Hello all, This is Koso, also known as King of Shadowed Ones. So this was bouncing around the back of my head for a while now and it finally forced its way into a place where I had to write it down. Enjoy!

A King and His Court

'Eight years,' Kanji thought to himself as he enjoyed the steady breathing coming from his right. Eight years since Narukami-Senpai had gone home. Not that he hadn't returned; Nanako's graduation, Satonaka's graduation from the academy, Amagi's marriage to Ko-Senpai, and most recently Dojima-sama's funeral. Everything important he made sure to be there for. After Dojima's death Nanako was distraught. A simple call turned into a shootout. The old man wasn't a spring chicken anymore and the fact that he was protecting a group of children made his death beyond honorable.

Kanji sighed as he turned away from the warmth next to him and looked at the clock 4:44. He kicked his feet over the edge of his bed and slipped on his house shoes. As he stretched, he saw the blankets behind him steadily rise and fall. He smiled and made his way downstairs; Ma had retired a year and a half ago, leaving him the business. It had surprised everyone, himself included, how well he had done when he got to college; he had gotten his business degree in in three years instead of the usual four. He left the door open when he went to the bathroom. He placed a hand on the wall to support himself as he finished taking the piss. As he stood he felt a hand reach around his stomach and soft hair along his back. He looked down at the pale slim fingers and felt the soft breasts compressed against his back.

"Morning Naoto-Kun." He heard her purr and felt her rub her head into his back. The small woman had gotten closer to the giant of a man after he had saved her life during one of her cases. The shooter in question was thought to have been a biker of some sort. Kanji told her otherwise and wound up proving it when he stopped the bullet from the suit, with his body. The rehab sucked, the date not so much. The two of them started slow neither one had a relationship before, though Yu had apparently come close for Naoto once upon a time. Facing the woman he loved, he lifted her and buried his cast into the collar of her night shirt, which used to be his. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried the two of them up the stairs and over to his bed. They both fell into bed and he sighed in contentment. He kissed her soundly and listened as his perfect woman did her best cat impression, rubbing her head all over his chest. 'Nyaaoto*… ' He chuckled, causing her to stop and look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Something funny Kanji-kun?"

"Nothin' love, just thought of a new name for ya 's all."

"Oh?"

"Nyaaoto, because your acting cat like." The woman on top of him laughed and resumed her rubbing, her naked bottom half grinding against him. She caught his lips again and it made him feel so whole, so right. Kanji rolled them onto a side and pulled her close spooning what he saw as his life. The two of them fell back asleep for a little bit longer.

Naoto woke first. She sighed in contentment and dug herself in, pulling Kanji's arms tighter around her as she tried to force herself as close as possible to him. He was hers, her man, her life, and her everything. She smiled as she remembered when she went for his help four years ago. She wanted a simple comparison. She had been working a case near his college, and the unsub was too erratic for her to fully place. Remembering an old promise, she looked up his address in a campus directory.

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She finally found him in his dorm room, she was surprised when she saw notes all over a table. A mess, but there were many psychiatrists that state a messy work area can be an indicator of an organized and genius mind. She never put much credit in that until she read over his Economics notes. His grasp on retail as well as national and even international level business topics was extraordinary. Neat slanted handwriting, some in legible English as well as neater kanji, filled entire notebooks worth of pages. The boy in question was asleep at the time. She tried to be discreet as she moved to shake him awake, but something caught her eye that made her blush, a picture of the two of them talking. It was during the time he had been letting his hair grow out black again. She remembered the conversation, helped along by his bleached tips. It was when he told her that he was going away to school and that if she needed him that he would come running.

"Kanji-kun?" Naouto had already stopped trying to hide the treble in her voice, though she still had the husky alto voice that confused people when they first heard her speak. Likewise her pantsuits had grown far more feminine, the male ones didn't fit right anymore. Seeing that the large man failed to respond, she went over to him and poked him lightly. Still seeing no movement, she cocked back her arm to hit him.

"I wouldn't ma'am," Naoto turned a blush forming as she saw a short man smiling lecherously at her, his eyes aimed distinctly lower than hers. Naoto was about to say something when all of a sudden she felt herself getting pushed from behind by a large black fabric wall, or Kanji's back.

"Taru-san, you think 'bout goin' near Naoto and I swear I'll kick ya' ass all the way to the old capital and back." Kanji's voice was welcome even if the message was a shock. The other man's eyes almost popped out of his head when Kanji almost seemed to growl at him. The man at the door turned and ran away. As Kanji walked to the door she saw that his black hair seemed fuller, softer then his old bleach job. He still wore his jackets like a cape though. She never could figure how he kept it on so tightly while using chairs, desks, and shields like sledgehammers. When he turned back to face her, her eyes went wide at the smile on his face and the dark circles beneath his eyes. "How are you doin Naoto-kun, sorry about dropping the suffix on you like that. Taru-san is not the kind of guy I want interested in you. How may I help you?"

"Well Kanji," she was a bit surprised by his more refined way of talking, using full words and proper sentences. "I need help. I can't get a read on something and I wanted your opinion."

"Umm… Sure. Don't know how much help I'll be though." He closed the door and offered her his bed as he slid into his chair. She looked at the bed, she scrambled up there unknowingly giving Kanji a nice view of her ass wiggling to make it up. She probably didn't realize that the end of the bed could be used as a ladder. Sitting herself down she realized that she enjoyed the smell that he left behind, musky without the stink. It reminded her of something, her eyes shot open… she would go over that particular event later.

"Actually I more wanted to voice my opinions to a person, you were nearby and I know I can trust you," She stuck her feet under the blanket of his bed and thinking for a moment she nodded her head. "Everything that this guy does points to a biker." She pointed to her briefcase and made a hand it up motion, Kanji wordlessly did as instructed. "It is a man, that much we know," several photos came out of the case and Kanji looked down at them and looked, something caught his eye…

"Ay, Naoto-kun," Kanji pointed at the damages done to items something was wrong… "This mess is too organized." Naoto blinked in confusion as she looked at what Kanji was pointing to, it was a mess.

"What are you talking about?"

"The mess, look at the lines on the car and sign, they're all come'n from the same way, orien-something or other."

"Orientation?" Naoto looked closer at the strike marks on the car and even the dumpster… he was right, "what does that have to do with anything though?"

"When a biker goes on a rampage like something like this, he ain't thinking he's swinging wildly. Think about the Grand Prix," Kanji smiled as he remembered that stupid tournament and how he spent a good chunk of it thinking that it was a dream. Naoto also thought back and remembered when Kanji fought… wait he's right the hits he gave were almost random, she remembered back to fights that she saw for a variety of reasons, undisciplined swings were never like this. "My guess is a suit, a white collar worker is who your perp is."

Naoto shook her head impossible, she kept that thought too up until she saw a man from a nearby company walk towards her and pull a gun out. Taru-san seemed to be a part timer there for his degree, Kanji was somehow in the right place to run after her and knock her behind him in time to take the shot for her. It hit him in the leg but Kanji had to be stopped from permanently damaging the suspect of the prior crimes. Naoto smiled at how a team of cops couldn't stop him, but one touch from her and it was like a spell was broken. He went with her to the hospital. The doctors were surprised he could even move, especially after he was first shot. They had to do surgery to get all of the fragments out of the wound; the bullet hit bone and shattered in his leg.

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She squeaked when she felt herself lifted and turned around so she was facing the pale chest of Kanji. She snuggled herself into him as she heard him sigh. They had started seeing each other as more then friends shortly after Kanji had finished with rehab. Kanji moved to get up, the blue blanket lifting slightly as he untangled himself and muttered about stupid weddings and stupider wedding dresses. All of their friends had come to them first Yukiko, then Rise… twice now, and then two months ago Youske and Chie walked into the shop and even weirder they were holding hands and blushing profusely. They had explained to Kanji that they had been dating for the last 6 years in secret, impressive feat while living in a small town like Inaba… damn impressive actually.

"Well Kanji-kun… Umm Youske is going to propose tomorrow in front of the group, you know our yearly meet up to go and spend the day with Kuma-kun… Well I… we.., kinda wanted you to make the dress for us…" Kanji was shocked, looking at Youske Kanji couldn't help but grin at the way that the two of them looked everywhere but at each other, Youske's hand never left hers though. Kanji simply nodded and took the measurements saying he'd talk design and wedding planning after the proposal was official. Looking at Naoto in his bed surrounded by his blankets Kanji couldn't help but feel happy…

He felt like a king, an Emperor even and that all was right in his court…

*Nyaaoto= Nyaan is the sound a cat makes in japan and by situating it into Naoto's name Kanji was calling her a cat

So I hope you enjoyed the one shot, if enough people would like a second chapter I'll throw one up, PM's and reviews are always welcome and appreciated just don't be a dick about it, the second chapter would be a surprise (Meaning I have no idea at this point). Well I hope you all liked it, I look forward to your reviews.

KING OF SHADOWED ONES