End of the Line

Kagome

It was three thirty in the afternoon on a Tuesday when Inuyasha walked home with me from school. It was before our date, the one I suggested earlier this week. He seemed nervous, as if something was on his mind. It made me nervous because when something bothers Inuyasha, he would be determined to make it right even if it took months. I liked that about Inuyasha, he was determined and went after what he wanted. He's a good guy deep down, despite the tough facade he puts on.

"Is there anything wrong, Inuyasha? It seems like something is bothering you." I asked, genuinely concerned. Inuyasha opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He closed his mouth with a look of...worry?

"You can trust me Inuyasha. I am a friend of yours." As soon as I said that, Inuyasha's face went from worried to angry.

"What makes you think I can trust you?"
"Well, the fact that you told me about the time when you were eight..."

"No! That was an accident."

"But I told you about the famous banana peel incident! The only other people, besides you, who know about that are Sango and Eri." Inuyasha was stunned, a first time emotion for me to see.

"That's the problem."
"What? Trust is an issue now?" I was confused at Inuyasha's seemingly warped thought process.
"No...well, yes. I am worried about..." Inuyasha looked down.

"I'm weak, aren't I?" He murmured.

"Showing emotion doesn't make you weak!" I exclaimed, bewildered at the words that came out of Inuyasha's mouth.

"What makes you think that?" I asked seriously.

"Well, I'm afraid of losing you. Because I really, really like you." Inuyasha explained tentatively. I did not say anything, but just hugged him. Words were not needed in this situation to express one thing: trust.

Inuyasha

I just bared my inner feelings and thoughts to Kagome. Yet, I felt good about it. I've had two other girlfriends, Kikyo Usawa and a different girl, Ami Shizu. Ami didn't go to Kihoro, but she's a different story that shouldn't be told until another time. I never really told Kikyo or Ami anything emotional.

Kagome, Kikyo and Ami were all radically different girls, as different as morning was different than noon and night. Kikyo was exuberant, an extrovert and incredibly social, as well as reserved. She talked a lot and was mature beyond her years. We knew each other since we were young, which was seven years old. She, however, was not my first girlfriend.

Ami was my first ever girlfriend, which was in ninth grade two years ago. Ami was incredibly, almost painfully, shy. She was really kind, quiet, and level headed with shoulder length brown hair and hazel eyes. She wore glasses, but she wasn't your typical 'nerd'. We both agreed that dating each other was not the smartest idea as we went to different schools but we are still on friendly terms.

However, Kagome is kind of a mix of Ami and Kikyo. Kagome is talkative and friendly, but knows when to stop. She is kind and has a good head on her shoulders. Since I met her at the begining of the year, my life changed. I, astoundingly, am thankful for Kagome appearing in my life. Her kindness changed me, if you believe in that type of mushy crap.

I trusted her, and that was good enough for me. Let me just say I am glad to have gained her trust or who knows how my life would have been. No more thinking badly of the past, now I shall look at the future with great enthusiasm. I know, I'm sounding like a corny romance chick-flick, but I am serious when I say all of this. Another chapter in my life has ended, and now I'm waiting to write my next chapter.


A/N: I'm alive, as you can tell from this chapter. Yes, I lied. I promised more chapters, but at the last minute decided to end it here. It would aggrivate readers if I dragged on the romance any longer and I ran out of ideas. So, here ends "It's Called Karma". Karma as a story was a blast to work on, and I'm proud because this is the second fic I've ever written. I'm sad that it's over though.

Thank you readers, for supporting this story, some even from the start. I appriciate all reviews that were recieved and I hope this story will be remembered for times to come.