Notes at the bottom! Please enjoy this teaser/minichapter, and expect another chapter soon!

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Kaoru clapped twice. "Attention! Can I have your attention, please?"

The group of roughly fifteen guys and girls, seated in a rough circle within the classroom, dropped the sound level a few decibels, but conversation continued unabated.

"Um," Kaoru faltered. "Excuse me, everybody? Can we start?"

Still no noticeable shift of attention to the leader of the ragtag meeting. Kaoru looked at Hikaru helplessly.

Hikaru just shrugged. "Well, what can we do? They're Americans."

To punctuate his observation, a loud and irritated voice cut through the chatter and brought it grinding to a halt. "Oi, bitches! Shut the hell up!"

Everyone stopped talking.

Kaoru coughed slightly. "Thank you, Janae-tan."

"No problem." Janae leaned back in her chair smugly. "And don't call me that."

"Well then, I'd like to bring this first meeting of the Host Club to order." Kaoru shuffled through an untidy stack of papers. "First, let me remind you all that the club hours and weekly events will be posted on the website AND emailed in the monthly newsletter, which the club manager will be handling. Which brings us to our next item."

Hikaru cut in. "You all know Janae, of course. As the founders of this club, Kaoru and I have appointed her official club manager."

Polite applause for a few seconds, then silence.

Janae crossed her arms. "Hold up, Thing 2. I don't even want to be in this club. What makes you think I'll do your managing for you?"

"Because if you don't," smirked Hikaru, "we'll tell your mom you really WERE involved with the golf cart incident."

"That's both blackmail and perjury."

Kaoru grinned. "Not according to the photos I took of said incident."

Janae gaped. "You little bitch; I KNEW you two planned that whole thing."

"So, would you rather be in trouble, or in charge, Janae-tan?" Kaoru sing-songs.

"Consider me your TEMP manager. I've got too heavy a workload to bother with you for long."

Hikaru shrugged. "Suit yourself. Just keep in mind, we have the photo negatives as well."

"As manager, I move that you twins GET TO THE POINT."

"Right! The moment we've all been waiting for!" Kaoru swung to Hikaru. "Can I get a drumroll?"

Hikaru drummed his fingers on the table.

"Presenting the 2009 Catacombs Host Club! Please stand and strike a pose as you are introduced!"

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"Our Studious type, Scott Johnson!"

A boy who personifies the term "geek chic" stands, adjusts his wire-rimmed glasses and rakes a hand through his hair. The girls clap for him like seals in a fish factory. Yes, they even make seal noises while they do it.

"Our Enthusiastic type, Jake Wyler!"

An overeager looking blond guy (who is actually wearing a tie over his tee-shirt. Yes, for real) stands, throws a thumbs-up and winks to an invisible camera.

"Our Cool type, Austin Griffiths!"

Well, I'll admit, he IS pretty cool. He rises, props one leg behind the other and lifts a finger to his chin. Then he looks straight at me, and (oh, YES) quirks an eyebrow in such an endearing way that I almost get up and flying-hug-tackle him.

"Our Loner type, Del Beresma!"

Instead of standing, the lanky dude in the corner (yes, the corner of the circle. I have no idea how he pulled it off) kicks a leg out, laces his fingers behind his head, and sighs. Does it surprise any of you that he's a film major?

"And Hikaru and I are, of course, the Mischievous Twin Foreigner type." They stand, and with absolute perfect timing, link elbows, tilt their heads and raise the peace sign.

"Ladies, please keep in mind which guy you want for tomorrow's first social event. Sign-up sheet is on the seat near the door. Now if the lovely young women could leave, us guys have some business to discuss."

As the girls stand, chattering excitedly as they file out the door, Hikaru wags a finger. "Not you, Janae."

I laugh. "If you think I'm sticking around to listen to you guys talk about racks and asses, you're braindead.

"You have to," Kaoru says. "You're in charge."

"Oh, yeah? In that case, I give myself the day off. Toodles!"

"Aw, c'mon Nae, hang for a sec," Austin says.

Dammit, I hate myself so much. "Fine, but just for a sec. I'll be late for work study." I sit down again.

Once the last girl has exited, Jake begins to hoot. "Dude, this is retarded boss! Did you see those chicks? They are FINE!"

"This is off the hook!" Scott reaches over to high-five Jake.

"Okay, okay, okay. Get to the point, Kaoru." I don't have time for their girlish glee.

"Gentlemen, I would like to remind you that these aren't just clients who are paying for our services." Kaoru pulls a rose from his jacket. "They are also delicate young ladies with feelings, and you are, under no circumstances, to take advantage of them, understood?"

"Yeah, yeah, we get it," Del groans. "Can we go now?"

"You'd better get it," I inform him. "Because if you screw up, I'll present your head to the dean on a silver platter."

"Whatever, " he sighs.

I fix him with my best death glare. "I'm the manager, and I effing mean it, filmtard."

THAT makes him sit up. "Okay! Whatever!"

I smile pleasantly. "Great. I'll see you guys tomorrow. Dress nice, be sweet, and do exactly as I say, and you might actually make it."

"Yes, ma'am!" Jake salutes me.

"Rule one, Short Bus: NEVER do that again," I snap.

He shrinks away. "I got it. Okay."

"Oh, and rule two: no freebies. I don't care if your girlfriend is really super-duper special, NO ONE gets in without paying dues directly to me."

This makes Del groan, but he shuts up when I flip him the glare again.

"I'll no doubt see you two after work study," I direct to Hikaru and Kaoru. "So stay out of trouble until then."

"Hai, Janae-tan!" they chant.

"Don't call me that!" I say automatically, walking out the door.

Honestly. Guys are just too confusing to bother with.

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All six guys leaned over to watch Janae's hips wiggle as she exited the room.

As soon as the door had shut itself firmly, Jake pumped the air with his fist. "DAYUM, she's hot. A major bitch, but she's RED HOT."

"I'd smack that all night long," Scott grinned, reaching over to bump Jake's fist.

"So, does she have something going on with either of you, or what?" Austin pointed to the twins.

"All hands off Janae." Hikaru frowned. "Never mix business with pleasure."

"Whatever." Del yawns. "Can we go now?"

Kaoru's eyes glinted, and he slid Hikaru a look. "Not yet. Last order of business: we need to explore your personal roles as hosts."

"Huh?"

"For example, Hikaru and I use the twin thing in our act as part of our signature style. Since you all have different personalities, you need to explore which character you'll be while acting as a host."

Scott raised a tentative hand. "So, uh, since I'm the smart type, I act like a geek, or something?"

Hikaru cut in again. "Yes, but think geek-with-benefits. Like a sexy young college professor who seduces the young and innocent new freshmen."

"Oh." A devilish smile crept across Scott's face. "I can roll with that."

"What about me?" says Jake.

Kaoru reached into his stack of papers and pulled out a scribbled-upon notebook sheet. "I have some ideas right here. Let's go over them, shall we?"

"All right!" Austin slaps Jake a double high five. "Dude, this is the most epic thing EVER."

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Author's notes: Not the best I've done, but I felt like introducing the host club before the next JanaexTwin chapter. Hope you're enjoying it, and I should have a new chapter out in the next five days at the earliest. Thank you to everyone who has been reading so far and to those who give such positive feedback. I actually got a hallmate interested in this story talking about it during lunch and she's not even an Ouran fan! And always remember, I love you all. Kisses!