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She dashed a hand across her cheek, to wipe away the tears the choked her.

"Why?" She said, glaring at him with a peircing gaze. "Answer me!"

He hesitated, she could tell he was searching for words, for an excuse. His white ears sank down against his hair, as he struggled to meet her gaze. "Kagome...I'm sorry." He said in a hushed tone.

"You're sorry?" she shot back at him in a venemously. "How can you be sorry? Why is this here, how long has it been here?" She cried, pointing a shakey finger at the dangling camera, as innocent as it was.

"I put it there a few months after you moved in with me," he muttered, "I...needed the money."

Her eyes were wide as her mind tried to untie the knots of confusement that were nagging at her. "You needed the money?" She repeated, the lump in her throat rising. "I don't understand what you mean." she said, her simple mind having yet to figure out the preverted truth that was behind his lies. "...What did you do with the footage?" she whispered, knowing well he heard her.

He didn't answer her for a long moment, his eyes refusing to meet hers. "...I sold it."

Her heart skipped a beat at that moment, a new stram of tears forming down her cheeks. "I hate you, you filthy bastard!" She cried, her voice ringing through her room. "I hate you so much, you used me, you mutt." She grinded out.

"Kagome..." He said, taking a step near her. "Don't do this."

"Get out," she said in a disturbingly neutral tone. He held his posistion, his eyes beeting her in a battle between writhing emotions. "Go." She muttered, her lip trembling.

She made a quick jerk at the suffering camera that created such chaos, pulling the remainer of it's cord out of the wall and heaving it at him. "Take your fucking camera and get out!" She cried histarically, her mind blanking out as her emotions took an over ride.

He lifted an arm to block the small amount of technology that had upset her so much, retrieving out of the doorway and shutting the door behind him. It was no use. He couldn't try to defend himself, or even talk to her at this point. If there was one thing he knew about Kagome, is it's better off to not talk to her when she's having emotional breakdowns.

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She collapsed on her bed, her sobs escaping her in heaves.

Was it even real? Had the man she had known to be her hero, her savior, her lover, truly hid such a terrible secret from her this whole time? She trusted him, she shared her secrets with him, her feelings, her thoughts, her love. And all this time, it was all about getting her naked infront of a camera?

She shut her eyes, not wanting to ever open them again. She just wanted it to all go away. If only she could be back at the shrine, with her mother, her father, and Souta. If only things could be the way that they used to be. Her eyes burned with lack of sleep and the tears that still escaped them. It wasn't like him, it wasn't him, it couldn't be. The Inuyasha she knew would never ever do such a horrid thing. He'd never imaginge sharing her body with anyone else.

But she was wrong.

She was wrong this whole time. While she would have sacraficed anything for him, he was selling her body to strangers. Maybe she didn't matter as much to him as she would have liked to think.

She whimpered, burying her head in her arms. It couldn't be like this. She couldn't live with someone who she couldn't trust. But she had no one, other than him. She had nowhere to go. And she knew, no matter what he did to her, her heart wouldn't let him go.

She rolled over on her back, taking a deep, shakey breath. She stared at the ceiling, trying to sort her thoughts.

She'd have to face him again, that was a given, but she didn't know when she'd actually want to. She didn't understand him or his decisions, and perhaps she never would, but maybe if she could talk to him, she could figure out who he really was.

She stood wearily, straightening the covers of her knotted bed. She slid under the sheets, turning on her side to face her alarm clock. The bold neon green numbers read three thirty four, A.M.

She shut her eyes, trying to clear her mind, atleast for one night.