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

Kijuro woke up in a dark place, and quickly discovered that he was bound to a chair. He struggled against the ropes with no success.

The Indian girl walked up to him, "Ok, Mr. Takagi, looks like you were in quite some trouble. Unfortunately for you that was Child's play compared to what I'm going to do to you. You're the filthy bastard that killed Motoko. Motoko was very dear to me; she was very dear to all of us."

"Untie me, let me go, Naru is going to die if I don't stop Suzuki." Kijuro said through gritted teeth

The girl laughed, "Do you really think I'm going to let you go? Of course not! Now, first order of business, I will be back in an hour and you will endure my wrath."

She left through a door which she had bolted afterwards. Kijuro didn't know what she was going to do, and he wasn't planning to find out. After a couple of minutes of trying to escape from the ropes, he had met his goal. They loosened and he slipped out of them. Only one barred window lit the room, and looked like the only escape. With no luck, Kijuro tried to pry the bars open. He saw a small blue-haired girl peering at him through the door, 'Shit! If she sees me untied she'll tell that crazy bitch!' was his first thought.

Although she unlocked the door and nervously walked in, "Please... don't hurt me, she doesn't plan to feed you, so I brought you something I made."

Kijuro let out a relieved sigh as he took a tray of food from her hands, "Please, finish quickly before she finds out."

He finished it and handed it to her, thanking her, "I cannot thank you enough, but please, you have to let me free, just tell her I escaped"

She looked down at the floor, "I don't know... if I let you go will you promise not to kill anyone else?"

Although in a normal situation he'd laughingly fake his promise in his previous years, he replied now in all seriousness, "I swear, that I will never take another person's life as long as I live"

She looked doubtful, but let him out. He thanked her until she was too nervous to keep him there.

He had made a mental note to return and thank the girl later, once other business had been taken care of. He looked down at his side, and saw that he had been patched up, luckily the pain had receded and he didn't think the wound would bother him anymore. He looked at the police car, "I'm going to need a new ride" he joked. He walked into the nearest parking lot and hotwired the fastest car he could find. As he rode away, a businessman (most likely the owner of the vehicle) was chasing the car, yelling. That wasn't good, he would call the police and they would be looking for this car.

Kijuro increased the speed and weaved through the traffic as it panicked around him.

His cell phone rung and he ignored it, but after the third or fourth time someone was calling him, he switched the speakerphone on, "What is it?" he said angrily.

"I see you, you better watch out, your going above the speed limit." Said Suzuki's voice

"What the fuck do you want?"

"You are too late; my sniper is already on his way. Maybe it will be easier to turn around and find a small crawlspace to use to hide from the police, oh, speak of the devil."

Kijuro looked in his mirror and saw several police vehicles after him.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" he said, forgetting his cell phone was on

"Getting nervous are you Mr. Takagi?"

"Fuck off." Kijuro said as he turned his cell phone off.

Kijuro slowed down enough for one of the vehicles to place itself beside his, and banged it into the wall. The policeman inside looked at Kijuro in fear as the vehicle flipped over Kijuro's car and exploded behind it, causing the overpass they were crossing to collapse, 'Shit! There goes my promise.'

He looked back at the two vehicles still stubbornly chasing him, and swerved around, he had a plan. He drove back to the ruined overpass and found the highest elevation at one point, and used it as a ramp. His heart had stopped as the car took flight towards freedom. The car roughly landed with most of it on the concrete, while the back tires were hanging off the edge. He pulled himself in and watched as the two policemen unsuccessfully tried to copy his stunt, and met their flaming end.

The rest of the trip to the Urashima residence was police-free, but Kijuro feared that he was too late. Luckily he wasn't, the sniper was setting up on top of a roof. Kijuro saw Naru climb out of a vehicle in the distance and saw the sniper smile. He opened the trunk of the vehicle and took out a bat, the most powerful weapon that he could find. He rushed up the stairs and quietly approached the sniper. He heard the sniper mumble to himself, "Ok, looks like her. Such a shame to waste such a nice body. I would sure like to fu..." he groaned with pain as Kijuro put all his strength in the bat and cracked his head open like an eggshell. Kijuro spit on the corpse and dismantled the weapon, throwing away key parts, rendering it useless.

Kijuro heard a cough behind him, "If you want a job done right, do it yourself."

Kijuro froze in place, then slowly turned around to find a pistol pointed at his face. The arm holding the gun belonged to Suzuki. Kijuro knew it was the end; he closed his eyes and gulped.

...A gunshot pierced the silence...

Kijuro opened his eyes to see Suzuki fall to his knees. A shaky hand was holding a pistol, the same hand that had killed Suzuki before Suzuki had killed him, the same hand that belonged to Naru. She was in tears, and dropped to her knees when Suzuki's last breath escaped.

Kijuro looked at her, "Naru, you saved my life, even after all I have done. Thank you." Naru still wept, "Kijuro, Keitaro is dead... we had taken different cars and promised to meet here. An overpass collapsed on his car, killing him instantly."

Kijuro's heart felt like a hot knife of guilt had cut it. He held Naru as she mourned her husband.

3 years after that shocking evening, Naru and Kijuro had wed and had almost forgotten about what had happened in the past, although they had to change names and move to America because of Kijuro's crimes. There Kijuro had established an elite group of stealth soldiers called "The Shadows". They were the best of the best and had saved the army's skin many times. Naru had not drawn that much attention to herself, she was a regular 'American' businesswoman; and that was the end.

Tell me that wasn't cheesy. Ok so that whole chapter was unplanned, kinda just came out and wasn't how I expected to end it but I liked it nonetheless. Thanks to jess-san again for beta-reading. Thanks to burnout 3 for inspiring the police-chase scene (and u can thank it for the late updates, plus fable.) sorry I had to end it but I got other fics to work on and another one coming along.