The lights in the classroom were turned off and the teacher had left for a short meeting. She left on the National Geographic movie, hoping it would keep the kids occupied for the remaining time of school, and to end the year off, even though she knew better. It was the last day of school before their summer vacation, and much to the student's surprises, they had not been given homework, yet. The teacher herself was a little bit crazy, but that was why the students loved her.

However, the rich were also bored when it was the end of the year. Girls turned around and started talking to each other, and the boy resorted to tossing paper balls at the trashcan. No one was paying attention, save two souls. A blonde haired boy watched the TV with wide eyes as the Lions ripped out a roar. His tall companion sat next to him, watching with a slightly bored expression, but he was captivated by the majestic animal.

"The lions are the only large group of cats that live in a pride, or a close knit family." The narrator spoke, oblivious to the uninterested class. They weigh anywhere between two-hundred and sixty-five pounds to five hundred pounds. To this day, there is still a decline in the big cat family, though there are numerous volunteers working hard to keep them from going extinct."

There was a wide view of the land they filmed, and the video finally ended. The lights flickered on to the classroom and the teacher entered with false smile. Normally, the students would continue to chat on and carry away with their conversation, but their attention was stolen by the headmaster who followed in behind the teacher. The room was so silent, the sound of a dropping pen sounded like a bomb going off.

However, the headmaster cleared his throat and offered the students a smile.

"Hello everyone." He greeted, and was returned with a greeting as well. "As you all know, you haven't been given any homework for the break, and there's a wonderful explanation of that."

He held his hands behind his back and studied the students one by one. Oh how wonderful this would be!

"As young heirs to your family name, it was decided that you all needed some experience of community service. When we approached the ideas of this experience with your parents, they readily agreed. However, there's a catch."

The room was suddenly sent into a wave of chatter as the boys and girls shared their thoughts. Mori sent Honey a concerned glance. He did not like the thought of being separate from his cousin.

"Fret not everyone; it's not that bad, honestly. You will, however, be living away from home all summer in a foreign country. It is also not just your year, but the entire academy. And do not fret; you will be partnered with others from this school. I have the names already marked down, where you will be going, and what you are to accomplish while you are there."

The murmur grew into worried and excited chatter. The boys looked forward to an adventure in a different country, the girls fretted about being away from all the handsome bachelors. The headmaster gathered their attention by coughing and holding his hands up.

"I promise this won't be as bad as it sounds. You all will learn about the different lives then what you are living, discover different cultures and most off all, make connections. As you leave today, you will find out which other students will be in your group and the expected departing date. Good luck to you all."

And like that, the headmaster left the startled room. All of the eyes snapped onto the teacher, who was practically giggling with delight. Her glasses flashed in the light as she gave them all a smile.

"Now you all know why I've been giving you those videos for the last two weeks." She said a little too happily. "So I already have the groups and will pass out your own personal journal. Inside the cover are your name and your destination along with your assignment for the time being. All other instructions are listed in there as well, but it all depends on your country. And I also went to the extremes of personal picking out these journals; they somehow reflect the country you're going to visit."

Mori stared at the leather bound journal sitting in front of him and wanted to jump for joy. He noted that his journal was identical to Honey's. Mori flipped the cover open and read his fate in the beautiful cursive writing.

'Takashi Morinozuka. Destination: Africa, Tanzania, Lake Manyara Conservation' Mori nodded his head in delight. Volunteer work with animals sounded good to him and Honey. He spotted a little note at the very bottom of the page and smiled as he read it.

'I knew you didn't want to be separated from Honey. You're welcome. Enjoy your summer.'

"Tanzania?" Honey asked aloud and furrowed his eyebrows. "It sounds like fun Mori-chan!" He said happily. "I like animals too! I hope we get to see lots." He giggled happily and gave Usa-chan a tight squeeze. "Let's go see what Tama-chan and the others got for their places."

*LINE*

"You got Africa too?" Haruhi asked a little shocked. "So did the rest of us."

"It's not fair!" Cried the King just a little too dramatically. He was sitting on the couch, hugging his knees close to him. "I was going to have the time of my life with my daughter, but dad just had to ruin it!"

Haruhi shook her head and sighed as she turned her focus onto talking Tamaki out of his drama. Honey looked up at Mori with his wide eyes.

"Can we go to the zoo? We might get an idea of what we're supposed to be expecting when we get to Africa."

"Hmm." Mori nodded his head in agreement.

The zoo sounded like a marvelous idea to him. He was just happy that things were sorta looking up.

A/N: Hello everyone. This is my first chapter-length fanfic for Ouran, and I hope you all enjoy it! I would love some feedback, ideas tossed around and of course, if there are flames, they will be used to cook me some steak! :D I am going to try my best with keeping this story original and stay away from clichéd junk. Also, I'm working hard to keep everyone in character. If there's anything I can do to make you all satisfied, let me know! Otherwise, I would love some support from someone, even if it's through reviews or alerts, I'll keep pressing on!

Love,

Jazzy