After much pleading and even some groveling Linda agreed to visit the host club after school the next day. She had heard of host clubs, but being from a strict Catholic background she'd never thought she'd see one, even if it was just a school deal. Ritsu had been so desperate to get her to come she didn't have the heart to turn him down a second time.

So after class, which she had promised to stay the entire day for, she found herself walking toward the music room with her cousin beside her. She realized she liked her cousin, though in a different way than she liked her dozens of cousins on her mother's side. Ritsu was quiet, shy, and a complete gentleman when he wasn't embarrassed over something. Even the yakuza home was starting to feel more like home to her and she had a feeling it was because of the persistence of her timid cousin.

"This is it." He said opening the door for her.

She nodded her head and walked inside. Linda was quite taken aback by what she saw. There were boys dressed in coplay and dozens of girls fawning over them. Definitely not her idea of a good time.

"Ritsu, I don't want to be in this room with this…what the hell is this?" She hissed as all eyes turned toward her.

She could hear mumbles coming from throughout the room. She caught some girl saying that their faces were both scary. Another girl made a comment about her horrible outfit. One girl even went so far as to ask how an ugly person managed to get into Ouran.

"Well Ritsu, that's enough of this shit." She said with a scowl.

"Wait princess." A voice called from behind. Linda turned around to see what could possibly be saying that. A hand grasped hers and a blond kissed the top of her hand. "Welcome to the host club."

"Get your hands off me you pervert." She snarled as she slapped him across the face.

"Linda, he didn't…" Kasanoda began while all eyes were on the spectacle.

"He didn't what, Ritsu? He didn't just touch me without permission or put his slimy lips to my hand? I don't care what country you're from, no one should touch someone else without their permission."

Tamaki was too stunned to move and was rooted into place. Hunny had hidden behind Mori and was rocking on his feet. Hikaru had fallen onto his butt and Kaoru was too shocked to even bother helping him up. It was Kyouya and Haruhi, in sync, who stepped in.

"That was uncalled for…" Haruhi started.

"You should watch your manners…" Kyouya said at the same time.

Ritsu got down on his knees and bowed his head.

"Please forgive her. She is unaccustomed to our way of life."

"Get off the floor Ritsu." She sighed. "I don't need you to fight my battles for me." Linda walked over to where Tamaki was still in stone. "I'm sorry." She said holding out her hand as if to shake his.

Tamaki slowly came alive after that and tentatively took her hand in his. She shook slowly and he came alive again. "I knew you were a princess the moment I saw you." He bowed. "Forgive my uncouth ways hime-sama."

"Are you for real?" She asked looking at the handprint on his face from where she had busted him just moments before.

"I am as real as they come. Now tell me, what is your name?" His hand hadn't left hers as he pulled her further into the room. She turned and silently begged RItsu to save her.

"Uh…" She looked at the faces of everyone else. They were silent and glaring at her. "Linda." She managed to say as she finally took her hand back. "You?"

"I am the host club king, Suou Tamaki." He bowed again and gave her his most devastating smile. It didn't work. Tamaki knew he was losing her interest so he brought everyone else into his little world of perfection. "This is Ootori Kyouya, the vice-president."

Kyouya walked forward and extended his hand. Linda took it and nodded. "Sorry if I startled you." Then she turned herself toward Tamaki again. "Does it hurt?" She reached into the ice bucket on the table and put some ice in her handkerchief then applied it to his face. This caused the girls in the room to squeal in delight with a chorus of awwwwwwhs.

"Not anymore my princess." Tamaki said with sparkling eyes. "These two are Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin."

She looked at the twins. "Which is which?" She noticed the one with his part on the right was slightly shorter than the one with his hair parted on the left.

"I'm Hikaru." Said the shorter one with the right part.

"I'm Kaoru." Replied the taller of the two with a part on his left.

She continued staring, looking for other physical ways of telling them apart. There had been a set of identical triplets in her neighborhood and it had taken her a month to figure out which one was Guadalupe, which one was Maria, and which one was Ana.

"What are you staring at?" The two asked in unison.

"I'm trying to see what other ways there are of telling you two apart." She said monotonously.

"There's no way to tell us apart." The chimed in again.

"I'd rather look for other ways, such as your height difference, to figure out who is who when you are separate. Unless you want me to take a fingerprint sample each time."

A slight chuckle caught her attention and she watched Haruhi walk toward her. "You can easily tell them apart after you get to know them a little better. Their mannerisms are very different. I'm Fujioka Haruhi." The girl stated.

"Really…" Linda nodded. "Ritsu, come here a second." She whispered. Her cousin came forward and she whispered in his ear. "Why is there a girl dressed as a boy here?"

Ritsu's eyes got wide. "You can tell?"

"She doesn't have an Adam's apple." Ritsu was at a loss for words. "Relax, I won't say anything." Linda promised. "You can explain this later." Her cousin nodded and looked around nervously.

Tamaki decided to cut back in with introductions. "Over here we have Morinozuka Takashi and Haninozuka Mitsukuni." He introduced the remaining two members of the club.

Linda looked at the tall one and nodded slightly and then her face fell when she saw the shorter boy with big brown eyes and a bunny rabbit in his arms. Her breath hitched and she felt tears start to well up.

"I'm leaving Ritsu." She said as she turned and walked out of the room ignoring the comments being directed at her.