Kagome Higurashi never cared for routine. She has always enjoyed the freedom of making her own choices and not knowing what was coming next. Changing patterns, freshy news, anything at all that made her average school girl life more interesting.

And then, one day, adventure jumped on her. Or, better yet, she jumped on adventure trough an old, magical well. Though the other side of said construction was filled with impossible things, Kagome never thought she would meet love along the road.

But she did. And it was the greatest adventure of them all but, ironically enough, it came with a routine. A routine that, against all the odds, the teenage girl found herself enjoying.

They would fight over the same silly things, they would make up. They would exchange glares and secrets, blushes and touches. And everything about their dynamic had become an habit she gladly settled into her life, like a catchy melody she could never get tired of.

Still, of all the habits they had developed with time, she had a favorite.

It started long ago. Kagome had came back to her own age for an unusual period of time and InuYasha showed up on her bedroom window one night. She remembered unlocking it and letting him in.

He had asked to stay, never said why, neither did she ask. It was easier to pretend the half demon simply had missed her just as much as she had missed him. She knew InuYasha well enough, even back then, to know that questioning his act would only push him away. And she wanted him to stay, so she agreed.

Quickly, it became almost a rule. Kagome would go home, InuYasha would show up on her window later in the same night. She imagined he waited a while to escape their friends' questions and sly comments. Of course they had probably put two and two together, but they knew better than to bring it up.

Besides, it was an innocent behavior. At first, he slept on the floor next to her, and as they got used to this new found closeness, he eventualy passed to sleep on her bed. It wasn't different of when they slept next to each other while camping after a long day of searching for the lost shards.

Except that when they do, they are lying on a much more soft surface. Alone. And in each others arms. It was so warm and comfortable Kagome couldn't help but to think this was how it was supposed to be. That's why, since that first night, she had always left the window wide open when she was home.

So now, Kagome supposed it was her own damn fault that her heart was broken. Because they had fought again, she had stormed off home and had no idea if he was coming, even less if she wanted him to.

From the very begining she knew his heart belonged to someone else, but she had fallen anyway. And she was paying for it, higher and faster than she had anticipated.

Rain started falling down while the young miko went over every memory of them in her mind, which ultimately helped her to decide. Wiping away the stubborn tears that insisted on wetting her eyes, she got up the bed and walked to the window, closing it with exaggerated force, then locking it.

She threw herself on the bed and closed her eyes, hoping the noise of the rain would lull her to sleep. It didn't. Minutes passed by. Hours. Then she heard the familiar sound of claws struggling against metal accompanied by a low curse.

Crossing the room, Kagome stood face to face with her midnight visitor, the thin barrier of glass the only thing separating the two of them. She looked at him - wet from the rain, strands of silver hair sticked to his face, ears flattened and pleading golden eyes - and her stomach knotted.

Without breaking eye contact, she unlocked the window.

It would always be open for him, after all.


A/N: can you tell this was inspired by one chapter of Eclipse and one episode of Friends? Anyway… dedicated to aurora-darlene. Love it when you show up in my notes, sunshine.