To my reviewers/readers:
I lost my first fan with the previous chapter, and I am not the least bit surprised. I imagined I would lose many more…and I probobaly will. I don't have anything against Inuyasha or Kagome, I don't make AU fics just to piss you off…I make they because I myself enjoy writing them and I am most comfortable with this particular couple. Sorry to those who are offended, I'll continue to write, however.

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The emotional override allowed her to sleep the remainder of the night, and through the morning until the sun drew her out of her sleep. She breathed deeply, opening her eyes and staring out the balcony window. At least it was a halfway decent day out. She sat up slowly, allowing the sheets to drop from her form.

Her eyes softened when she seen the bookcase, and it's books crooked and damaged, some laying on the ground. She was all too aware of what had happened last night. It was just that she didn't want to face the truth, and rather hide and worry in the depths of her room until the end of her life. But she knew that would never be possible. Reality wasn't that kind.

She shifted her body out of bed, her feet meeting the still cold floor, rising slowly. Her body was weak, despite the fact that she didn't have much physical contact. Perhaps a shower would help to calm her mangled emotions. She made her way to the door, slipping out of her room without a sound, ignoring the camera that lay in the doorway.

She made her way down the hall; hopefully she wouldn't have to face Inuyasha, if she was quiet. But it was unlikely. He would want to talk to her. And she wanted to talk to him, but she was still disgusted. She shook her head, opening the bathroom door that was luckily empty. She slid open the glass shower door and adjusted the water to a nice hot tempature before slipping off her pajamas and stepping into the nice hot stream of water.

She gave a soft exhale of contentment as she rubbed the water over her flesh.

Was she still in love with him? Is that why she hasn't run away by now? She couldn't answer her own questions. Her mind was still confused, and her heart couldn't stand to be away from him. No matter what happened.

When you lose everything you love, and are handed something new, you can't help but to become attached to that thing, it was natural. And in this case, Kagome had become attached to Inuyasha. So it was hard to leave, or think about leaving, or to even fight with him when you have such a strong bond, but she couldn't just forgive him and go on with her life, could she? Perhaps she could, but only if he promised never to lie to her again.

She shook her head, massaging the shampoo into her hair. He didn't deserve to be forgiven. He was a monster. And because of that monster, people could be watching her get undressed in the privacy of their homes as if it were nothing.

She rinsed the lather from her hair, still deep in her thoughts.

It could be worse. Inuyasha could do so much more to her then what he did. She was a young, foolish, emotional, inferior female human, and he was an overpowering wiser, more matured hanyou. It /could/ be worse. He had never forced her into sex in front of that damn camera, and hopefully he never would. That's one reason to forgive him…but only one.

She sighed, turning off the water.

Her heart still loved him and it couldn't be helped. But she knew what he did was vile and wrong.

She stepped out of the shower, the steam rolling out with her. She grabbed a towel and dried off her fragile form before slipping on a dark silk robe and walking out of the bathroom, her arms crossed. She shivered, it was all to cold in the oversized home.

That's when he called her name. She froze turning around as she had just passed his room, and he was there, in the doorway.

"Yeah?" she murmured, casting her gaze to the ground.

"Will you come here please?" He asked in a gentle tone, one that he knew she couldn't resist. She nodded, idly making her way towards him, stepping into his room. It's walls were painted a deep, rich red, color, one you would think would suit royalty. His bed had a black down comforter, and the bed it's self was king sized. The only other things in the room were his closet, and a dresser (which made no sense to her), and the computer system in the far corner that now disturbed her.

He sighed softly, nearing her form and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer to him. He closed his eyes, inhaling her rich scent. "Do you really hate me, Kagome?" He asked quietly.

She rested her head against her chest, all thoughts of fighting him slipping away from her. She closed her eyes, tears beginning to form that she refused to let fall. "I…I don't know." She whispered, "I hate you for what you did to me, but I still love you, because you're all I have left." She finished, taking in a shaky breath.

He sighed, tightening his hold on her. "It's okay to hate me Kagome…you should. I would hate me too…I'm sorry, though. I should have though about what I was doing to you….I knew you would find out eventually," he murmured, "But I didn't plan on falling in love with you."

She cringed, her heart aching. "So why did you keep on selling me?"

"Because," he said, trying to calm her, "Once you're into that type of a business, it's not so easy to get back out." He said, releasing her form to lift her chin so he could see her eyes.

"But I promise you, I'll get the website down, and everything will be okay."
She nodded, crossing her arms again. "I'm going to get dressed." She muttered, leaving his room.

She went into her room, shutting the door. She grabbed her hairbrush and sat down at her mirror, staring at her reflection.

Of course she would believe him, she was that gullible.