I do not own love hina or any of its characters. But I do own Kijuro Takagi, he is my creation.

The cell was gray and dull; the only thing that provided light was the setting sun outside. Kijuro sat on his bed with his head in his hands; he was still feeling guilt and self-hatred, 'I bet a lot of people would love to see me fry. I guess I deserve it. I just wish that I never started this; I wish I had declined to go drinking, and then maybe it would have been me and Naru in that bath. Of course what had happened could not be changed. Thinking about "what if" is foolish.' He thought. Footsteps echoed from the hallway as a guard approached Kijuro's cell. Kijuro lifted his head and looked at him. The guard told him he had a visitor. Kijuro's heartbeat increased, 'Was it Naru? What the hell would he say if it was?' the guard interrupted his thoughts.

"Hey, you coming or not?" asked the guard. Kijuro nodded and followed him.

As Kijuro approached the stall he saw the visitor. It was that Suzuki bastard! Kijuro picked up the phone and angrily said, "Why aren't you in jail, you bastard?"

Mr. Suzuki smiled, "Its called bail, I'm rich remember? I just had my daughter bail me out. It was quite a lot of money, and you're going to pay for it. You are going to pay with Naru's life."

Kijuro's eyes widened, "You...you bastard! This is between you and me! Leave her alone, I swear to god if you harm her...Wait, I can just tell one of the policemen around here and have you behind bars."

Suzuki laughed on the other side of the glass, "Ha! Go ahead, tell them. They will never believe that you are accusing the man who put you in jail of murder!"

Before Kijuro could answer, Suzuki put the phone down and walked away. Kijuro banged on the glass, "Come back, you bastard! I swear to god you wont get away with this!" the guards grabbed him, pulled him off and threw him back into his cell. Kijuro grabbed the bars, "Wait! Suzuki! He's going to kill Naru! Please!"

The guard chuckled, "Yeah, right, whatever you say pal."

Kijuro panicked, he had to save Naru, he just had to! He couldn't have her die knowing he could have done something. He was leaving this place tonight. Definitely. But how was he going to? He had to think

Later that night he was woken up by a racket. All cell doors were wide open, and the alarm was blaring. It seemed as if he wasn't the only one that wanted to leave. He taken the chance and ran out, joining other prisoners who were running towards the exit. The guards started to get nervous and had started shooting the men that were desperately fleeing for their lives. With Kijuro's experience in gunfights he quickly sneaked past the guards and out of the gates that had been forced open. He ran from the multiple snipers in the towers until he had found a place to hide. He was out, now all he had to do was change his clothes and find out a way to contact Naru and warn her. After a small amount of time of wandering silently, he had found some clothes on a clothesline. He put on a pair of jeans and a white shirt that loosely fit him. He had also found a payphone. He nervously dialed the Hinata inn's phone number which he had found in a phone book.

Two rings went by before somebody answered, "Hello?" asked someone who seemed younger than Naru.

Kijuro hesitated, then responded, "Is Naru there?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"An old friend."

"Okay, just a second"

There was a small pause until Kijuro heard the phone being passed to another person. Naru's voice followed, "Hello? Who is this?"

"Listen it doesn't matter who this is, you are in trouble. Get out of the Hinata inn and go somewhere far away."

"What the hell is this, some kind of cruel joke? Who is this?"

Kijuro sighed, "Its Kijuro Takagi"

A loud noise indicated that Naru had hung up.

Kijuro tried to call back, and to his surprise, someone picked up, "Hello?"

"It's me again, please just let me explain."

"There's nothing to explain. When I saw you I remembered how dearly I loved you. When I saw you brutally kill Motoko, I remembered how dearly I hated you."

"I would have never hurt her or Urashima if I knew it would hurt you I swear! I love you more than you could ever imagine and I would never hurt you!"

"What about when you were drunk?"

"I was just celebrating my confession to you, I didn't know that alcohol would do that to me. Please forgive me, I will never touch another alcoholic substance as long as I live."

"I cannot forgive you for taking Motoko's life, nor can I forgive you for what you did to me. It is too late, don't try to run me out of town and think you can have me back. I'm married, and I would be happy if I were to never see you again!"

Kijuro could tell she was going to hang up, "Wait! Please! I swear you are in danger! Suzuki, he wanted revenge on me, so he wants to kill you! Please listen to me and get out of there, I don't care if you go off with Urashima as long as you are safe and happy."

"You have nothing to worry about. Keitaro and I are going home tomorrow, where you won't be able to abuse us over the phone."

Kijuro sighed as she hung up. They can't go home, Suzuki will find them, he had to go to Hinata inn, but he had to go tomorrow. For today he needed to go to sleep. Kijuro had found a small alleyway in the back of a shop. He had covered himself with several boxes to try to hide himself. And there he was in the dark, cold, tired, and frightened for his life, driven only by love.

Kijuro stretched, forgetting about the boxes, knocking them over. He looked around and found nobody. He stood up, still tired but destined to go on. At his second glance towards the alleyway he saw a stranger looking at him. She was very attractive; she had long hair, the same clothes as Motoko had, and was holding a long blade. After his vision adjusted he recognized. It was Tsuruko. He had met her a while ago; she had taught him all he knew about fighting, "Tsuruko! Thank god, I need your..." he stopped as soon as he noticed the expression on her face. She seemed enraged, "Kijuro Takagi, you will pay for the death of my sister, by her own blade!" she yelled, gripping the sword in her hand. "Oh shit" was all that he could say. He knew that no matter how he tried, fighting Tsuruko was a losing battle. She ran over to him and thrust her sword forward. In a desperate attempt to avoid the sword, he dove sideways. It didn't work out well; she had managed to injure him. Luckily it was no more than a small cut. Just as she was about to attack again, the wail of police sirens filled the air and four police vehicles skidded to a stop in front of the alleyway. Tsuruko looked at the police, then at Kijuro, and stood. She put her sword back and before leaving she looked at him with cold eyes, "We will finish this later."

The policemen surrounded him, they put their guns up and Kijuro raised his hands in surrender. One of the cops approached him,

"Oh boy are you fucked now buddy, we..." before he could finish the sentence, Kijuro grabbed his gun and kicked him. The man flew back and Kijuro took cover behind a wall.

The second that Kijuro had finished his display, the men let out the lead. Bullets ricocheted and landed on the ground. After a short amount the gunfire had ceased due to inactivity. Kijuro leaped out and threw himself towards the nearest policeman, slid under him and shot him in the back of the head. The other men gawked and had little time to react as Kijuro got into the now empty vehicle, and drove away.

Kijuro panted as he drove the stolen vehicle, 'Great, just fucking great. I have the police, and one of the most powerful swordsmen after me. On top of that I have to save a woman that hates me.' The other policemen from the alleyway were already behind him. He headed for an empty field and put the cruise control on. He leaned out the window and tried to shoot the tire of the vehicle. After several shots a loud pop was heard and the car spun out of control, crashing into the stands at the side of the field. Luckily it exploded as the other two vehicles drove by it. All three of them were engulfed in a fiery display.

Kijuro drove to Hinata inn and walked out of the police vehicle. He thought of how strange he looked, a man with clothes too big for him, a large wound on his side walking out of a police vehicle that was bathed in bullet holes. He walked over to the entrance of Hinata inn, every step hurt because of the cut in his side. He knocked on the front door and waited. A tall Indian girl answered the door, he had remembered her from the news, something about the kingdom of Molmol. She took one look at him and slowly stepped back,

"You are Kijuro Takagi? Yes you must be."

She pulled out a pistol and pointed it at his head, "Orders were to terminate you on sight. But I'm going to give you three seconds to get out of here. If, of course, you give me that weapon of yours."

Kijuro's wound had started hurting more.

"Give me the weapon and leave now!"

His vision had become blurry and he started breathing heavier.

"I'm going to count to three Mr. Takagi"

He started coughing

"One" she said as her eyes narrowed

He fell to his knees

"Two!"

He collapsed completely and lost all consciousness

END OF CHAPTER THREE

by the way, dont get mad at me because su seems out of character, remember its adult su. so shes serious and maybe a little trigger happy(but are'nt we all?)