A/N: My friend and I have been thinking of this. I am making it a thing now.
I don't own Legend of Zelda OR Ouran High School Host Club.
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Ouran Academy is – as you know – a school for the rich and powerful. Therefore, the Host Club is full of rich – minus Haruhi – people, resulting in them having an absolute crap ton of expensive stuff. Let's think along the lines of the expensive stuff they own.
It wasn't hosting time, but the doors to Music Room 3 had been opened.
"Welcome," the hosts chorused. But what they saw at the door was... a boy! OBVIOUSLY a poor boy! Heck, he wasn't even in UNIFORM!
"Hm, an ACTUAL boy..." Tamaki said. "It's been forever since we served one!"
Tamaki approached the tunic clad boy, who seemed mesmerized by something in the room. But, that never stopped Tamaki from his usual monologue.
"So, sir, what's your type?" Tamaki began. "The strong, silent type? The boy-lolita type? The little devil type? The cool type? The natural type? Or me, the princely type?"
"...Hyahhh..." the boy nearly whimpered in a hushed voice.
Tamaki backed up a little bit. "Hm! Speechless from or beauty, no?" he flattered. "Anyways, what's your na-"
The blonde was cut off as the boy ran past him, smashing all of the vases in sight.
The twins were dumbstruck as they counted up how much it would all cost. "5 million... 14 million... 19 million... 27 million... oh my Kami-sama..."
"MOMMY! WHO IS THIS BOY!?" Tamaki cried.
"Link, a mysterious boy. The only traces of his family are his sister and grandmother. Nobody knows much about him, for he has a very... limited speech," Kyouya said.
After the rampage was done, dust flying around the room, every host called out:
"163 MILLION YEN! TO DEBT, WITH YOU!"