A/N: Heya just thought I would explain something crucial here. My Brother wrote this story and is to lazy to post it up himself so I have adopted it and shall write it now!

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or Percy Jackson. *sigh*

As the Host Club geared up for another fine day, Haruhi felt an odd chill in the air. She looked around for the source, an open window perhaps, but no such thing presented itself. Shrugging off the matter as unimportant, she returned to making tea for the guests.

Today, as with many other days, was themed. On a whim from Tamaki- Sempai, they were all dressed as Greek gods. Tamaki had insisted upon being Zeus, king of the gods. Kyoya had therefore outfitted himself as Poseidon, god of the seas. The twins had decided to dress as Apollo, god of music and poetry, and Hermes, god of thieves, messengers and pranksters. Hunny-sempai and Mori-sempai had taken Dionysus and Ares respectively. So Haruhi was left with Hephaestus, god of the forges and fire. And the ugliest god. She hadn't been at all surprised by the decision, but it still stung slightly to be called ugly.

She had taken to the role well though, as the god of the forges was seen as a solitary type. She wore the long toga and tunic, which concealed any hints of her gender, with a soft leather apron and a collection of bronze hearts in a pouch at her waist. As the girls came flooding in, she thought to herself, just another normal day in the Host Club. How wrong she was...

He was running, running from the thing howling for his blood. If only he had some back up, some nectar or ambrosia. With his energy so depleted, a few sips of the godly drink or a square of ambrosia would be a godsend. A roar brought him back to his senses. Turning, he saw the monster for the second time. It didn't improve its looks.

It looked, to Nico, like an accident in a wax factory. Its flesh was runny and floppy, its six arms, though muscled, lacked definition and therefore appeared as trunks of clay-coloured tissue, ending in a hand clasping a boulder big enough to crush Nico completely. The earthborn stood about nine feet tall. Not the tallest ogre he had ever faced, but not the smallest either. It bellowed again and started forward, throwing a boulder at Nico. He rolled to the side to avoid getting crushed and ran again. Running from a monster in winter is the middle of Canada was not something Nico would wish to repeat, if he even got out alive...

Suddenly he had a brain wave. Brain because he had an idea, wave because it was an idea worthy of Percy. Brave, reckless and stupid, but it might just work. Turning to face his foe, Nico prepared himself. If he got this wrong, he was dead. As the earthborn came charging over the hill Nico had just crested, Nico charged it, yelling with all his might, "HADES!" The cry and sudden reversal of Nico's direction caught the monster off guard and before it could react, Nico dived for the shadows at its feet, thinking, "anywhere but China again!"

"Oh, my dear, please say you will be my immortal wife and lover, for if I was to lose you to the decay of time then even immortality could not save me from the death of my heart!"
"Oh Tamaki!"

Haruhi wondered if he ever got tired of making fake proposals and love stories. Sure, he had a talent for dramatics and a flare for his own unique version of romance, but it must get tiring to see all the girls around him and know that he can never love them.

Her musings were abruptly cut short when a scream rent the air. Gasps and whispers permeated the air as the far corner of the room began to darken. Shadows seemed to fly towards the corner, and a chill far more pronounced than the one Haruhi had felt earlier swept through the room. Haruhi was in no doubt something important and possibly very bad was about to happen.

Then the thing she least expected to happen occurred. A boy fell put of the shadows and landed with a solid thunk on the floor. He appeared to have fallen out of the shadows, yet no doorway existed in that corner of the room. The boy raised his head and said in an American accent that was twinged with a hint of something European, "Not China?"

"Who are you?" answered Haruhi in Japanese, not knowing if the boy would understand her, even if she got the idea of his words. He groaned.

"Shadows have some sense of humor." then he promptly let his head fall to the floor and he passed out.

After the shrieking, gossiping and general babble had been hushed, Tamaki decided to close the host club for the day so he could 'evaluate' their mysterious guest and see whether he was friendly or not.

Points in the not so friendly section:
1) he had appeared out of no-where
2) he was carrying a black sword, an assortment of knives and had
numerous scars on his hands.
3) He seemed to have this aura, a sickly air that clung to him and
made the flesh of those around him crawl.

Points in his defense:
1) he hadn't yet attacked them and didn't seem interested in doing so
when he arrived.
2) He had seemed pretty ok to Haruhi, even if he had only spoken a few
words to her
3) Tamaki - enough said.

And so the host club gained a patient. While they waited for the boy to recover, they debated who he was. His clothes hadn't been named and there was no phone or other device that could be used to identify him.
The twins were convinced he was an assassin come to kidnap one of them, Hunny ( and be extension, Mori) though he was a homeless kid who could do magic and that's how he had gotten in. Kyoya was skeptical of that, but couldn't come up with a better explanation for the mysterious shadow portal. Haruhi kept silent, knowing her own thoughts were irrelevant because she had no idea who this boy was. Tamaki agreed with Hunny and Mori, getting all emotional over the poor wizarding boy who had been abandoned by his family as they feared his powers.

By the end of Tamaki's spiel, the boy was beginning to stir. He muttered something and turned his head from side to side. Haruhi noticed how pale he was, and how malnourished he looked. She checked his forehead for fever. As she pulled her hand away, the boy's eyes shot open.

They were black. No, deep brown, not black, they just looked that way. They held such intensity and sadness, Haruhi couldn't look away. "Bianca?" the name was a whisper. The boy seemed to realize he had spoken and instantly he clammed up, his eyes hardening and devoid of emotion. Haruhi decided not to question him.

He tried to sit up but Tamaki held him down. "Hey there little guy, slow down." he said in accented English. Haruhi didn't know who was more stunned. Herself, or the boy, who was obviously expecting Japanese. "You took a nasty bump to the head. You need to rest a while more."

Instead of flopping back down and nodding resignedly like most of the host club had expected, the boy glared at Tamaki and shoved his way into a sitting position. He slipped a hand into his jacket pocket and narrowed his eyes at the assembled group. "It's rude to rob people, especially if they aren't already dead." his tone was condescending, as if he were talking to small children, not people a few years older than him. "I need the canteen that was in this pocket, and I'm going to need the other knives back. Most will return to me, but the steel ones are nice to have. It gets rough out there." he said with a smirk, holding put his right hand.

"You can have the canteen, the knives I think we'll keep for safety reasons, you understand?" said Kyoya, again in English. The boy scowled.

" How come you guys all know English?" asked Haruhi in Japanese. She only knew a few words and phrases in the language thanks to extra curricular classes in school.

"As our parents own businesses that span the globe, we should be able to speak most of the common languages found around the world. We all mastered English years ago. We haven't had much need to use it, until now that is." answered Kyoya with his customary smirk. These damn rich people...

"sorry to intrude, but if you are going to give me my canteen back, can I have it sooner rather than later?" said the boy with a look on his face that showed he was not amused by the goings on and just wanted to get out of here.

"here." said Tamaki, handing the boy a canteen. The boy took it and unscrewed the lid. A very sweet and delicious sent wafted up from the nozzle. The boy took a small sip then screwed the lid back on tight like the solution was dynamite. He looked healthier though. His skin was still pale but the cuts and bruises across his face had disappeared magically. He stood with ease. The hosts rose with him.

"So," he said, eyeing up each of them in turn and stopping on Haruhi. "Who are you lot and why can't I have my knives back. They are very... Important to me, a family heirloom in fact, and I need to get them to my father."

"We," replied Tamaki with a flourish, " are the Ouran Host Club! We are the most attractive boys in the academy and here we entertain young ladies with way too much time on their hands. I'm Tamaki Souh, king of the host club." he held out his hand to the boy.

"Nico di Angelo." he said without emotion. He shook Tamaki's hand then said, "but if you're boys, then why is she here?" he pointed at Haruhi. They all looked at him aghast. How did he know? He raised his eyebrows.

"It's pretty obvious to those who know how to look." he turned to face her, one hand on his chin, the other the elbow of the other arm. "The way you stand, the way you hold yourself and the shape of your face, they are all obvious clues." he smirked at their dumbfounded expressions. "Now when can I have my knives back?"

"Tell you what kid, I'll male you a deal" Tamaki said. Haruhi looked at him and saw the glint in his eyes. Oh no, here it comes, she though. Nico had seen it too. He narrowed his eyes at Tamaki.

"What kind of deal? And you know my name so you might as well use it."

"My apologies Nico. My offer is this. You can have your knives back if you can pay for the damages you caused to us by you're rather, um... Dramatic entrance. If not, then you'll have to earn back your dept by working with us as a host. So what will it be?" asked Tamaki.

The glare Nico gave the older boy could have killed. It was so strong it even managed to wipe the grin right off Tamaki's face. It looked like Nico would curse and rage at the host king, but he didn't.
"fine." he spat out. " I'll work off my dept. How long to I have to stay here?"

"That depends on how quickly you pick up requests." Kyoya then went on to explain how the host system worked. Nico's eyebrows traveled further and further up his brow. When Kyoya had finished, Nico burst out laughing.

"What's so funny Nico-Chan?" asked Hunny.
Nico looked at the 18 year old with mirth filled eyes.

"You want me ... To be attractive and to make girls ... Fall ... fall in love with me? Ha-ha! That's hilarious!" he rolled around laughing and yelling "I'll be stuck here forever!" when he finally recovered he turned to face them. His face was set with determination and the hint of a smirk. "When do I start?"