The Kitsune Type

Meeting the Club!/Training the Newbie.

We all were sitting on the pink (probably expensive) couch. I was shifting uncomfortably because all of them were giving us weird stares. Some good some bad. I am used to the bad ones, the good ones not so much. I have been hated by everyone and beaten by so many that sometimes I feel hollow. "So, How did you get here?" Asked the so called 'Cool Type'. "Dunno." I said being very honest. He looked angry after I said that but tries to cover it. "Can you please tell us you're names?" He said through clenched teeth. That I can tell him. "I am the ALMIGHTY NARUTO UZUMAKI!" I exclaim loudly as per usual. The 'Host club' got taken aback with my outburst but Sasuke just face palmed. "And this is Sasuke Uchiha." I gestured to bored looking Sasuke-teme. "Hn." Now it was my turn to face palm. "Since we told you our names, you tell us yours." Sasuke said in a very demanding tone. I elbowed him in his side and said, "Be nice!" He glared at me but didn't say anything. I smirked in triumph.

"You already know our kings name," The 'Cool Type' said pointing to the over dramatic guy. "That over there is Takashi Morinozuka(?)," He gestured to the tall guy with the short blond perched on top his shoulders; the 'Strong Silent Type'. "On his shoulders we have Mitsukuni Haninozuka; his cousin," That shocked me because they look nothing alike even if that are cousins they had zero similarities. I shook my head, it didn't matter. "The twins are Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachin." Hikaru and Kaoru still has there arms around me which was weird because I was sitting on the pink couch.

"How about," said one of the twins, he was staring at me creepily. "We play the 'Which one is Hikaru' game?" The other finished, also staring at me creepily.

"How would I know which one is which when I don't even know who both of you are?" I asked, genuinely serious. Though the twins just burst out laughing. I pouted, "Hey, hey. Answer me!" They just started laughing even more when I said that. I sighed, "Fine, I'll play. The one on the left is Hikaru and Kaoru is on the right." They both looked at me shocked.

"The only other person that can get it right," said Hikaru, with a creepy smile. "Is Haruhi." Said Kaoru, with the same creepy smile. I looked at them, curious as to who this 'Haruhi' was. "Who is she?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.

"He, actually, he's a boy. He's over there." Said the so called 'cool type' pointing to the girl in the boys uniform. "No," I said. "That is a girl. It's so obvious." I said and they started at me in shock. "How did you figure that out? I thought we hid it kinda well." Said a pouting Tamaki. I shrugged. The (still angry) 'Cool Type'- she still didn't know his actual name yet-continued , "As you now know this," he also pointed at the girl in boys clothing. "Is Haruhi Fujioka. She is a 'commoner'." I face palmed. Um, I thought, rude much? "Then there is me, Kyoya Ootori." I nodded, finally knowing his name not having to call him the 'Cool Type' all the time.

"So," Sasuke said, changing the subject. "What do I do for this 'Host' thing?" He said looking wearily at them. Tamaki smiled and exclaimed dramatically, "We will teach this new fellow the art that is Hosting!" Sasuke glared at me and I stared at him sheepishly, mumbling a quiet 'sorry'.

"I will be the first to train this young man into a Host!" Exclaimed an excited rich blonde. "Come along." He said walking into a room I didn't notice was there before, with Sasuke trailing behind.

For a few awkward minutes I just sat there with the rest of them staring at me, that is until a short for his age blonde spoke up, spurting questions like it was the end of his life. "Do you like cake? Which is you're favorite? Do you want to hold Usa-chan?" He held up a cute pink bunny to my face.

"Sure, cake is alright, I guess. I prefer the food of the gods, RAMEN," I jumped up, thrusting my fist in the air, startling the rich people next to me. I blushed because of the eyes on me and I slowly sat back down. "And, sure I'll hold that bunny for you." I said grabbing the little pink bunny out of his hands. I stared at for a few seconds and for a minute there I thought the thing actually blushed.

Sasuke's POV
I followed this dumb ass rich blonde into a room with one pink couch, one marble table with a tea cup on top of a plate, and a black piano sitting in the corner. All in all it was a room that completely terrifies me, in a disgustingly romantic way. I shivered. "What do I do?" I asked, not really expecting an answer.

"Just be yourself. But still entertain the guests and try not to be rude." I nodded my head. I really hate this, I thought, I want to be out there with my Naru- wait, my Naruto, when did that happen? I sighed involuntary and ran a hand over my hair.

Tamaki suddenly grabbed an empty tea cup of of the plate, stuck out his pinky, placed his pinky on the plate, then, very gently, put the tea cup back on the plate. "Practice that."

I looked at him, raising a curious eyebrow at him, as if to ask 'Why?' He just gestured to the cup and plate, I groaned. Why did Naruto make me do this again? But, I walked towards the table any way. For about fifteen minutes I practiced that, Always getting it wrong. Either I placed the cup  down to hard or my mood was too... well ya know... moody. This was going to be a long day.