Kanji sat at his work station the bolts of silk fabric around him seemed to be in a random order. They weren't though; he knew where everything in his small work area dedicated to his special orders could be found in a moment's notice. He smirked as he nodded his head to the rhythm of the hard rock he had blaring in the background as he skillfully took his shears to the material. With a sharp eye and steady hands the pieces he wanted came into being. He had talked with Chie and was happy that she wanted a Kimono, he enjoyed working with the silk over the white satin that never seemed to flow as smoothly under his hands. Besides, white was boring, the Green and gold combination of her Kimono when combined with the shades of amber and other colors that represented different things. Kanji wasn't a smart man, in his own opinion at least. He left the thinking to Naoto, she was the clever detective, he was the creative one and, if need be, the muscle. The last few years had been interesting and soon he and Naoto would be the only ones left not married out of their friends, Rise was now married to some foreigner, a fairly middle class man actually, she married, it seemed, for the sake of Love this time. Her first one was, well a mistake. Kanji took the pile of cut silk and moved them over to his work desk and taking a needle and a spool of thread he went to work on the bits drowning out the world as he remembered Hanamura-Senpai's marriage proposal.

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The TV world was different; it became more and more earth-like every year they visited. Kuma had stopped wearing the bear suit now and simply greeted them as a human, he had aged, although slowly and now he looked to be about 18 maybe 20. They had brought Nanako-chan with them into the world and explained everything to her. The hardest part was explaining what exactly Kuma-kun was. Once explained enough Kuma and Naoto ran off into the distance laughing as the rest of them walked behind. Naoto slipped herself closer to Kanji and slipped a hand down and felt for his hand. Kanji moved his hand down to hers without a sound and smirked slightly as he felt the love of his life slip herself closer her right hand slipping across his body and hugging his arm closer to her, rubbing her head lightly against the bulge of his bicep due to their rather large height difference. In front of them Kanji remembered seeing Youske and Chie bickering about something, a light blush on Chie's face as she stuttered something out that caused Yukkiko-senpai to start one of her snorting belly laughs that caused the rest of them to start laughing. Laughing Kanji looked around. Where did Rise… Kanji made a strangled yelp as he felt a weight hit his back and cling to his neck; He stumbled forward slightly losing his grip on Naoto's hand. It was warm blooded and laughing so shadow was out. He sighed as he felt Rise shift around more on his back her arms in an almost stranglehold around his neck, Kanji looked over and saw Naoto's left brow twitch slightly and her hand shift and twitch to where her gun holster usually sat on her belt. There hadn't been a shadow attack in a couple of years now and the five of them stopped bringing weapons in here, besides if things went to hell in a hand basket they had their persona to fall back on.

"N-N-Naoto-kun?" Rise looked at her head cocked to the side before looking down at the man who she had tried and failed to glomp… again. "Kanji defend me."

"Defend ya own damn self." Kanji rolled his shoulders while shaking his back causing the idol to shriek a little as the movement somehow knocked her loose and she fell towards the ground landing with a soft oomph. Kanji walked over and bent his head down and whispered into the now blushing woman's ear. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are when you get jealous and defensive?"

"Stop it Kanji, I'm not done being mad at you." Kanji smirked though as he saw his prince adjust her hat to try and cover her blush. The two of them looked up when they heard a laugh, Hanamura was shaking his head a hand still holding Satonaka's hand as his girlfriend, soon to be fiancé, was talking with Yukiko-san.

"Oi, why you laughing you Bastard?" Kanji was blushing now to as the group now turned to face first Kanji and then Youske, Kuma and Nanako peeking out from behind a doorway to see what had taken the older people so long.

"You two," everyone looked confused as Youske looked around and laughing again explained. "You two are the most adorable couple I had ever seen in my life."

Everyone looked confused as Youske brought Chie's hand up to his lips for a moment before letting it go and dropping to a knee, by how Chie was looking at him, this was not part of the plan for their big reveal. Youske simply smiled and winked at the woman in front of him, Rise's eyes started to go wide as did Nanako's.

"Chie I know I'm jumping the gun, and I know that I am going to pay for this, but I wanted to surprise you, the hopeless romantic in me made me do it... Chie Satonaka…" Youske pulled out a small blue velvet box. Kanji smiled at that. Youske had shown him the ring earlier and the rock on the sucker wasn't tiny, but then again Youske had done well in the company, he even outranks his father now. Instead of just managing a store, he had became a junior partner in the company after presenting several key issues with Junes image in small towns and his ideas for how to change that. He was a Junior vice-president in charge of Rural marketing and decided to make his home base the Inaba Junes. So when Youske opened the box and the light hit the big stone on the gold band Chie almost fainted, four nearly perfect emeralds flanked the large center stone, two per side. Rise did faint. Even Naoto seemed intrigued by the ring and raised a brow at Kanji who smiling took her hand kissing the side of her head.

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Kanji put the now finished outer layer on the mannequin he had set up to Chie's dimensions.

"Damn I'm good." Kanji yelled smiling he looked how it hung just loose enough to account for the five layers that would be going underneath. He even smiled as he remembered to set the kimono up in a way that would allow her to be armed in her wedding kimono and able to draw her side arm in an instant. Kanji had to say that he could be quiet clever when he wanted to be.

"True, dear one," Kanji heard footsteps and smiled as he made his way out the door and looked down the steps to see his love walking up shrugging off her over coat revealing the pantsuit, Kanji moved to the top of the stairs and took the coat from her and bending down kissed the side of her temple.

"Welcome home Naoto-kun." The petite woman smiled and walked on ahead into their joint office, her side perfectly ordered with four different pushpin boards two of which were in use for open cases one that needed to be taken care of and the fourth that held images that were important to her: her grandfather, her parents, a picture of all of the girls from the Investigation team, her getting her masters in law, and several of her and Kanji. Kanji's half of the room was in a constant state of borderline chaos that never seemed to be any more or less cluttered. Kanji hung her coat on the coat rack near the door and smiled at the coats that were there, most were hers, cold didn't bother him. Slippping into the office he saw that his love was on the phone so he decided to do some paperwork, a never ending pile of orders and taxes that never seemed to end. Hearing the phone click off Kanji turned in his swivel chair to see Naoto sit there her body shaking. "Naoto?"

Not getting a response Kanji heard a sniffle, then another one… Naoto didn't cry… Naoto never cried, not for anything. Kanji made his way over and saw her fighting to hold back tears. Taking her into an embrace he felt her shake until finally she threw her arms around the large man and started to sob into the crook of his neck.

"Naoto what's wrong?" Kanji lifted her chin slightly as he spoke getting her light blue, almost lilac colored eyes into the light. They were one of his favorite features about her, the physical ones at least. "Talk to me damn it, remember our deal. Let me be the Knight in shining armor for you." He saw her smile lightly as he brought up one of their oldest agreements.

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Naoto and Kanji were sitting in the park simply enjoying each other's company when Kanji had one of his few moments of utter brilliance.

"So I'm your Knight then?" Naoto blinked a couple times unsure what her new boyfriend meant.

"W-What? Are you ok Kanji?"

"See you're the Detective Prince, Right?" Naoto nodded her head carefully, "Then who is it that saves the Prince? It's the Knight right?" Again Naoto slowly nodded her head. "Good then if my Prince ever falls, her humble Knight will be there not only to catch her but help her until he goes back to being the back ground support."

"Sure Kanji, you can be my Knight…" '…But you are already my King…' was how she finished the thought as she leaned over the table and gave something equally rare as his moment of brilliance, a display of public affection, in form of a soft kiss on the lips, which proceed to short circuit her Knight's brain.

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"It's my grandfather…" Naoto felt the pressure in her eyes build again. She was going to… she felt a light pressure against the bottom of her eyes, a callused fingertip that moved softly whipping her tears away.

"Is he alive?" A simple question.

"He had a Heat Att…"

"Is he alive?"

"…Yes they say he is stable..,"

"Then tomorrow after Chie picks up her kimono we'll go and see him ok?" Naoto nodded her head as she leaned it against the broad shoulders of her lover and closest friend. "But for now," Kanji looked at the clock. "Let's go to bed?" Again feeling her nod Kanji scooped the small woman up and carried her from the office to their bedroom. Kanji was the Knight after all, or at least he thought of himself as such. Naoto knew better as she hung from his neck her head still buried in his shoulder breathing in his slightly spicy scent. Kanji thought he was but a simple Knight when in reality he was the King in their relationship. No. More like a Roman Dictator, a simple man who in time of trouble put on the mantel of authority only to set it aside when the work was done. Deep down though he would never be Sir Kanji, he would always be the King of her life.