecting to see Tenten walking through the door, but the room was still empty save for the normal furniture and the rest of the club. He turned back to Shikamaru and ground out, "You ass hole—"

"So you like a girl." Shikamaru said, rubbing his chin and considering this new development in their little group. "Who is she?"

"Hn."

"Drop it, Nara." Sasuke said, staring at Neji with disinterest. "His love life is none of our business."

Shikamaru shrugged. "Alright, but don't let this affect your performance, Neji." He wasn't surprised when the Hyuuga male pointedly ignored him.

Sasuke rolled his dark eyes in annoyance. "Is there any other business we need to discuss?"

Neji pulled out a stack of cards from his notebook and handed them to Sasuke. "Shikamaru thought it'd be a good idea to do comment cards. See what we can do better and what the customers want to see."

"Depending on what they want we can base every week on a different theme and pick food to serve corresponding with it." Shikamaru said thoughtfully. "It'll make us seem more organized than we actually are, though doing all this will take a while with just three of us working on it. We should hire some people to fix up this place when we pick themes. We could also have costumes made specifically for this later on if you want."

Sasuke leaned against the wall and asked calmly, "How much is this going to cost us?"

"Depends on how much you want to do." Neji replied. "It's not like any of us is lacking funds, though I can see why you'd rather not spend your own money on something like this."

"Can we increase the fee and still have the kind of business we've been having?" Sasuke asked, looking at Neji first, then to Shikamaru.

The Nara put a hand on the back of his neck and sighed deeply. "Probably."

Neji nodded in agreement.

"Then do it."

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"So why are we doing this again?" Sakura asked, shouldering her slipping back pack again. She had a test in chemistry to study for and waiting in the middle of a hallway all afternoon wasn't going to do much for her grades. They'd been waiting for what seemed like forever and all the other girls who had been waiting with them were inside. "You, Tenten and Hinata can go to the host club without me—"

"It won't be as much fun without you, Sakura! Stop trying to get out of this," Ino hissed. "You're coming and that's final!"

The pink haired girl sighed.

"I-I don't think I w-want to do this . . ." Hinata muttered, chewing on her lower lip with wariness in her eyes.

The blonde in their group groaned. "Not you too! Don't you want to see Naruto?" Hinata instantly blushed a thousand shades of red and looked down. "I thought so."

"Don't force her to go with you, pig." Sakura said, exasperated.

"I told you not to call me that, fore head." Ino replied, rolling her eyes at the old, slightly-offensive-in-an-affectionate way nickname. "Where's Tenten?" On cue the sound of running feet hitting the polished marble floor echoed down the hallway and all three girls turned away from the door to see the last of their group coming up to them, bangs flying away from her face and back pack slipping off one shoulder. Ino clucked her tongue. "I thought you were going to skip out on us."

Tenten rolled her eyes. "You told me third music room on the fourth floor, not what building you guys would be in. I've been running all around the school trying to find this place!" She tried to catch her breath and fanned herself. "Next time tell me which building it is, ok?"

"Forehead—"

"Well now that she's here let's go in!" Sakura cried with false excitement. She mouthed a silent apology to Tenten and the brunette waved it off and muttered something about needing to exercise more. "Why don't you do the honors, Hinata?"

The Hyuuga girl swallowed and pushed open the door to the third music room.

Soft light filtered through and the smell of rose petals drifted to them. Kiba and Naruto appeared and both gave foxy grins. "Welcome!" they cried in unison.

Sakura, Ino and Tenten stared.

Hinata promptly fainted.

Welcome to the Konoha Academy Host Club.

We're glad you're here.

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