"I'm sorry, but what's a host club?" Dimi asked, tilting her head a bit.

The blond, Tamaki, looked at Dimi with shock in his eyes. "Let me explain it to you, if you don't know what is is." He struck a dramatic pose. "The Ouran High School Host Club is a Club where pretty boys with too much time on their hands entertain pretty girls who also have to much time on their hands."

Dimi looked at him, a deadpan expression on her face. "So... Like a reverse strip club?" She asked.

Tamaki looked taken aback by that comment. "No! How vulgar!" He exclaimed.

"But the way you described it made it seem like a reverse strip club."

The boy in the glasses, Kyoya, sighed. "We aren't a strip club." He said simply, "We just entertain girls."

"Yeah, that's still pretty much a reverse strip club!" Dimi exclaimed. "You guys really need to find a way to explain it better." She placed a hand to her chin, by now she understood the purpose of the club. "Something like, 'With our words, we will swoon every beautiful lady who have too much time on their hands. We make them fell welcome, we make them fell the tender ache of love'" She looked at the two, "That way you'll avoid conversations like these."

The two stared at her blankly, or, more Tamaki stared at her blankly, Kyoya just looked a tiny bit annoyed. Then Tamaki gasped, his eyes lightning up.

"With words like those, maybe you could even become a host!" He was in Dimi's face again, holding now of her hands with both of his. "You need to join the host club!"

Dimi pulled her hand away. "Sorry, no. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't join. I have to join an art club to keep my scholarship."

Kyoya looked at her, and to the normal person, he would look emotionless, but Dimi could see a plan hatching in his mind. "We can sort a few things out." He said simply.

Dimi looked at him, she knew they wouldn't give up until she decided to join. "What room?" She asked, giving up.

Tamaki looked at her with his eyes sparkling. "Music Room #3! Don't be late!" He exclaimed.

Soon, the bell rang and the three of them had to head to their classroom. When Dimi sat down, she looked down at her notebook and decided to sketch. It was just a math lesson. She was halfway through the face when the teacher called on her.

"Since you seem to be paying attention, why don't you answer this question?" She asked, a glint in her eyes.

"Okay." Dimi muttered as she shrugged and walked up to the board. "Chalk?" She asked.

The teacher handed her some chalk and she raised her hand to the board. This problem was a more advanced one of the unit, she assumed the teacher wanted Dimi to make a fool her herself. Though all she did was write on the board and mutter some things as she solved the problem, ending with a simple answer.

"The answer is x= 2.45, and y= 5.43." Dimi said simply, placing the chalk back on the small metal ledge and walked back to her desk, sitting down. She felt the surprised stares of her classmates, and she fought to keep the smirk off her face. She just looked down and continued her drawing.

Soon, it was the end of the day. Tamaki and Kyoya confronted Dimi at the door.

"Let's head to the host club!" Tamaki exclaimed, pointing a finger into the air.

The three of them walked along the hallways, turning a left here, passing a library there, climbing some stairs, and finally they were at the front doors.

Kyoya opened the door, and Dimi was blinded with light. Was this a trap? Why the hell is this light so bright!? She thought, closing her eyes and feeling something soft brush against her cheek. She opened her eyes slightly and saw that rose petals were flying towards her. This reminded her of someone's funeral, though all she could remember from it was red. She forgot who died.

Her eyes finally adjusted, and Dimi walked into the room, seeing a pair of twins sitting next to each other in some chairs, a brunette was reading a book, a tall black haired man was watching over a small blond haired boy that was messing around with a pink stuffed rabbit.

"Hello my children! Daddy is here!" Tamaki exclaimed.

Dimi held a hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing, only to fail miserably. "D-daddy?" Dimi asked, her eyes watering. "Really?"

Tamaki looked at her, there was something in his eyes but he kept his cheery attitude. "Of course! I'm the king of this host club so I'm their father!"

"Yeah, just don't call yourself daddy. It's too kinky." Dimi stated, recovering a bit from her laughing fit.

Tamaki looked at her, then ran to Kyoya. "Mommy! Our new son is so vulgar!"

Dimi heard two identical laughs, and she looked to see the twins looking at her, amused.

"Wow, where did you find this one, boss?" One of them asked, walking over to Dimi and placing his arm on her shoulder.

"Whoever he is, he's totally a keeper." The other twin said, walking over and placing his elbow on Dimi's other shoulder.

Kyoya adjusted his glasses. "This is Dimi Kisaki, he's the new transfer student. He's here on an art scholarship."

"Woah, so you're another Scholarship student?" One of the twins asked.

"You must be really good." The other one stated. "You don't seem like you're rich."

"I'm not." Dimi said. It was technically true. Her money pouch only gave her the exact amount of money she needed. So when she didn't need money, she didn't have any.

"So, what's he here for?" They asked.

"He's going to take art requests for the guests." Kyoya stated. "I'm positive it will raise profit for the club."

"As long as I have art supplies I'll draw anything."

"We can take care of that." Kyoya said. "Though please, nothing vulgar."

"But that takes the fun out of it." Dimi teased. "Anyways, if I'm going to be in this club, I'll need to know who all of you," she pointed towards the boys she didn't know. "Are."

"Oh! Let me introduce everyone!" Tamaki exclaimed happily. "You already know me and Kyoya, so, That's Hikaru," Tamaki said, pointing to the twin on the right, "and that's Kaoru." he said, pointing to the twin on the left. "Their the Little Devil Types of the club." He motioned to the tall black haired man and the blond child. "The tall one is Morinozuka Takashi, though we all call him Mori, the shorter one is Huninozua Mitskuni, though we all call him Honey."

"Hi!" The blond, Honey exclaimed, waving energetically. His voice was childlike, almost cute in a way.

"Hello." The tall one, Mori, said. His voice was deep, and Dimi assumed he didn't talk much.

"And finally, over there we have my dear Haruhi!" Tamaki ran over to the brunette, placing his hands on the boy's shoulders with a goofy smile on his face.

"Don't worry, I Know they're strange, but you'll get used to them. It may take a while though."

Dimi looked at Haruhi with an amused expression. "Please, I was friends with a stripper and a fire breather, how strange can this place get?"

Haruhi gave her a strange look, and Kyoya just glanced at her, his gaze calculating, they must of found what she said strange. Though Dimi could care less.