I'll Always be by Your side (OHSHC: Takashi 'Mori' Morinozuka x OC)

Chapter Fifteen: Lina Kiminoke

"She's here!" Carala ran outside as a limo pulled up.

A young woman in her mid twenties stepped out, her black hair tied into a tight bun with hair sweeping out.

"Carala chan!" She cried, giving Carala a hug.

"So this is where you live now?" Lina asked, and Carala nodded.

"Hey, Carala chan." Another voice said.

A young man with black hair that poked out of his head like soft thistles walked up from behind him.

"Hi, Auden San! How are you?" Carala asked earnestly.

Auden chuckled. "Cut the San part, Carala chan. I'll be your Uncle Auden by next week."

Takashi stood by the doorway. So these two were Carala's parents for a few years.

"Come here, Taka!" Carala called. "Introduce yourself!"

"..Takashi Morinozuka." He said quietly, shaking their hands.

"He let me stay at his house when I burned mine down." Carala informed them.

"Really? Thank you so much for taking care of her, she's a reckless girl, that needs to be kept an eye on a lot." Lina thanked, ignoring the protests from Carala.

Takashi just nodded.

"He's not much of a talker." Carala whispered to her teacher.

"Oh, really? Tell me, how long have you been dating?" Lina asked offhandedly.

"Wh-Wha?!" Carala spluttered, turning red. "N-Not like that! We-We're just friends!"

"Oh, really?" Lina sighed, disappointed.

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(Third POV)

"Why is Basa senpai so happy?" Tamaki asked Kyoya.

"Her mother figure, Miss Kiminoke, is getting married in a few days." Kyoya said without looking up from his book.

"Ohh! I want to go!" Tamaki ran up to Basa.

"Sure! Auntie said to invite my friends!" Basa clapped her hands.

A soft knock came on the door.

"Eh? Isn't the host club not open today?" Haruhi opened the door.

"Excuse me...would Tsubasa Carala happen to be here?"

A Chinese-Looking woman with her hair in a Chinese-style bun, qipao and black tights was standing there.

"Ah..yes, in here." Haruhi watched as the woman walked inside curiously, then closed the door.

"Auntie!" Basa ran up to the woman. "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to see your school. Mrs. Morinozuka said you would be at a club, and then some students told me you'd be here." The woman answered.

"Oh! Everyone, this is my Auntie! Auntie, this is the host club!" Carala introduced.

"Hello everybody, I'm Lina Kiminoke. Thank you for taking in Carala chan." Kiminoke said with a smile.

"Hello, Miss Kiminoke. I am Kyoya, and I offer you my congratulations of your marriage." Kyoya held out a hand.

Kiminoke shook his hand. "So you're Kyoya kun, huh? Wow, you're way handsomer than I thought!"

"H-Huh? Auntie, how d'you know each other?" Basa asked, shocked.

"Oh, he's sent me emails before. A few days after you left. He's been sending updates every month, and even sent pictures." Kiminoke tapped her lips mysteriously.

"And I know all of you..Suoh Tamaki, Ootori Kyoya, Hitachiin Hikaru and Kaoru, Haninozuka Mitsukuni, Fujioka Haruhi and of course I know Morinozuka Takashi!" Kiminoke named everyone.

"We have to go home now, Carala. Mrs. Morinozuka also said to pick up Takashi Kun." She added. "For training. It's been a while."

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Takashi was curious. What kind of teacher was Kiminoke sensei?

"Carala! Your form!" Kiminoke suddenly shouted. "What direction are you punching? The enemy could easily flip you over like that! Do it again!"

Carala nodded and repeated the form.

Takashi watched, a bit surprised sat how strict Kiminoke was. Sure, martial art teachers were strict, but she was even more.

"You too!" Kiminoke suddenly pointed at Takashi. "Don't stand there! Go do it with her!"

"Kiminoke sensei, I learn judo, and kendo." Takashi explained.

"Yeah, yeah, fine. Go get your kendo sword then! Carala, go get your spear!"

After two and a half hours, Kiminoke called a break.

"How do you handle her, Auden?" Carala groaned as she dragged herself to the bench.

Auden snorted. "You've been living with her for years and still don't know the answer? Go with the flow, Cara. Are you alright, Takashi kun?"

Takashi was exhausted. He was sinking into the bench.