Mori walked by his grandfathers office, his ears slightly perked in annoyance at his grandfathers animated phone conversation with an old friend. He had no desire to eavesdrop, but he heard his name mentioned
"Ah, then she is only a few months younger than Takashi! Perfect! Perfect!"
He knew instantly who his grandfather was talking to – Tamman Assad, an old friend from his school days. As Mori's grandfather was growing up, the Morinozuka family was traveling Europe, training various militaries. Mori's grandfather was sent to an international school in Switzerland. There he met Tamman Assad, his best friend for his entire life. Tamman was apart of the royal family of Jordan, his family famous for its control of the Jordanian military.
As best friends, and as two straight males that couldn't marry each other, the two made a promise that they would betroth the first girl born and the first boy born, age permitting. Mori never thought they were actually serious about it, but because there was no girls born to either of them the fact that they couldn't do it made them want to do it even more. So ever since Mori can remember, Sensei Tamman was introducing random girls to him. Also, whenever Grandfather would come to school events, Mori and his brother would watch painfully as his picked out girls that would match Sensei Tamman's sons and grandsons.
Other than that, he didn't know much about Sensei Tamman. He knew that he had pursued a military career, but rather became a scholar and was now a professor at Yale University. He also knew he was eccentric, and while his family was very wealthy, he was not. His wife was. She was one of the top doctors at Yale's Hospitals. Kyouya mentioned that once. Apparently, she too was a very frivolous, eccentric woman.
Suddenly, Mori heard the phone click and his grandfather was suddenly at the door with a big grin on his face.
"We have a visitor coming!"
Inez Tierdies sighed as she left Professor Assad's office. It was a mix of exasperation and the stress of trying to be grateful. The Assad family had blessed her by being her benefactors to a Yale education, but their eccentricities were definitely catching up to her.
With only two months left of her sophomore year, Professor Assad threw her an offer she couldn't refuse: A year in Japan…teaching Arabic.
Yes, Arabic. Inez was majoring in International Studies, focusing on the Middle East. The major also requires a secondary region of study, which requires either an extra four courses or a year abroad. Inez hadn't actually chosen her second region yet, and just assumed she would be taking the four classes, so being thrown a free trip to Japan is definitely a good thing.
Although, she would be leaving a week before exams started, meaning she would have to take them early, and she would be staying with family friends of the Assad's in Japan. She also didn't speak a word of Japanese.
"Oh well. There are more positives than negative." She then walked to the school bookstore to buy the Introductory Japanese Textbook.
Mori has just finished his time at Ouran. Hani and himself had no immediate college plans, both of them were taking time to train.
In April the new Ouran school year would begin. So far, no one had replaced himself and Hani at the Host Club, not that Mori particularly cared.
Mori was debating whether or not to tell the others about the Arabic tutor coming to Ouran. Hani wants to, but he doesn't see what difference it will make if they know or don't know. Tamaki's father had been over a couple of times to discuss the situation, and by discuss, squeal excitedly at their plans.
From what Mori could figure out, they are going to pick two students from each grade to receive tutoring. They are going to use it as a pilot program to actually having an Arabic class at the school. Parents have brought it up before, with the Middle East becoming more and more a region of political and economic activity.
Haruhi and Kyouya were two of the students chosen.