Mori arrived, as stoic and emotionless as ever.
"Why, hello Mori-sempai, it's good to see you." Kyoya greeted him.
"Hi." Inez smiled at him, glad to see the only person she trusted in the country.
"Tamaki kidnapped you?" Mori grunted.
"More or less." She shrugged. "Are you guys all old friends?"
"Sort of," Tamaki interjected, rudely, then yelled with all the audaciousness of a Broadway musical, "We're all members of the Ouran Host Club!"
"The what?"
"The Ouran Host Club!" He repeated with the same amount of enthusiasm.
"What's a host club?" Inez asked, absolutely clueless.
"We need to go, I have training with Hunny soon." Mori muttered, stopping the explanation.
"Good idea, get her out before she gets somehow mixed up in this whole mess also…" Haruhi added, from across the room. Tamaki didn't hear her.
"Why didn't Hunny come!" He yelled.
"Because we are going to go meet him."
"Can we all go?" Tamaki whimpered.
"No." Mori said stiffly
"Don't you think you've made a bad enough impression, Tamaki?" Kyoya said coolly.
"Oh. But I apologized…" Tamaki frowned, pulling Inez into a bear hug
"I am a teacher, this seems inappropriate Tamaki."
"But you're a baby teacher! It's okay to hug a baby teacher!"
"We're off now." Mori said, turning to leave.
"Bye everyone," Inez waved, "I'll see you tomorrow, Haruhi and Kyoya," and her and Mori walked off.
Tamaki's jaw dropped. "I want to see you tomorrow." He commented silently, going into a moping mood.
"We are late, so the car will take you to the mansion after it drops me off at the dojo."
"Oh, okay," Inez replied, thinking of the lonely mansion full of ninjas. "But, is it alright if I watch? I do have to complete research, and martial arts seems great, if you don't mind of course."
"That's fine, but it might not be entertaining for you to watch."
"That's alright, if I can't stand it I have books with me." She smiled at him. He just stared at her until she broke their gaze at each other. A little to late, but he also smiled at her.
They arrived at the dojo. Mori and Hunny often trained together, even though Hunny was clearly more advanced. Usually they each did their own thing, Mori with his kendo and Hunny was developing a style that would perfectly compliment his small stature.
Hunny was alone in the dojo when they arrived. It was large and clean, with an air of age, grace and wisdom attached to it. Mori pointed to a pile of mats where Inez could sit, but Hunny ran up to her before she could sit.
"Hi! Hi! Hi! How was your first day of school? Did you meet Kyoya-san and Haruhi and everybody?"
"Yes! I did, it was an interesting day alright. How was your day?"
"I woke up at noon, and I ate cake, and I battled this guy my dad wanted me to spar with and I won and then I ate more cake!"
"What a good day." Inez laughed. She knew he was her age, but she could tell that he was so much more mature beyond his years despite his stature. Inez was glad she met Hunny, anyone with such a great disposition should be respected much more than Hunny was.
"Are you going to watch us train?"
"Yes, I'm looking of things to do for my research project. Would it be alright with you if I asked you questions after words, because I certainly don't know a thing about this."
"Yes, of course, over cake!"
"Good idea."
"You should watch Takashi though, he is working on a very old, ancient style of kendo that he has been researching himself from old books. It will be much more Japanese than what I am doing."
"Really?" Inez turned to look for Mori, but he had gone off somewhere without her even noticing. "What are you doing then, Hunny?"
"Well…how about you watch?!?"
"Sure." She sat down on the mats, and by the time she looked up again Hunny was already performing a series of flips and kicks that impressed her beyond words. After a while though, she noticed that what Hunny had been doing was pretty flashy stuff and he had now mellowed down to actual training, which was not as interesting to watch from the standpoint of someone who knows nothing about martial arts. She stood up and decided to go look for Mori, to see what he was doing.
She walked through a huge courtyard towards a series of trees that were blocking an open field. That really seemed like the only place to go for anyone to go and train.
Starting to walk through the trees she could see Mori standing about a hundred feet way. He had changed into kendo robes looking reminiscent.
She wanted to go ask what he was doing, she wanted to know what Hunny meant when he said that he researching a style of kendo, but she let it go and just stood and watched him.
Suddenly he broke his calm stance and his kendo sword – Inez took note to learn the name of it – flew into the air and quickly back down in an extremely precise movement. Inez was thrown off and stumbled backwards a little, and she just got the feeling that Mori knew she was there and she had just stumbled. Afraid that she broke his concentration, her eyes darted back to him but from what she could tell he was as concentrated as ever.
She just stood there and watched him, there was something perplexing about his training that she didn't find with Hunny. Hunny agreed too, when he showed up next to her a little while later.
"People always wonder, is it weird that I am so tiny, but so much more powerful than Takashi? How does Takashi deal with it? Is his subservience to me a matter of insecurity?" Hunny said. Inez was thrown off by Hunny's somber side that she had never seen, and assumed never came out much. "It's just, Takeshi doesn't care about martial arts and fighting like our families, or even I, do. It isn't about strength, to Takeshi, it's an art. He comprehends a beauty that is far beyond what I, or anyone in our family can imagine."
"I can see that."
"And his 'subservience,' despite his stoic, emotionless appearance, Takeshi is a very passionate person. We were raised largely to not be free with our emotions, so Takeshi channeled it into an appropriate outlet – me. While many girls find that his doting attractive, they don't understand it and I'm starting to fear that this is unhealthy for him. Hiding his art and his feelings."
Inez didn't know what to say – again, she had been in Japan for a total of a day.
"Why did you tell me this?"
Hunny pondered this question, and when he looked up at her, his eyes were sparkling and happy, back to his normal disposition. "Cause you and Takeshi are going to get married!"
Kyoya slumped down onto his bed. He was bored.
The last couple of years he had been secretly making investments and accumulating enough wealth that he was able to buy out a large branch of his father's empire.
Now that his father knew how far reaching his skills were, he actually decided to assist Kyoya with whatever business scheme he wanted.
Now Kyoya realized that the only thing he liked about doing it was the challenge. Now that the challenge of staying under his fathers radar was removed, he had no desire to do it anymore and now he had no idea what to do.
He had debated branching into other business ventures. Maybe into architecture or even something less prestigious like the entertainment industry – god knows he had a great time with the host club. Kyoya was pretty sure that wasn't it though.
He just needed something to accomplish simply because he wanted to accomplish it, not to settle family matters, or to prove something. Something that would challenge him, and he would enjoy conquering and feel proud of having accomplished it.
Tamaki walked passionately into his father's office, Kaoru and Hikaru in tow.
"What are we doing boss?"
"Infiltrating." He said squarely, slamming open the door.
"Father."
"Son." Yuzuru Suoh replied, not looking up from his paper work.
"We want to be enrolled in the Arabic class."
"Whaaaaa-?" Hikaru and Kaoru said.
"Do they want to be enrolled in the Arabic class?" Yuzuru replied.
"Not really." They said, but Tamaki yelled
"Never mind them! They don't know what they want! It is imperative for all of us to learn the language!"
"Why?" The twins pondered, annoyed. They could be home by now.
Tamaki paused, looking for a reason. "Imagine it! Walking down the sandy desert, sweating, a hoard of camels trollops by. We are researchers, looking for the ancient scrolls. A swarm of giant scorpions, the same size as a mid-size sedan suddenly attack, good thing our rippling muscles are there to help us defend knowledge!"
"You want us to give up our free hour to fuel your cosplay?" Kaoru demanded.
"Our cosplay." Tamaki corrected.
"I kind of want to." Hikaru said.
"Cosplay with me!?" Tamaki yelled excitedly.
"Take Arabic?" Yuzuru asked.
"Yeah." He said shortly. Kaoru looked at his brother questioningly, but didn't say anything.
"Well, if that is what you boys really want," Yuzuru looked at them, "Kaoru?"
"Uh," Kaoru responded breaking his gaze from his brother to Yuzuru. "Yeah, yeah, let's do it."
"Alright, I guess we could make this happen. The two from grade 10 opted to not take the class." He paused. "They wanted gym."
"Ooooooh." Tamaki, Hikaru and Kaoru responded, their eyes wide. It was a well known fact that couples who took gym together took it because they wanted to ability to hook up.
"And since you twins are basically one person –" Hikaru and Kaoru, without hesitation or looking at another, high-fived the other above Tamaki's head. "I guess it wouldn't be a problem if you enrolled in the Arabic class."