Third-year students at Ouran, if they are a president of a club, are allowed to opt one of their elective credits as a "preparation hour" for said club.

That is why Tamaki was standing in the hallway, impersonating portraits of great historical figures when Inez bumped into him.

At first she was flabbergasted that this insane boy was complimenting her freely in French, but she soon realized he was speaking in French and not Japanese.

"You speak French?!" She exclaimed

"You speak French?" He responded, not so surprised. French wasn't the uncommon in these parts.

"Thank god!" She threw her head back and laughed, "Can you please show me where room 34-b is?"
"A mission? I am delighted! I can take you to where you need to go!" He exclaimed and grabbed Inez by the arm and swooped her under his shoulder in a protective gesture.

"You must have been so scared! Are you a transfer student here? I know the pain, when I came here I was so scared, timid like the dear lamb you are, afraid of the greatness Ouran had to provide."

"No- I'm actually…"

"Are you France? You must be from France! I am from France and I too thought that no one in Japan would speak my lovely language but you would be surprised, even though most don't speak as lovely as you. You do have quite the interesting accent, what part of France are you from? I'm not familiar with it?"

"I'm not from France, I learned French in high school and got this accent from a summer in Damascus."

Tamaki looked at her blankly.

"Syria."

"Oh." He said. "What?"

"Yes, and I'm not a student. I'm a teacher."

"OHH! Hahah! You are quite the young looking teacher, mademoiselle, what is your secret to youth? You must let me know, my greatest fear in life is to age!"

"I have no secret, I'm nineteen."

"I'm eighteen." Tamaki thought aloud. "How is that possible?"

"I wish I knew." She muttered. They had arrived at the classroom. "Well, thank you for showing me the way." Inez said politely. "Could you tell me your name?"

"Suoh, Tamaki." He repeated, robotically.

"Nice to meet you, Suoh, I have to get going now."

She opened the door to the room, and her six students looked at her curiously. Tamaki saw Haruhi and Kyouya and his eyes lit up instantly.

"MOM AND DAUGHTER!" He yelled, running into the room before Inez had the opportunity to first apologize for her tardiness and then introduce herself.

"Are you serious?" She spoke aloud, in English.

"Unfortunately, yes." Kyouya said, appearing mysteriously behind her while both of their eyes watched Tamaki hug Haruhi to death.

"Oh. He isn't in this class is he?"

"No."

"TAMAKI SEMPAI!" Haruhi yelled. "GET OUT! I WANT TO STUDY"

Tamaki whimpered, he had been conditioned to learn that those words meant he had crossed a line and Haruhi would be mad at him for a little while. He backed out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Inez looked stunned "Is he going to be alright?"

"Yes." Kasanoda, Haruhi and Kyouya muttered in unison.

"Oh, good. Okay, well. My name is Inez Tierdies, I can be called Inez." She spoke in poor Japanese. "First, can everyone speak French?" They all nodded their heads.

"Oh good," She exclaimed, instantly switching over to French and thus spoke with much more ease. "I don't particularly care for the reasons you all have to take Arabic, to each his own. I am here to teach you the language. I can tell you what I know about the culture, but I am an American, so my knowledge will be subjective and limited I hope you can all keep that in mind. Right now, I just want to know your names."

The class introduced themselves, and as they did she wrote down their names on the board in Arabic.

"You won't know how to read the language fully for another month or so, but I expect you to label your papers in Arabic."

Inez smiled, it was the first time since she had gotten to Japan where things have been calm. Her students were all mild mannered, polite and bright.
"Maybe this won't be too crazy after all." She thought to herself, optimistically.

She thought wrong.