He's Just Not Right For You

A/N: Well... I had half the chapter done. It's gone now, so that's why it's taken so long to update... I'm starting it right now, and I'm determined to finish it, okay? :) I hope you guys still want to read the ending. This may be short - because I don't know if this will be the ending or if there's one more chapter after this :) Wish me luck!

Disclaimer: I do not own Xiaolin Showdown or any of its characters.

Epilogue: Who Said He Wasn't Right For You?

Lana tapped her pen on the table. The clock behind her was awful annoying. It said the same thing every single day...

Tick.

Tick..

Tick...

Tick....

The seconds seemed to tick further and further apart. She had been listening for so long, she couldn't even hear a tock anymore. Sighing, she let her head thud onto the table, letting a loud groan rip out of her throat.

Sometimes catalog shopping stressed her out too much...

Standing up, she went to the sliding glass door not even ten feet away. She watched the sun's rays touch everything in it's path. The world seemed brighter - and why shouldn't it? Kimiko and Raimundo: the match made in heaven, were together again... Nothing - not one person in the world could think of them and not smile. Their story was like a fairytale with a modern twist.

But Lana... In the end, what did she get out of it? Sure, finally putting her brother in his place. There was no better taste on her tongue than revenge...

Except for one...

Tapping her pumps on the floor, it's as though she waited every second for something to change. Kimiko and Raimundo had reported back to her that Asher had never given an answer. He hadn't said he believed them, but on the upside... he never said that he thought they were lying.

For the first week she was excited. She knew him... She knew Asher would come to her, and say that this whole thing had been a mistake. She hadn't even been hoping for sorry - she just wanted him back. Trailing her finger on the marble counter that was arm's length from her, her hopes from that memory evaporated as soon as they entered her mind, and she tried to grasp them - to cling to them for comfort.

A week after that, she figured he wasn't coming. It slowly dwindled - the thought of having him back. And now, two and a half weeks after he had spoken to her newfound friends... She knew he wasn't coming. She knew that Asher wouldn't come back, and at that point in time, she was even hoping that he dialed her phone even as a wrong number.

A knock interrupted her thoughts, and she grudgingly stalked towards the door. Thinking about how happy the world was when she was in dispair irritated her. And the damn clock wouldn't shut up. She knew it was most likely people bothering her, asking for something or another - just like people always did to her.

But when she swung open that door she saw something she never thought possible. She never thought that it would be who she willed it to be with her subconscious mind.

They stared at each other, Asher taking in the changes about her, and Lana just standing dumbfounded.

"Hey..." He finally said at last, allowing the toe of his shoe to tap against the wooden porch. His tongue ran over his teeth as he nervously waited for her reply.

She blinked for a while, before spontaniously kissing him, whether he wanted it or not. For a long time, they stood in each other's embrace, tasting the other on their tongue for the first time in what seemed like forever. In that moment in time, Lana smirked into the kiss, pulling back, and fegeining anger.

"How could you keep me waiting that long you asshole!" Though she couldn't keep a straight face, she shoved him lightly backwards.

He shrugged sheepsihly, before fumbling around in his pocket for a while. He pulled out a ring... But it wasn't just any ring...

She gasped, and blinking her big eyes in wonder, she stepped closer to him, "Could it be?"

"Yeah..." He looked at her, tilting her chin up with the hand not holding that ring, so that she would pay attention to what he was about to say, "You have some angels, Lana... They came into me, and explained it to me... It didn't take me long to decide it all."

"Then why wait two and a half weeks?" She tilted her head, a sad confusion entering her eyes.

"I had a hard time finding where I put the ring..."

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"Aaaand the song ends with a surprisingly adorable chord!" Keiko squealed, her eyes bright as she stood up. "You guys are wonderful!!"

Though Kimiko wasn't jumping up and down, her eyes squinted as she smiled, her lashes touching down on her high cheeks every time she blinked. It was adorable, the song they had just sung, and no doubt would become a hit.

A record session. That's where they were, and the band in front of them? Containing some of the most amazing people she had ever met. One of them being Raimundo Pedrosa - next rock sensation no doubt.

It was the song, the new one he had played the first night they had met, though morphed into a non-acoustic version. The people in the recording session, owned by Keiko's father (she recently just found out) stunned at the talent they had in the recording room, and how it hadn't been discovered yet.

They left the padded room, and all came into the studio so that they could reply and listen to their song. Raimundo turned to the Japanese girl leaning against the wall, and took her hand, leading her out. He already knew they were amazing - no need to boost his ego even further by listening to how awesome they were again.

"Hey you..." She smiled, "Your voice seemed to be recovering well."

"Babe, it was recovered from the moment it was lost..." he winked at her.

"You're kind of cocky now that we're together, you know that?"

"I have every right to be..." He grinned, "amazing friends, and the most gorgeous and fun loving girl in the whole world... Not to mention a great pianist..." He laughed at her eye-roll, and took her hand.

Before she could possibly reply, Jack slipped out the door, and grinned at both of them. "Well look at you two... How cute."

She smiled, recalling a funny memory, "You know Jack, I remember when you were just some creep talking to me on the elevator."

"To think I was what started it all," he grinned stupidly, but still caused the two of them to laugh, "Hey... You know, after all of this... whoever was the one who said Raimundo just wasn't right for you?" He questioned, wondering the answer to a question that constantly bothered the redhead whenever he thought about it.

Kimiko turned to Raimundo, pecked him on the cheek, then grinned with pearly white teeth, and rosy pink cheeks, happier than she had been in such a long time, and definitely having more fun in life - thanks to someone who thought that music was supposed to be a passion, not a hassle, before turning back to Jack.

"Whoever said it, was definitely wrong."

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A/N: So sorry that was so short, but I thought it was an amazingly cheesy, yet cute place to stop lol. Thanks so much for whoever will read the ending, and whoever has been reading! I have another Xiaolin Showdown story in the works, can you actually believe it? :) If you want me to post it, then please PLEASE tlel me so :D

Thanks a million! Please let me know what you thought of the story!

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