When Dimi opened the door, she saw the host club all dressed in suits of armor, even Haruhi.

"Come on in my little princess!" Tamaki said, walking up to Dimi and reached for her chin, "I swear I will protect you."

Dimi slapped his hand away and looked him in the eyes, her own eyes seeming to shoot icy rays of death that seemed to force Tamaki into his gloom corner.

"Woah, what's up with you?" The twins asked in unison.

Dimi glared at them too, they scooted back a little. She walked right past them and sat on the couch, "I was woken up too early this morning and it hasn't been a good day."

"Well, I hope you can last an hour." Kyoya said, adjusting his glasses so they gleemed in the light.

Dimi looked up at him, though her glare seemed to have no effect on him. She sighed, "I do. Promise." She looked back at Tamaki, "and please don't call me princess."

"Whatever you want my precious little girl~" Tamaki said. He perked up as girls started to walk in. "Welcome!" He said, turning.

A couple minutes later, Dimi was sitting at her table, with three girls facing her.

"Are you okay, Dimi?" One of them asked, "You're looking pale."

"You're not getting sick, are you?" Another asked.

"My family owns hospitals, do you want me to ask them to check on you?"

Dimi smiled, "no need for that." She said smoothly. "I'm just tired."

The girls looked at Dimi, their concern replaced with admiration.

"Wow!" One of the girls said. "You're tired but you're still so charming!"

"Why thank you. But I can't be as charming as you, my dear." Dimi said, "you're so beautiful that even I couldn't capture your charm even in a drawing. It would never be as wonderful as the original."

The girl flushed a deep red and squealed. Suddenly the doors opened loudly, calling the attention of everyone in the room. Dimi looked up and tensed, Simion was standing in the doorway, holding two cups of something. He looked around through his bangs and spotted Dimi.

"So this is where you went." He said calmly, which surprised Dimi. She was almost positive that he would be angry. He slowly walked towards Dimi and handed her a cup of coffee. Everyone was staring at them.

Dimi looked at the coffee, seeing through the clear cup that there was some chocolate in it. Her eye seemed to sparkle as she looked at it.

"Here. It's my apology for waking you up so early this morning." Simion said. He took a sip of his drink. Most likely just plain black coffee with a bit of beer mixed in.

"Oh my, is that the new transfer?" One of the girls whispered to her friend. "I think he's the son of a family of important body guards. Or that's what I heard."

"He must be strong then. And honorable. I mean, he apologized for something he did in the morning, and he seemed to know exactly what to do, just look at the way Dimi's eyes are sparkling." Her friend whispered back. "I wonder if he's handsome too. I can't seem to see his eyes though, shame. I bet they look lovely."

Dimi took a sip, smiling as the flavor entered her mouth.

"You look so cute drinking that, Dimi." One of the girls said. "You must really be enjoying it. That's wonderful! You're such a handsome host." The girl finished with a giddy voice.

Simion smirked, and Dimi felt an unnerving cold. ' Oh shit... I'm in trouble.' She thought to herself, slouching over her coffee and making a small gloom area around her.

"Are you okay, princess?" Simion whispered to Dimi, making sure not to have anyone hear him. He straightened up. "I'll see you later, okay?" His voice his a threat, that only Dimi detected. Simion turned and slowly walked out, everyone's eye's on him. He looked over at a group of girls and smiled, making them all blush.

Tamaki narrowed his eyes and smiled thoughtfully, watching Simion go.

"Are you okay Dimi?" One of the girls asked.

Dimi turned and faced her, smiling. "I fine now that I'm looking at you." The girl swooned, and it seemed as if her spirit left her.

After the girls left, The hosts all gathered in the room.

"Who was that boy, Dimi?" Hikaru asked, "he seemed to know you."

Dimi looked up at Hikaru. "Yeah, I know him." Dimi started. "He's Simion Phamtom, he's the only son of a family of body guards to a rather important family. I've known him since I was a child. I practically grew up with him."

"So would you say he was... host material?" Tamaki asked. "Come on, answer me my little girl."

Dimi sighed. "I don't have time for this. Bye guys." She turned and started to leave the room. "I'll see you all tomorrow."