I do not own love hina or any of its characters. But I do own Kijuro Takagi, he is my creation and he is a bad-ass assassin with a soft spot for Naru. I'm kind of mixed up with the ages and stuff, so lets pretend this make sense chronologically.

Kijuro walked down the street, his head low as his feet carried him mechanically. He was a tall man; he was 23 years old with jet black hair and dark eyes. He had spent most of his time looking for Naru. He sighed, every time he had thought of her it hurt, they had loved each other so much. But that one night, that foul liquid had caused him to do something unimaginable, to harm his love. He had not remembered how or why it happened. He only remembered the horrid things that she had said he did to her when she left. He had just gone out for a couple of drinks to celebrate with his friends whom had helped him in gathering the courage to confess to her. One drink after another and he was soon home.

His thoughts were disrupted by a woman who had bumped into him, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't watch where I was going" he said as he lifted his head. He soon realized who the woman was. He reached out his hand, "Naru?" he asked as he put his hand on her shoulder. She looked like she was about to cry, she turned around and ran away. He wanted to follow her; he wanted to tell her how sorry he was. He had wanted to be with her, to have her in his arms again. But he knew that following her would only hurt her more. He had to find some other means of contacting her, but the important thing was that he had found her, and that over time they could forget what had happened.

He stood staring at the direction she ran away in, still thinking about her, how much more beautiful she had gotten, how much more mature. He had felt so bad. His cell phone rang; he quickly picked it up and flipped it open.

An older man spoke to him, "Kijuro?" The man spoke with a nervous tone in his voice. Kijuro already knew what it was. It must have been a job. This man had sounded so nervous and Kijuro had never heard his voice before.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Kijuro said, walking away from the public's ears.

"I have someone....that I want ridden of." The man was still nervous as he went on.

"And who might this someone be?" Kijuro chuckled.

The man seemed more nervous than ever on the other side of the line. He breathed deeply, "His name ... is Keitaro Urashima."

Kijuro walked down the street looking for the address the man gave him. He finally found the place. It was an old Victorian with large gates at the front. A security guard sat inside a small booth outside the gate, "Can I help you?" he said

"Yeah, the name is Kijuro, Mr. Suzuki is excepting me."

The guard picked up a phone in his booth and dialed a number.

"Yes sir, there is a man named Kijuro here to see you?" after a short pause the guard replied again, "Yes right away, Mr. Suzuki"

The guard flipped a switch and the gate slowly opened. Kijuro walked up the driveway and rang the doorbell. A maid answered and pointed upstairs. She probably was American, she didn't seem to know Japanese, and she certainly didn't look Japanese.

Kijuro looked through an open door to see a man sitting in a chair, smoking a cigar. An attractive younger woman was sitting in the chair near him, she looked a bit shaken.

"Close the door" the man said, waving his hand towards the entrance to the room. Kijuro stopped, turned around, closed the door, and locked the latch. The man motioned for Kijuro to sit down.

Kijuro smiled, "I'll stand, thank you, now, this Urashima fellow, why do you want to get rid of him?"

The man glanced at the woman in the seat, "He has harassed my daughter" Kijuro nodded and thought, 'A pervert huh? I should have no problem with this; anyone who doesn't respect the beauty of a woman deserves to be punished.' The woman interrupted, "I...I... was just walking down the street, I was planning to meet someone. Then that...that monster came up to me and touched...my...my breast, so I ran and he tried to grab me again, and nearly pulled my shirt off..." she was interrupted by her own tears.

Kijuro looked at Mr. Suzuki, "Do you have a picture of this bastard?"

Mr. Suzuki reached into a drawer and pulled out a small photograph of a man roughly Kijuro's age, wearing a shirt with a four-leaf clover on it and FORTW written around it and large square glasses.

Kijuro put the picture in his pocket, "Don't worry, I'll get rid of him."

The man nodded and Kijuro walked out. Out of the corner of his eye, Kijuro could see the man patting the woman's back and giving her a tissue.

Kijuro flipped open his phone and dialed an old friend. After a couple of rings the other line picked up.

"Hello? This is Katou speaking" said a man on the other line.

"Katou, this is Kijuro. I just got a new job; give me a sniper rifle with the most painful bullets available." He said, after again walking away from the crowd he was in.

"Well we have these new bullets that don't do much, but they eject poison on contact so it makes the death slow and painful, but if you want fast and clean, then I'll suggest the standard"

Kijuro could hear noises in the background of metal clanging together, "Give me that poison one." He said, smiling.

Kijuro set up the sniper rifle on top of a building and looked through the scope. Everything was set. The bullets were loaded, the scope was in place, and Urashima was sitting in the hot springs in the hinata inn. Kijuro grinned as he lined up the crosshairs. Before he could fire he saw someone walk into the bath with him, it was a woman. It was Naru! She had walked over to him and they kissed. It wasn't a friendly kiss on the cheek; it was a deep passionate kiss. Kijuro's hands trembled with rage and he almost pulled the trigger. He was so angry, 'that little bastard! What the hell was he doing with Naru?' he thought, 'That kiss...that deep kiss I had always imagined of sharing with her... the bastard stole it! I must kill him! Shit! If she is in a relationship with him, and she loses him, then she might get hurt. I didn't want to do it. Shit! Why did this have to happen?' he lowered the sniper rifle and collapsed to the ground, his insides aching and churning. She was happy with someone else. Then he realized something; that someone else was a no good pig. 'Look what he had done to that poor woman.' Maybe it would be better if he did kill him off? Was Naru really happy with this asshole?

He had to do it. But he couldn't, not now; he wouldn't want her to watch Urashima die before her. He had to do it when she was not with him. He would have to observe his movement, and where he goes, to ensure a good place and time to kill the little punk. Then maybe, he could comfort her after the death, and they could become what they once were, deeply in love. And he wasn't going to touch another bottle of alcohol, not after what happened last time. Although he would always have to hide the secret that he was the one who killed Urashima. What if he told her? After what he had done to her before, would she ever forgive him? Of course not, there's only so much pain a human can endure. She would only look at him as a cold-blooded murderer and nothing more. If only he had met her before he started this stupid fucking assassin job. Of course he had stopped using the money for himself, even after the years he had been looking for her. He was saving it for them, if they ever got back together. He occasionally used the earnings to buy food and equipment, but most of it was stored. He sighed as he packed up the sniper rifle and stood, barely being able to see the heartbreaking scene he had just seen through the scope.

He had walked into a café, and got a cup of coffee. Nothing seemed to drown out the kiss he had just seen. 'It was so painful. They were taking a bath together, and they were kissing... it must have been really serious. If only he hadn't been sent to kill urashima and he had had talked to Naru, and apologized to her. She would have easily picked him again over that bastard. Would she? She has changed, maybe her taste has too?' his long pondering was interrupted by the blaring ring of his cell phone. He reached for his pocket and picked it up again, "Kijuro here" he said with a sad tone.

Mr. Suzuki's voice replied on the other side, "Kijuro, how did it go? Did you do it? Did anybody see you? Did you miss?" he blurted out.

Kijuro sighed, "I couldn't. It wasn't very clear, I'm kind of busy right now, but I'll do it. Don't worry." He was very careful of his words in the café. He hung up and didn't give Mr. Suzuki any time to reply. He then shut off his phone and headed to a hotel. He needed to rest for the night. He headed to a small hotel somewhat far from the small village. He checked in as Mr. Suzuki's distant relative. With this job, he had been given a credit card for 'needed expenses' by Mr. Suzuki. After being checked in and showed to his room, he sat down on the bed and placed one thing on the nightstand, a picture of Naru. Before he went to sleep he looked at the picture and said, "We will be together again Naru and I will never hurt you again, I promise."

END OF CHAPTER 1