AN: Welcome to the canon ending of You're an Asshole But I Love You! I hope you enjoy this ending (and if you decide to read the other ending called YAABILU Fix-It Ending, I hope you enjoy that to).

Remember, both endings will have four chapters and I will be posting them at the same time. Enjoy!

James had just gotten word of who the kidnapped man was and had sent out the message to Kingsman. Looking over the place, James had little idea of what they could be doing to Professor Arnold. Time was not on his side and he'd need to hurry.

Scanning the area and seeing how many adversaries he'd most likely have to face, he finally decided the direct route was most likely the best. The men were probably expecting an indirect route anyways.

Double checking his weapons before he went, James walked up to the front and did what would probably be the least expected thing. He knocked.

He didn't hear anyone immediately cock a gun but people were moving about. A figure came to the door, hesitant and waiting, before finally opening the door.

"I suppose asking to borrow a cup of sugar is a step too far."

Swiftly, he pulled out his gun and fired, pushing the man back and into the place as he used him as a shield. Cataloging where each figure was, he began to plan out his path. As a new idea came into mind, he followed it so he smoothly dispatched each man.

It was almost to easy he thought but that didn't really matter at the moment. The fact that they had kidnapped a man meant that they had some need for him. Even if the professor was clueless as to what was going on, James should be able to get a lead to whoever was behind everything.

It had been months and yet still not a clue. Hopefully with this he'd finally be able to see Alastair again.

"Professor Arnold, I'm here to take you home." The poor man was speechless and clearly not prepared for the fight he had just witnessed. That made it less likely that he was involved in something dirty or at least he was the one giving the orders and not executing them.

He then heard a sound and quickly approached as another man suddenly appeared. He fired the gun before the man even knew what was happening and then smoothly took the glass as the body fell to the floor.

"Mm. 1962 Dalmore. It'd be a sin to spill any. Don't you think?" asked James as he took a sip. After weeks of waiting and hideouts he had to say it was good to finally get the blood flowing. That went for the mission as well. It seemed to be finally moving forward.

However, before he could go to untie Professor Arnold, a knock sounded at the door. He approached slowly as he saw the silhouette of the figure. James thought of simply shooting the man, it would be easy enough, but he was likely the man everyone here had been waiting for. Even if he wasn't behind everything, he was probably higher up than the goons he had just killed and might be able to provide some solid information. With that, he may get an even better lead and finish the mission faster.

He approached slowly, moving around the fallen bodies with his gun raised and the whiskey still in hand. A small smirk appeared on his lips as he came closer and a thought crossed his mind.

It was lucky that Alastair wasn't with him for the moment. He could just see him criticizing him about his trigger happy finger and—

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The thought was never finished.