Tamaki sat Indian style outside of the classroom door.

"WHAT IS THIS?!?!?" He yelled to no one.

Frustrated, and desperate to find out what was happening, he declared, again to no one in particular "I need backup!" and ran to the art building.

Hikaru and Kaoru sat at adjacent work stations. They were both taking an "independent study fashion arts class" also known as "their parents called in and enabled them to have a free hour instead of an elective." They were both working on outfits for the host club, also known as working on skimpy outfits for Haruhi.

They had their Haruhi mannequin currently dressed in a bedazzled miniskirt and a top that consisted of sparsely placed cloth strips.

Kaoru was working on removing clothe strips from the Haruhi mannequin when Tamaki burst through the door.

"There is a crisis afoot!" He yelled, the room shaking from the slammed door, but he was stopped in his tracks when he saw the nude Haruhi mannequin.

His mind instantly flew to another place; he and Haruhi were at a dance club, the timid girl smiling up at him while still seeking his protection.

"Thanks for dragging me out here Sempai." She giggled, "I'm having so much fun."

"It's my pleasure, princess."

"You make me feel so safe, even with all these creepy guys here." She whispered, somewhat nervously.

"Don't worry about them, princess." He cooed, and without breaking their gaze, he punched said creepers so that they ran away.

"Oh! Sempai!"

"Break out of it Sempai." Hikaru complained, stabbing Tamaki in the arm with a sewing needle. "What's the crisis?"

"YOU'RE SADISTIC WAYS!" He yelled. "WHAT DOES STABBING ME DO?"

"Keeps you from degrading Haruhi with your mind."

"As opposed to a sex-mannequin?!"

"No ones complaining and you're enjoying it." Hikaru and Kaoru said together. Tamaki grunted. "So what's the crisis?"

"Oh, yes! Haruhi, Kasanoda, Kyoya and three other students are in a secret cult together!"

"Hmm?" Hikaru and Kaoru responded, intrigued.

"Yes, I don't know much about it, but they are led by a cult leader disguising herself as a teacher, even though she's only 19."

"How do you know she's 19?"

"She told me."

"Hmm?"

"I asked her before so stole my precious Haruhi and Kyoya from me! Now I don't know if I'll ever see them again!"

"Are you sure boss?"

"Yes! I need you two to help me figure out what is happening!"

"Right! Chief!"

Inez was happy with the day's success. There was only five minutes left in the class and they had already gotten through a third of the alphabet. The class was great, the two younger kids were kind of bratty, but if that was going to be the worst part then she would take it.

The class was now completing a worksheet, she was sitting down trying to fight her jetlag and hoping she would be able to navigate her way back to the front were Mori would be waiting with a limo.

The class ended, and she dismissed the students. Inez felt extremely weird giving commands to students a few years younger than her, but she was glad they were tolerant of her lack of authority and accepted that she was there simply because she was knowledgeable about Arabic.

They had filed out, and she sat for a second simply to avoid having to talk to any of them just yet. Inez was still overwhelmed with the past couple of days and knew she wasn't ready to form a relationship with any of her students just yet. She was planning on it though, her favorite part of taking language classes, especially less commonly taught languages, was the small classes where everyone become close and good friends. Today was not the day to do that though.

After she was sure they had all left, Inez gathered her things, took a deep breath and prepped herself to navigate out of the giant school. One step out of the door and she was shocked with a bag over her head and being carried by two strangers.

She wasn't scared; the only thing she could think of was "Is this seriously happening?"

She was plopped down on a chair and the bag was ripped off her head. It was the blonde kid from before, accompanied by two orange haired twins.

"Who are you!" Tamaki demanded.

"Who are you?" Inez shot back, incredulously

"Don't let her trick you boss!" Hikaru whispered in Tamaki's ear.

"I'm not going to trick anyone!" She yelled, "You're the ones who kidnapped me!"

"Because you kidnapped Kyoya and Haruhi!"

"What?"

"You made them join your cult!"

"Are you serious?! They're my students!"

"Don't try your lies on us! We know the truth!" The three of them said in unison.

"Could you tell me the truth, because I don't know it!"

"You would like that wouldn't you? We're just going to keep at it until you tell me!"

Inez sighed, this was going to take a while.

Haruhi and Kyoya walked with each other to their respective lockers, and then to the host club. They had both enjoyed Arabic class, and it was nice to have a class together, both of them serious about their studies unlike the other members of the host club.

It took them a while to get there, so they were both surprised that neither the twins nor Tamaki had arrived yet. They weren't hosting any guests today, but instead they were going to go through the profiles of all the students' profiles to try and find one or two replacements for Mori and Hunny.

They didn't think much of it though and they both sat and did respective work.

Haruhi heard it first. The faint shrill of Tamaki's stressed out voiced.

She paused from her studies and focused her thoughts on finding the sound.

She heard it again.

"Kyoya-sempai, do you hear that?"

Kyoya stopped typing on his laptop and waited. He heard it too.

"Is that Tamaki-sempai?"

"I think so. What is he doing?"

They stood up and both followed the sound to a small closet rarely used or noticed.

Upon opening the door they found the twins and Tamaki interrogating their Arabic teacher.

"Oh thank god!" She yelled at them.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING SEMPAI?!"

"Saving you from the cult!"

"What cult?!"

The two of them went back and forth for a while. The twins stood blankly, nodding when either of them spoke. Kyoya extended a hand towards Inez and lead her from the closet.

"I must apologize for Tamaki, he means well but he is extremely thick-headed."
"Well, I don't want to say I don't mind because I definitely don't want it to happen again, but that's alright."

"I don't mean to sound creepy," Kyoya said, sounding creepy, "but I know you're staying with the Morinozuka family, my family is good friends with them, but I am assuming they arranged a ride for you after school, you didn't miss that did you?"

"I don't know, I know Takashi-Mori, whatever he goes by, was supposed to pick me up, you don't suppose it would be a problem if you let him know I was kidnapped and will be there in a second?"

"Not at all, actually, I'll have him come here, just sit down and I'll fix you some tea."

"Thanks." Inez accepted. She focused her attention to the fight Haruhi and Tamaki were having. Tamaki had managed to shrivel up into a ball in the corner.

"A-a-arabic class?" He whimpered.

"Yes! Arabic class! And you kidnapped the teacher!"

Haruhi went through and explained who she was and why she was there.

The twins look perplexed.

"Oh. That's stupid. You're pretty dumb boss. I bet Haruhi will hate you forever." They said in unison.

"Nooooo! Haruhi, I only meant to protect you my lovely daughter!" He yelled, taking Haruhi in an embrace.

Inez wasn't sure she was making out their Japanese correctly, because it seemed weird that one boy would nickname another boy 'daughter.' She let it go though, regardless, this was entertaining.

Kyoya sat down across from her with a plate of cakes and tea.

"Mori-sempai will be here in a minute." He smiled.

"Thank you, again."

"It is the least I can do, considering it usually is considered rude when students kidnap a teacher under the assumption they are cult leaders."
"Oh, well, I was going to assume that these things don't happen a lot in Japan and I should be honored."

Kyoya made a small laugh at her response. She smiled back, and they both descended into a comfortable silence.