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The Ridiculous Job of a High School Host!

POV- Red

Okay, so I don't really know these juniors too well, but Gold and Silver seem like cool guys. They remind me a lot of Green and myself, except more like enemies than rivals or best friends to each other. …Well, I mean- wouldn't they be enemies? After all, Silver has been giving Gold a glare so full of hate during this second meeting that I even feel uncomfortable just watching them.

"…I've got the application, whatever the case! Now, let's see… first thing it's asking for is the 'Name of the Club'…" Gold paused, sitting back to think about possible names. Scratching the back of my spikey black hair with a sense that an argument would soon arise, I had a feeling that his ideas weren't going to be things that the rest of us would agree on.

Silver was able to tell, as well.

"If you put down some bullshit name to publicize to the school, you can bet that I'm quitting on the spot." Silver glared at Gold with his cold, silver eyes.

Gold twisted his mouth to the side, squinting as he sat with his legs pretzel-style on top of the coffee table.

"Hm… the 'MOFO Squad of Awesome'? No… the 'Samurais of Sexiness'? Nah… the 'Kickass Krewe of Lady-Killers'? No, no…"

"What the hell are those suggestions? We aren't naming a band, here." Green stated, reading a newspaper he'd obtained from Arceus knows where. My best friend sat in a desk chair he'd relocated to a corner on the side of the room with the couch and coffee table. He gave a look of annoyance over the top of the paper as he turned the page at Gold. Silver didn't look amused, either.

"I agree with the senior;" Silver said almost in pain for some reason, "Those suggestions are just plain stupid."

Gold looked indignant. "Well, I don't see YOU coming up with anything!" He retorted, chucking the black pen he was using at Silver. The silver-eyed redhead caught the pen with ease. His irritation was obvious, despite his seemingly expressionless face.

Silver stood, deftly flinging the pen at Gold's forehead and successfully hitting his mark, which was followed by a sharp "OW!" from the target.

"I'm done with this shit. I can't believe that I even stayed this long." Silver growled, starting towards the door.

Worried that things were getting way out of hand, I finally stepped in.

"Wait! Silver, hold on! You guys are making this too complicated…!" I called, stopping him in his tracks. The two juniors looked at me in surprise, giving me their full attention. Even Green, his leafy green eyes refusing to display an ounce of his emotion, paused to look over his newspaper and listen.

With the three pairs of eyes on me, I cleared my throat softly.

"What's wrong with going about this in a straightforward manner? Why not just call it 'Pokémon Special Academy's High School Host Club'? C'mon guys, you're making this way too dramatic." I said with a smile. Gold looked as though he'd been blinded.

"Ah! Too… much… main protag… purity…!" He wheezed loudly, covering his eyes in my direction, and dramatically acted as though his energy was slowly being sapped away by leech seed. Silver swiftly kicked him off of the coffee table, causing Gold give a quick yell before hitting the ground. I winced at the sound.

Green relocated his eyes to the newspaper, but still commented. "'PSAHSHC'? Way too long. But it sounds better than 'Samurais of Sexiness'."

"C'mon, reconsi-!" Gold was silenced by a kick to the face from Silver. There was no mercy being shown whatsoever... I felt kinda sorry for the black haired junior. I looked over the table and saw him twitching and groaning in pain.

"What about PokeSpe High School Host Club? Still a bit long, but it's better than this idiot's ideas." Silver suggested, wiping his shoe clean on the carpet after using it on Gold's face. Gold made a pathetic whining noise, similar to one that a small child wanting a toy or candy would make after just being turned down with a deft whap to the behind.

"PSHSHC...? That's still way too long. And it still sounds dumb." Green commented, looking over his paper pointedly into some sort of unseen camera. I couldn't help feeling concerned, like he was picking a fight with an invisible force that shouldn't be reckoned with- if he knew what was good for him-

Gold surged upwards, jumping up to his feet, and pointed accusingly at Green.

"Well then, 'senpai', since you obviously know better, why don't YOU come up with the damned name?!" Gold said angrily. Green's eyes gazed over the impulsive junior as if he wasn't there and then came to rest over on Silver and me.

"What is wrong with just called it the Host Club? It's just a damned name, you morons. It really isn't so important that you have to spend this much time on it." Green let out an annoyed sigh, returning to read the paper once more. Silver and I looked away in casual embarrassment to our over-dramatized brain-storming, but Gold groaned loudly.

"BUT THAT'S BOOOORI-"

Thud.

Gold was knocked out on the floor again by Silver. Super effective! It's a one-hit K.O.!

Snatching the paper off of the table and swiping the pen from next to the 'fainted' Gold, Silver proceeded to take matters into his own hands. He took a seat next to me on the couch and used the coffee table as a hard surface to write on. Silver jotted down "Host Club" in the first blank.

"Alright, next is the 'Purpose of the Club'..." Silver trailed off, becoming silent as he stared at the paper. He looked over and gave me a stoic look that somehow also seemed very helpless.

I wasn't too sure either, but I tried to piece it together from what I understood.

"It's meant for... uh... entertaining the young ladies of the school, right? B-but not in the bad way!" I corrected myself, trying not to unintentionally sound offensive. I heard Gold snicker under the table.

"Yes, Red… entertain them ladies." Gold chuckled, making heat rush to my cheeks- go away, visions of myself lap-dancing on Misty-

"Like you'd be able to come up with a better wording, Gold. Stop traumatizing the senior." Silver rolled his eyes, but didn't write down my suggestion. I shook my head roughly, getting the image out of my head to continue with our actual problem... Silver stared at the blank a little longer, squinting his eyes at it.

"How do we phrase it without sounding... erm..." I too stared at the blank. It was intimidating, like looking into the eyes of a territorial fearow...

"Like prostitutes?" Green finished for me, raising an eyebrow from over his paper.

"Yeah, without sounding like... prostitutes." I said, the final word falling weirdly. Gold snickered again, finally sitting up to join us once more.

"Ahhh... Red, you're precious. But this is definitely a job for me." Gold said, wiping away a tear. He hopped up, stretched for a second, and then snatched the paper and pen from Silver, taking a seat on a computer lab desk. Laying the paper down onto the desk, he scribbled something in the second blank, and then promptly held it before himself.

"'For the purpose of honing our skills as gentlemen and practicing good etiquette and manners by inviting the young women of the school to be our guests. Almost like holding tea parties.'" Gold read aloud in a very smooth and "charming" voice, flashing a grin after he finished speaking. Silver and I processed it at the same time.

"Well... actually..." I began.

"..." Silver didn't articulate his comment. But Green lowered his paper to his lap, looking Gold dead in the eyes.

"...it works. It could still be twisted to sound weird, but I don't think that they could argue too much against it. It also sounds like we could be 'benefitting society' and part of the school population with it, so why not?" After his commentary, he lifted the paper back to its former position and continued to read.

Gold grinned happily. "Excellent! Even Greenie likes it! Moving on~!"

Silver tilted his head downwards and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"'Names of a minimum of five members..." Gold stopped, and looked up at us.

"Uh-oh." I said, noting our lacking number of bodies.

"Shit." Silver cursed, dreading the thought of another person in the secluded room.

"Hey, hey! We've got this! Green can get one of his other bros to join us!" Gold looked over at Green expectantly.

"Nope. They're all too busy. Or annoying. And we don't need any more annoying people crammed into this space." He responded. Gold turned to me next.

"How 'bout senior Red? I'm sure you have tons of cool guys you could ask. You're pretty popular in the school, after all."

I shrugged, running my fingers through my messy bangs. "It's pretty much like Green. They're all in intensive athletic stuff, and don't have time for another club. Or they really wouldn't be into this..." I thought about it for a moment. What kinda guy really would be right off the bat…? Then I looked at Gold and answered my own question.

Silver blinked.

"That's right, aren't you super athletic, too? How're you able to have enough free time...?" He asked, his silver eyes watching my reaction. I chuckled awkwardly.

"Heh, well... Green and I used to be on a couple of different teams, one of his being an academic one, but... after our first meeting with you two, we've decided that we'd rather just enjoy our final year with an activity that won't completely consume our energy. We want to have fun, but still be able to relax." I smiled, exchanging a quick glance with Green. It was true, since we'd just been talking about how since our teams were about to start back up again that it'd just be the same old routine... And in all honesty, Green and I didn't have many close guy friends besides each other. Sure, Brock is a good friend of mine too, but Green and I are only really close to our friend Blue in our class. We don't hang out like we used to, but she always makes sure to pester us every so often.

Gold stared at the blank, tapping the pen on his chin.

"Hrm..."

"What about you and Silver? Don't you have any other close male friends?" Green asked Gold. His golden eyes avoiding eye contact, the rash junior laughed heartily.

"Hah! But of course, everyone thinks that I'm cool in our grade." Gold responded, puffing his chest up. Silver remained silent, avoiding eye contact as well.

Green and I exchanged another look.

"That sounds rather suspicious." Green remarked. Gold looked indignant.

"I'll have you know that I could get us at least seven new members by tomorrow if I wanted to!" He responded, practically shouting and waving about his fist.

Green narrowed his eyes.

"Then why don't you?"

"B-because! They're busy guys, and not all of them hold the right 'Potential'!" Gold tried to hide the defensive look upon his face. I agreed with Green- the guy was acting incredibly suspicious. Green's gaze was unwavering.

"I'm sure you have at least one friend that isn't busy. What about you, Sil-"

"I only talk to Gold because he's a pest. Otherwise, I don't talk to people."

So blunt!

"That's a lie! You talk to me because you know I'm awesome. And what about Crys and Soul? And BLUE? Hmmmm?" Gold countered Silver's statement.

"Fine. Blue, Crystal, and Soul count. But you still don't." Silver curtly re-countered.

Wait, he knows Blue?

"Oh, you know Blue, too?" I asked, which made Silver's head whip around quickly. He nodded.

"Childhood friends."

"Tch. That woman's pesky." Green shook his head, his voice holding more emotion for once. Green doesn't like to display emotion if he doesn't think it's worth it. Unless he's really bothered by something. And whenever Blue talks to us, she's usually messing with Green the most- or at least always aggravating him- and she can really get him riled up.

Silver glared at Green, and the two locked eyes. For a moment, I was slightly afraid that something terrifying would happen, but then Gold broke the tension.

"We also need a sponsor or supervisor of some sort. They don't need to always be at our meetings, but they've gotta be there in case our club needs representation by a faculty member for some shitty reason or another. Plus, it's a requirement on the sheet…" Gold waved the paper in a careless manner in front of him.

Silver and Green stopped their "glare down" and contemplated possibilities. Someone who could sponsor...

"Oh, what about the librarians? Since they're already here." I suggested.

"Would they agree to something like this?" Green asked. Silver shrugged.

"As long as we don't get so loud that we disrupt the people in the library, we should be fine. If anything, we could ask to borrow a Pokémon that knows a move that could contain the noise. So they may. I could ask them."

"Okay, then we can see about that. But we still have the fifth member issue." I said, resting my elbow on my knee and my head in that hand.

"I thought that was Gold's job?" Green raised an eyebrow, challenging Gold. The energetic junior took the bait.

"Yes, I am getting us that fifth person! But they must be able to fit a solid, yet different role than the rest of us!" Gold demanded, slamming his fist down onto the desk where he sat.

"Role? What are you talking about?" Silver asked, voicing my similar confusion.

"I'm talking about our Host Roles! C'mon, Silv! Senior Red's the happy-go-lucky, athletic type. Senior Green's the cool, intelligent type. You're the silent, mysterious type. And I'm the sexy, mischievous type." Gold ended with a wink. I face-palmed.

"Mysterious...?" The redhead inquired, confused.

Gold shook his head, "tut-tut"ing Silver.

"Just trust me, Silv. We're fitting some major role varieties, here! And the ladies love personality varieties. After all, they each have their own individual tastes." He gave a wink.

Silver shuddered at this.

Green rolled his eyes. "Whatever, just get us the member by tomorrow, okay? It's nearly the weekend, and if we want to get the club going, we can't wait much longer into the year..."

Gold waved him off. "Yeah yeah, I know! You got yourself a promise!"

POV- Gold

Taking the long route, I wasn't too eager to reach home that Thursday afternoon, so I stopped by Turtleshell Pond. It's closer to my house- although making my journey even longer. But I don't really give a shit. It holds precious memories for younger Gold, okay? Back when family trips were a thing, and everything was worry-free... All that sappy crap that makes me want to gag.

Exiting the hidden short-cut through one of the small patches of woods preserved in town, I stopped at the edge of the trees overlooking the pond, my bag over my shoulder and my jacket in the crook of my other elbow. Created to be a playground for the wild Pokémon that lived in town and for casual fishing, it was a well-cared for pond with clear waters and a nice turtle shell themed structure in the middle. Super chill. Today, a pack of woopers were playing around on the structure, and there was a kid fishing in the shade. For once wanting to avoid social encounters, I made my way down into the grass and around the pond, taking a seat on the blue bench by the roots of the cherry blossom tree creating shade for the fisher- but making sure to stay a certain radius away to draw as little attention as possible to myself.

The refurbished bench was sleek, but still held the old shape and memories from times passed. Alone and flooded with sentimental feelings, I placed my bag on the end of the bench as a pillow, and laid across to look up and examine the leaves and branches hanging above me. My shoes were kicked off, my jacket had dropped to the ground, and my sleeves were rolled up to the elbows.

And so I began to contemplate life.

Counting leaves, petals, and branches of the dark brown bark against fresh pink that rustled softly, I had to think about the bigger picture before I could focus on the smaller one. I thought about my future. Girls. My family. The guys. What I really want from all of this. Y'know, all that good stuff.

After about ten minutes or so, checking my phone to note the time passage, I looked over at the small fellow fishing, who scratched his head as though he could almost sense my gaze upon him. Lazily watching as he reeled in an empty hook, my unfocused golden eyes followed as it was expertly tossed back out into the waters. I quietly observed the peaceful scene until my eyes came to rest on the familiar jacket next to the kid. It was... a high school jacket? From my school?

He was perfect!

Practically falling off of the bench as I scrambled to my feet, I tried to see if I could recognize him. He looked like a first year from his small frame. With a relaxed air that was similar yet very distinct from Red's, he seemed to be the cute, quiet type that would be a perfect addition to our team. Even if he didn't agree to be a host, he could at least be our errand boy or something- we just really needed one more member to fit the requirements. If anything, he could maybe fit the Shota role...

Fixing my composure, I strolled confidently down closer to the pond, the springy grass cushioning my feet and toes. As I approached him, he finally sensed my presence, and blinked in surprise.

I cleared my throat loudly.

"Hello there, friend," I said, sticking my hand out to him as a gesture of kindness. "I have a proposition for you."

The small kid looked at me quizzically.

"Uh, I'm sorry... who are you?" He blinked his golden brown hazel eyes at me innocently, and it made me even more excited about his potential. He was like a stereotypical bug catcher in looks, but had the makings of a humble future fisherman- bah, those details don't matter. What does matter is that girls would find him to be simply adorable.

"I'm Gold." Grinning, I took a seat next to him with the utmost swag- until something crunched underneath me. Annoyed that something threw off my groove, I quickly moved to the side to take whatever was underneath my kingly ass and chucked it angrily into the water. The small kid's eyes widened with alarm as it made a small plop.

"Uh, excuse me, but what did you-" I silenced the kid by putting my arm around his shoulder to explain to him his fantastic new club that he will be dedicating his high school life to. His face reddened slightly, eyes still wide with shock about what all was going on.

"Man, you are one lucky guy! For because you just so happen to possess what I consider to be the 'Potential', you are now a member of the Host Club!" I informed him, waving my hand across the horizon to show him the beautiful vision before us. Unfortunately, he wasn't very imaginative.

"Oh, no!" He exclaimed, staring down into the water. Disappointed in his lack of enthusiasm, I took his head in my hand and forced him to look upwards. His cheeks squished forward in my grasp.

"Don't you see, kid? You're going to be a part of the what will be best thing at our high school- no, in the whole town!" I cried, my eyes practically sparkling with joy. However, he was determined to keep looking down at the waters.

"L-look down! There's something...!" Agitated at his continuous interruptions, I finally looked down at the pond to see humongous ripples forming, steadily growing larger in magnitude. Now my eyes widened in shock.

"Wh-what is THAT?!" I interjected, my voice nearly cracking. The guy and I hurriedly backed a little ways away from the water, his hands still firmly on his fishing pole. He looked over at the grass where I'd sat.

"I-I think you might've knocked one of my spare rare candies into the pond...!" The guy stuttered, starting to quickly reel in his fishing line.

"Oh, shit! Are there any Magikarp in there?!"

"Y-yeah, I caught a couple earlier..." He responded, his eyes not leaving the pond.

Panicking, we watched for whatever had found the candy to emerge.

The ripples had now transformed into large waves, and the woopers were noisily evacuating their play area.

The pond now rumbling, the guy and I flinched as we were sprayed with water, whatever creature breaking through the surface.

"LUUUUDICOLO!"

"A ludicolo?!" We exclaimed at the same time, utterly surprised.

Ludicolo screeched loudly, shooting out of the water to land on the very top of the turtleshell structure. It commenced dancing a jig.

"LUDI LUDI LUDI~!"

Damned dancing, Mexican pineapple... Hey, didn't I read somewhere that they appear when children sing on hiking trips?

Fucking pediphile.

"I'd thought that a rare candy was knocked in! What the hell happened? What did I throw in there?!" I asked the kid, who was sighing in relief that we weren't dealing with a gyarados. He hurried over to the grass that we'd jumped away from, and held up to me a mushed piece of candy.

"Well, it wasn't the rare candy..." He told me.

"Then what was it? How do lombre evolve again?" I tried racking my brain, but it was still trying to recover from the ever-recent mind explosion that took place.

"I don't remember... Isn't it with a stone of some sort? Actually... I remember finding something interesting by the water when I first arrived. I put it near my other scavenged items for later." He chuckled awkwardly, realizing that he'd completely forgotten about the possibility of what the stone he'd found would be capable of. Geez, he sounded a lot like Red. I bet they'd get along...

It suddenly struck me that I didn't know the guy's name.

"Hey, wait. What's your name? You know mine, but I don't know yours, Straw Hat Guy."

He lifted his straw hat, and looked at me from under his blonde bangs.

"Oh, my name's Yellow." He responded with a small smile. The innocence emanating from him was immense. Definitely Shota material.

I gasped, recognizing the name.

"Ohhh, you're that new transfer student guy! Didn't you come from a small school in the country, or something?"

Yellow nodded, but before he could say anything else to me, a loud screeching from our old ludicolo friend rang around the pond.

We covered our ears in response. Shivers went down my spine, and when I looked I found that the ludicolo was angrily making its way down the structure and towards us.

"LUDI, LUDICOLO!

Unsure of what the hell to do since I'd left my pokéballs and billiard cue at home, I frantically glanced over at Yellow to see what he could possibly have to counter this.

Overcome by a sudden calmness, Yellow took his fishing pole and hooked an empty pokéball from his pocket onto the line, holding the attached pokéball in one hand and the rod in his other, his eyes closed in concentration.

He looked like he knew what he was doing, and yet he looked completely crazy- especially since that ludicolo was coming straight at us, speeding through the waters.

"LUUUUUDIIII...!"

Just as the ludicolo was surfacing from the waters and reaching the bank, Yellow's eyes flashed open and he casted his fishing pole deftly, the pokéball hitting the center of ludicolo's hat/lilly pad thing with insane accuracy. The aggravated Pokémon disappeared into the ball, and it shook a few times before remaining still on the grass. I released the breath that I had not realized I had been holding, and Yellow approached the now contained ludicolo, holding its pokéball in his hands.

Still not sure what was going on and yet incredibly intrigued, I watched as he once more closed his eyes while he held the ball. Suddenly, he opened them again, with a look of understanding now upon his face. He smiled kindly to the ludicolo.

"I'm sorry, you just wanted attention, huh? It's not easy living without much recognition. And you were really looking forward to evolving too..." Yellow, who was acting as though he had some sort of mental disease, wrapped up the whole scene by releasing the beast right back into the pond. Scratch that- I'd actually found a druggie.

"What the HELL are you doing?!" I cried, unable to take much more. The ludicolo retreated farther into the pond to swim, and Yellow looked back at me drowsily.

"It's all good..." He mumbled, before yawning and collapsing onto his knees.

This was absolutely great. I was stuck with the young psychopath/druggie out cold on the grass, his stuff and bag splayed out as well, and no idea anything about the kid. It was getting late, too. I checked the time- gah, already 5:30!?

"You damned retard...! You're probably secretly a heavy druggie, augh..."

Gathering both his things and mine together, I carried the two bags with the handles resting around my elbows, and carried Yellow piggyback-style back to my house, grateful that he was so light... Yeah, I still complained the whole way there.

But I shut up after 'his' hat fell off.

My mom was totally cool with Yellow crashing on our couch until she woke up, which she did- just in time for dinner. Yeah, I found out when her hat fell of that I'd been talking to a girl that whole time. Straw Hat Guy was actually Straw Hat Gal... who woulda thought? It really threw me off (and made heat rush to my cheeks- but it was merely a momentary reaction to the surprise, is all), especially considering that she's wearing the male version of the school uniform. Underneath her hat, she'd kept her long blonde ponytail hidden, which I didn't understand at all. Well, there was a lot that I didn't understand about her. But... despite her gender, we still really needed at least one more member.

Around the table at dinner, my mom and I questioned our unusual guest.

"So what grade are you in, dear?" My mom began, cutting her pork chop with a steak knife.

"Oh, I'm a third year." She replied, attempting to cut her pork chop with a fork. I did a spit take, spraying my carbonated drink off to the side.

"WHAT! But... I thought that you were a first year?!" I exclaimed, unable to believe my eyes. First he's a girl, now he's older than me? What else did I get wrong- does she actually have brown hair? Is that a wig? How many more lies lie before me?!

I silenced my internal screaming as Yellow sheepishly smiled in a cute and innocent manner. "No, sorry. I'm a third year. It's okay, though. I get that a lot."

Considering her appearance, she probably faces misunderstandings all the time. I empathized with her a little bit. Actually... she really fit the role of the one girl in the anime. What's her name, Haruhi? That chick. She wasn't the boyish Lolita, but the natural. Hm… maybe I could make use of this.

"So wait, why're you wearing the guy uniform?" I asked, still incredibly confused. My mother whacked the back of my hand.

"Ow!"

"That's rude to ask, and even ruder to say with food in your mouth!" My mother scolded me. I ignored her, rolling my eyes.

Yellow gave a nervous laugh, probably not sure how to process how she ended up in this awkward situation of having dinner at a stranger's house that you just met that day after blacking out for Arceus knows why. Or maybe just because she's naturally a bit awkward like that. Wait. Did she even know why she blacked out...?

"Well, I just moved here because of a sudden familial issue, so now I'm staying here with my Uncle. For some reason the school didn't have any female uniforms in stock when I enrolled, so I offered to just wear these for now. To me, this is much more comfortable than a skirt, anyway... But I won't correct people if they mistake my gender." She explained, finally using her knife- but the blunt side. My mother made a small gesture to flip the knife, and Yellow gratefully listened, finally cutting into the meat.

"Well, you're welcome to come and visit whenever you like. The family Pokémon certainly like you." She gave a small chuckle. "You know, Gold's never brought a girl home before." Both Yellow and I nearly choked on our food at this, but Mom just gave her deceivingly sweet and innocent smile. Yellow's face was a tamato berry.

"I-It's not...!" Yellow stuttered.

"MOM," I began, but she merely held up her hand for me to stop. She dabbed at her mouth with her napkin before addressing our guest once more.

"Yellow, honey, where exactly do you live? If it's far off, Gold can come with you. Actually, at this hour, he probably should regardless." Mom's motherly instincts were overboard, per usual. Yellow thought for a moment.

"I'm sorry, but I don't really know where exactly yet... I just got here. But I do know Uncle's phone number." Yellow told us, taking her first bite of the pork chop. An expression of delight formed on her face.

"Thif ith goefd!"

"Don't speak with food in mouth, please."

"Tharrfy.."

"Yellow, sweetie..."

"Pfft. Nieffe"

"Gold, you still have food in your mouth, too!"

And so Yellow stayed until the end of dinner, after which I walked her home- which is only ten minutes away. Forcing her to sign her name on our club application before she shut the door, I successfully returned home to hurried complete my homework and then get some sleep for tomorrow.

POV- Red

"Ms. Shauntal, the head librarian that's usually in the back writing, will be our sponsor. I just need to bring her the form so that she can sign her name." Silver informed us as soon as Gold had finally reached the room, making everyone present. He'd brought a small guy with him, too. The newbie wore a rather large straw hat that hid his blonde hair, not including his bangs. I feel like I've seen him before somewhere, though... ah right! I aided the small guy while he was trying to reach the pudding on the back of the top shelf at lunch once. He only responded with a timid "thanks" before leaving, but he seemed nice.

Gold clapped his hands together. "Perfect! Go take it to her, Gingy." He thrust the paper into Silver's hands and then turned his attention to Green and I, pulling the new guy in front of him. The short blonde stared at his feet, fidgeting under the gazes upon him.

I waved at him, trying to be friendly and help him feel more welcome.

"Hi, I'm Red!" I told him, making eye contact. For some reason this made the guy even more nervous, and he quickly looked away from me. It was a bit confusing.

"This is Yellow. He's going to be our fifth member for now. He's too shy to be a host, so he'll help out with side work for now. We may talk him into hosting later on, though." Gold explained. He had on a triumphant smirk as he leaned on the tiny Yellow's shoulder. Green, not having a newspaper on him this time, observed from his usual seating with his legs crossed and a very judging stare directed at Gold.

"You bullied him into this, didn't you?" Green accused right off the bat.

Gold protectively held Yellow away from the green-eyed blunt force. "Green, I am hurt! He came here voluntarily!" He said, patting Yellow roughly on the back. This slightly startled the smaller boy, causing him to clutch his hat for security.

Blinking, the small guy took in his surroundings, opening up a little bit.

"So... what exactly are we doing here...?" He asked, turning to Gold.

"We are the Host Club! Officially open for business next Wednesday. Tell all of your lady friends to come and support us." Gold winked. Green and I exchanged surprised looks

"Whoa, hold on there. We're open for business so soon? We don't even know what the hell we're supposed to do, nor how we'll pull it off. We're not prepared at all! We don't even have any funds to provide for refreshments and snacks." Green sat up, irritated at Gold's lack of preparation.

Gold folded his arms, no longer leaning on Yellow. He narrowed his eyes at Green.

"Well, why don't you be our Kyoya? Er, our financial position? The Treasurer! You get to organize how we get our funds and let us know what's possible."

Green narrowed his eyes as well.

"Fine. But you better push the date back to next Friday." Green compromised gruffly.

"Sure, sure. Speaking of positions, Red! You will be our publicist. Yellow can help you out as his temporary errand boy position." Gold shoved Yellow towards me, and the small guy nearly fell on me as he stumbled forward.

"Uh... publicity? What do you want me to do?" I asked, a little wary.

"You need to hang posters and shit. We have to get girls in the door somehow. Go to all the different bulletin boards around the school. Talk to any girls asking them to stop by if you can. But of course, tell them to come next Friday." The golden-eyed, self-appointed President ordered us, now taking a seat on a computer desk. "Hey, what's taking Silv so long?"

"Okay, so what you want Yellow and I to write on these... posters?" I inquired, trying to clarify as much as possible.

Gold seemed to be losing himself in a train of thought. "...But then we all still need to be educated in how to entertain them, as well as honing our different role presentations... Dammit. Oh, the posters? Keep 'em simple. 'The Host Club will be open for business this Friday at 3:30pm, open to all of the young ladies of the student body, in the old computer room in the library. Come and visit with some of the coolest guys in the school to share a snack and a chat.' Something like that. Don't explain it more than that, just verbally tell people that they should come because they'll have a helluva experience." Gold looked around, spotting his bag and snatching it. He dug inside, pulling out a notebook and a pencil and began to jot some things down.

Hearing the sound of a closing door, we were notified of Silver's return. He looked unsettled, but held the completed form in his hand.

"Great! Silv, you're gonna be our VP, and figure out point systems, as well as supervising everyone's shit. Pretty much being my personal errand boy, too. Oh! And you're in charge of making the food for Friday. Now, go turn in that form!" Gold shooed him away, and Silver mumbled angrily as he once again left the room.

With Gold writing and talking to himself and Green busily working something out on his phone, I turned to Yellow.

"Well, we might as well get started... Know a good place for poster paper?"
"We could try the art room..." He replied, tugging at his sleeves and still refusing to make eye contact.

"Cool, let's go!"

It was finally Friday, the first day of the club's business. Gold decided that the theme would be, "a classic fancy approach", so we all just wore formal wear- nice button-up shirts and slacks, with ties corresponding to our names (because for some strange reason, we all happen to be named after colors...). Yellow was in charge of serving, wearing a nice pair of slacks, a white button-up shirt, a nice yellow bowtie, and a black paperboy hat. I didn't really understand his liking of hats so much, but he still looks nice in them.

For different foods and decorations that required money, we had to contribute our own until the club was able to earn enough to fund itself. Green planned on doing so by having the guests buy their own drinks and snacks from what Silver made. Keeping it simple, the poor guy only made three different desserts- cookies, bonbons, and vanilla cupcakes. The drink options were water or lemonade. The dishes were acquired from whatever Gold, Green, and I could borrow from our houses. Silver and Yellow weren't allowed to contribute for their own reasons.

The decor was simple: small vases with a single flower in each, and tablecloths covering the desks. We reorganized the room so that three of the computer desks were organized to make a barrier at the entrance, also creating a small section for the desserts and drinks for Yellow to serve (all crammed onto one table, storing the dusty desktops underneath it) and a larger section with the couch and coffee table as well as the other three computer desks to be stations for Gold, Silver, Green, and me. The couch area, which would be manned by me, had two chairs added to the set up around the old coffee table. The other three areas had at least six chairs at each.

Since school ended at 3:00pm, we made sure that everything was ready within thirty minutes, and Gold informed us in a hushed, excited voice whenever more girls lined up by the door. By the time we opened, at least six were nervously waiting to enter, and at 3:30 on the dot, Yellow began to have them sign in. Silver had created a sheet for the guests to write their names and the host they requested for the day, as a way to keep track of the business.

The first couple of girls looked like anxious first years, who were surprisingly escorted over to Silver. I caught a few words of the beginning of their chat.

"H-hello, senior Silver..." The dark-haired and tan first year squeaked. The other one- a blonde with pigtails- speechlessly nodded. Silver, keeping in mind the advice given from Gold and his personal research, calmly kept his stoic look and nodded back.

"Good afternoon. Please take a seat, ladies." He told them, gesturing to the two seats in front of him. The two girls exchanged excited glances, blushing, and eagerly took seats in front of their host.

Somehow, I still couldn't believe that we actually signed up to do this. Especially considering each of us. Sure, Gold made sense. He flirts on a daily basis. I personally am not really one that would do this type of thing... but Green and Silver? It was incredibly bizarre that they would participate, let alone associate themselves with this club whatsoever.

The next two girls (I guess most of them didn't want to come in alone?) Yellow ushered over to me. They looked more mature than the previous two, but I didn't recognize them from my grade, so I guessed that they must be second years. They giggled as they approached me.

I smiled, trying to apply what I'd learned from our host crash course the day before, as well.

"Hello there, ladies. What are your names?" I said, gesturing to the seating around me. One of them took a seat in the chair to my right. The other, more bold, sat on the couch on my right side.

"I'm Ayane." The girl on the chair said, blushing.

"And I'm Kita." The one beside me beamed.

There was a small silence from all three of us, for none of us knew what to say. However, they both giggled every time I fidgeted uncomfortably under their...adoring gazes? It seemed like it, which really threw me off. They wouldn't stop staring at me with silly grins on their faces. Only after the next two girls were escorted over to Green did I finally clear my throat to break the silence.

"So, uh... what would you two like to talk about today?" I asked, rubbing the back of my head. They simultaneously giggled. Kita, a redhead with long hair and freckles, responded.

"Well, senior Red, we'd like to hear about you. Tell us a story from your childhood! What were you like back then?" Their eyes seemed to sparkle with interest, bordering an image of hungry poochyeenas looking at a slab of meat. I don't understand why that analogy popped into my mind, but I tried not to linger on the thought.

I chuckled, thinking back to my childhood mischief.

"I was a cheeky little kid... not quite as bad as Gold, but I certainly landed myself into some trouble." I began, slowly becoming more comfortable as I talked. "This was back before I knew Green or about Professor Oak, only that the Professor was a bit off his rocker at the time. Obviously, y'know, before he was famous..." I chuckled to myself, and then checked to see how the girls were reacting. From the looks on their faces, they seemed to be hanging onto every word I spoke, watching me intently. They nodded for me to go on.

"...Well, I'd heard that he was off his rocker, but I'd also heard that he knew his stuff when it came to Pokémon. So one day, I mustered up the courage to visit him. His lab, Green's house, and my house are all out farther away from the center of town, in a more rural, open area. It's not a poor area, just more open. Lots of hills. It's great for kids and Pokémon to romp around in. But, yeah! Little eleven year old me tried ringing his doorbell. But for some reason, the Professor must've been out, and when I tried the door, it was unlocked... So I snuck in. The lights were off, and I couldn't see much at all... and unfortunately, when I was wandering around and trying to explore, that's just when the Professor happened to come back and shout, 'Thief!', and surprised me so much that I tripped and released all of the Pokémon in his lab! Kinda ridiculous that he has a button that allows for that." The girls laughed at this, smiling as I spoke. Another girl had joined our circle, listening intently as well.

About this time, Yellow had come by to take orders.

"What would you ladies like?" He asked, displaying the three different dessert choices upon a makeshift tray out of a black plastic storage bin. The three girls each took a different option, making it easier for the hard-working Yellow. He gave a sigh of relief and took their drink orders, hurrying over to the table to retrieve their refreshments and return to us.

"Would you like anything as well, Red...?" The small blonde huffed, but still had much energy.

"I'll take a water, please. Thank you for working so hard for us!" I told him with a smile. The small boy turned red from embarrassment. He nodded before dashing off to obtain my drink and placing it in front of me. I took a cool sip from the icy water, soothing my throat. With newfound energy, I continued my story.

"So then, while all of the Pokémon- there had to be at least a hundred of them- were scattered about and escaping through the open door and window, the Professor shouted at me: 'You little scoundrel! Help me round them up this instant!'. It really didn't help the 'off his rocker' image for me. I agreed to help, incredibly embarassed, and it took us over three hours to complete the job. Lemme tell ya, the Professor had me doing most of the work! But afterwards, he gave me some advice and let me keep his bulbasaur. I still have Saur today, and he's grown into a strong venasaur." I ended the story on that happy note, and the girls clapped vigorously. Even Yellow had stayed to hear the story, but scurried off as soon as he'd realized it was the end and the other hosts and guests may want to be served.

"Tell us another one, senior Red!" The newest girl excitedly said.

"Tell us a story about you and Green as kids! Were you always such good friends?" Kita asked.

Excited that they happened to find my story interesting, I sat up straight on the couch.

"Well, actually, we used to despise each other a lot... I can't tell you how many fights we used to have on the playground..."

As I made the girls giggle once again, I continued on as the time flew by...

At 4:30, Yellow made the announcement that the Host Club was now closed for the day. Whining and disappointed, all of the girls that had come one by one paid for their snacks and drinks to Green before leaving, and once all of them had filed out, the exhausted Yellow closed the door, leaning against it and sliding down to sit on the floor.

I sank into the old couch, Silver laid his head face-down on his desk, Gold was leaning back in his chair and had his feet propped up on his desk, and Green filed away all of the funds into an organized money case, making calculations as he filed.

"Whew... that was crazy..." I said, tired for some reason. I guess entertaining girls is much more work than it seems.

Silver made a grunt in agreement, too fried to lift his head. Gold was grinning with satisfaction.

"So, thoughts? How did everyone do? Yellow, read us the numbers!" Gold commanded, taking a gulp of lemonade. Still leaning against the door, Yellow reached his hand up on top of the table, grabbing the sign-in sheet wearily and glancing over at the names.

"Well, Silver had three girls... Red had three...Green had four... and Gold had two. So we had twelve visitors in all today." He finished, putting the paper back onto the table after his report. Gold nearly fell out of his chair.

"What?! I had the least? Oh, come on... this is bullshit!" Gold complained, bringing his chair legs back to the ground and slamming his fists onto his desk. This caused the vase and flower on his desk to vibrate. "I'm still curious, though. What did you guys talk about? I need to know so we have an idea on what to work with." Gold said, rubbing his hands together.

I answered him first.

"I just told them stories from childhood the whole time."

Gold muttered something under his breath about "the natural".

Silver finally lifted his head, his face very dark- probably from too much socializing compared what he's used to.

"First they asked me about what I do in my spare time. None of their business. Then it was about my favorite foods. Why the hell do they want to know that? But then one of them asked me about if I knew anything special about Pokémon since I read so much. It's not what I read primarily, but I do know a lot about trading, so I informed them about that. They seemed to like it." Silver had a look of mixed confusion on his face, as though he'd just woken up from a dream consisting of fire, death, singing, and cute things all mixed into one. If that could capture his expression well enough. The redhead shuddered.

"What about you, Green?" I asked, turning to my best friend who was finishing up his calculations. He had his reading glasses on, making him look even more official.

He clicked a few buttons on a calculator before looking up from his work.

"First I had them tell me about themselves. After that, one of them asked how my hair works. Then I told them about how my brother died."

All of us were dumbfounded.

"What the hell?!" Gold exclaimed, unable to believe that Green had just said that.

I blinked. "I didn't know that you had a brother...!"

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. But I certainly killed some time like that. And they seemed intrigued." Green responded, returning to his calculations. We were all speechless until Gold blurted his tactic.

"I flirted with them the whole time. I told a story about how I saved Silver's ass once too, but mostly it was me flirting." Gold grinned, clearly satisfied with how he'd spent his time.

Silver, Yellow, and I sighed, not surprised in the least.

"Honestly, I can't believe this is actually something that we put on. And people came to." Silver commented, resting his head in his hands.

"No kidding. This is pretty ridiculous, if you think about it..." I agreed.

Green stopped, removing his glasses and setting them in his shirt pocket. Gold clapped his hands together.

"Tell us our funds for next week, Greenie!"

Green gave him a dirty look before reading to us, "Since water was free, the lemonade was 100 yen, and each plate of the desserts was 250 yen... We made about 2950 yen."

Gold sighed, complaining. "Man, that still limits us!"

Silver rolled his eyes. "We'll have to keep donating ourselves until we can reach a certain point... or find another source of income."

The golden-eyed boy perked up at this, and something devious flashed across his face.

The small voice by the door piped up. "But... it's still a start, isn't it? And I'm sure after that, we'll be getting many more visitors... After all, the news will spread, won't it?" Yellow said, slightly cringing at the thought of more guests.

Green pulled out a chair and sat down, crossing his legs in a relaxed position. "Whatever the case, we'll need a new method for going about the host club to ease the strain on Yellow and to make things more interesting for us. Being isolated from one another seems to be restricting."

Gold stood up, a broad grin on his face.

"Okay! We're done for today, but on Monday, we're gonna focus on making this club the hottest shit on campus!"

Silver sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Why do I have a feeling that it's just going to get worse..."

I couldn't help agreeing with Silver. And yet...

Well, there really seems to be something special hidden within this club. And as odd as things are, I'm looking forward to becoming closer with these guys.

But that look on Gold's face tells me that it most certainly won't be coming without a price.

FINI! And hellow!

Like I said, sorry for the long wait. But I hope that this makes up for it...? Sorta?

Yeah, so hey! I hope you enjoyed this. Honestly, Red's perspective is one of my least favorites, but I want to look at the club from all of the members' POVs.

Also, thank you for your reviews! They means so much, from each and every one of you~. (Your sis got you to join a Host Club, FilmSeedot? Upupu, nice.) Ah, pertaining to the comments on "who will be who", I don't plan on going about it like that.

So hey, go ahead and make connections if you want. (I know that it's hard to resist seeing them myself) Although, even though there may be Ouran character influences for ironic purposes, these guys have their own stories to tell within this.

Coming soon: Chapter 3: Beware of the Pesky Girl!

News of the Host Club is spreading fast, and a certain pesky meddler decides to check it out. However, she has strong opinions about it, much to the surprise of no one... And causes some trouble for the newfound club. Can the guys improve the club with this tricky, meddling roadblock?