A.N. Okay so here's my latest fanfic. It's a Kagura/Sesshomaru fic, just so ya'll know. And I would greatly appreciate all of your reviews. If I don't know your opinion, then I won't know if you like it or not. So unless you review, I will not update.

Disclaimer: I don't own him. So there. (Who?) Inuyasha, dammit!

Prologue Part 1: Kagura

Not everything is black and white. And I should know. When I say black and white, I hope you dumbasses know that I'm not talking about skin color. I mean good and bad, right and wrong, lawful and unlawful.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a bad person, I'm just involved with all the wrong people. Now I see some of you rolling your eyes. You just view me as another rich, spoiled brat, who is the next Paris Hilton. Well shit-heads, you should know, that I hate Paris Hilton with a burning passion. And yeah, I may be rich, but my home life isn't good. Actually, it sucks.

I'm not preppy either, or a slut. I'm into the punk-rock scene, and I'm not some bimbo blonde who can only think about her nails, or her new sports car. Honestly, stereotypes suck. They can define a person on the outside, but they aren't always like the way they are on the outside as they are on the inside. I know this because, I myself, am like that.

Not everything is clear-cut. Sometimes the clearest-cut people turn out to be the worst. And I met on with that head on the day I met my boyfriend.

You see, even though I'm rich, I hardly get any money to spend on clothes and stuff. My parents are just too damn selfish. Plus, whenever I complain, my dad beats me. Sometimes my mom will join in, but usually the call over one of the maids to do that. Bastards.

Plus, they're old-fashioned. They think that even though it's 2006, that rich girls have to marry rich boys. That's where he came in. Naraku's family is rich, richer than mine. His family's the descendant of some lord, is what I heard. But the day I first met him, I have to admit, that I was intrigued. He was good-looking, well actually, he's just plain hot. Plus, unlike the rest of the rich kids, he was into punk rock like me. We talked, and flirted, and now he's my boyfriend. Well, slave driver's more like it. I can't go anywhere, do anything, or talk to anyone without his permission. Once I threatened to break up with him if he didn't stop it. But he did something that still scares me to this day. He grabbed my arm, and held me close to him. Then he whispered into my ear, 'If you do that, I'll kill you. Now you'll stay with me, and do as I say, now won't you, dear?' I shuddered, and then he did the creepiest thing you would ever think that he would do. He reached over, and licked my neck. Then, once he was done, he punched me in the face.

I told everyone that I had just gotten into a little 'accident'. My parents didn't care though, they never gave a shit about me. It was always about my other siblings, Juromoru, the athletic star, Kuromuru, the smart one, and Kanna, the perfect one. What am I? The rebel. The punk. The mistake. I'm in the middle, but in my family, the middle child's always the loser. The one who says whatever they want, gets into trouble all the time, brings home shitty report cards, and ends up leading a crappy life.

But do I care? No. Why should I? No one ever cared about me, so why should I care about myself. To be honest, back when I was a little kid, before Kanna was born, I would try anything and everything to get my parents attention. I would be the cutest damn thing that they had ever seen. One day, I brought home a picture I had drawn in school back home to my mother. She snatched it out of my hands, and observed it. Then she looked back at me. I was smiling, knowing that she loved it. But when she looked up, there was only hatred and disgust in her eyes. 'What the Hell, is this crap?' At first I was confused. This was not how I imagined that this would go. 'It's, it's a drawing, mommy.' I stammered. She stood up before me, and slapped me hard on the cheek. 'DON'T YOU EVER GIVE ME ANY OF THIS SHIT AGAIN!' she screamed at me. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. 'You, you, don't like it?' I whispered. 'Like it?' she shrilled. 'How could I ever like anything this, this horrible! This is the ugliest thing that I have ever seen in my life! I don't ever want to see this again! The only thing that I can't stand more is you!' 'M-mommy?' 'Don't you fucking call me that, you bitch!' And then she slapped me across the face.

That was back when I was 5 years old. Twelve years ago. And after that day, I stopped trying to impress my parents. Because for whatever reason, they did not like me at all. And my pathetic attempts to make my life better all failed miserably. But I stopped caring when I was 13. That was the day I stopped crying myself to sleep. That was the day I stopped hoping that my parents would finally realize that they loved me. That was the day Kanna was deemed their perfect child.

So, I go through life like this. Beaten, and tortured every fucking day of my life. Sometimes by my parents, other times by Naraku. By both even. But I don't care. I'm numb. I have no emotion. I don't care what happens to me. Nobody cares anyway. I'm just another punk-girl, who has a shitty life. No one cares whether it looks like I'm beaten or anything. No one would suspect that a rich girl has to go through this. No one would care, anyways.

I hate my life with a fiery intensity to match that of hells. My life is meaningless. My life is terrible. My life sucks. I just want to end it all, but I can't go into the kitchen after dark. My parent's know that I'm suicidal. So they keep close watch on me all the time. They want me to suffer as long as possible. I've tried running away sometimes, but the authorities always catch me. They tell me, 'You shouldn't do that, you're parents love you, and are worried sick about you.' I try to correct them, but by that time, I've been shoved back into my parent's "loving" arms.

There is nowhere to escape, and nowhere to escape too. I'm trapped in my own house. My life is a trap, filled to the brim with hateful parents, over controlling boyfriends, and people who just don't give a damn.

Kanna and those other two know that mom and dad don't love me, and they take every opportunity to remind me of that.

I actually like school. It's a safe-haven for me, whereas weekends are torture and breaks are hell. I purposely do badly in school just so I can stay at school longer. My teachers are pissed at me, my fellow peers amused. People think that I'm a spoiled rich girl and avoid me. The rich people know that I'm not spoiled, so they avoid me as well. The only people who come near me are those that think that they can get me to give them huge amounts of cash, or pull a Paris Hilton. Dick-heads.

If they think that, then they can go fuck themselves, for all I care. I have no friends. I have no reason to live, and if I could, I would end it all. Just to save myself from more of the pain.

I want to be like other girls, to laugh and flirt, to have parents that love them. I wouldn't care if I had to be some sort of geek, I just want to be someone other than who I am. But God must not care, because here I am, still the same person, still completely miserable.

Not everything is black and white. If it was, then I wouldn't be here telling you that. The people that are white, are the "goodie two-shoes". And although there are those that parade around like that, I have only met one that is truly white. The people that are black are always evil, like Naraku, like my parents. Being who I am, I know a lot of people like that. I myself am in between. I am not black, nor am I white. I am more of a dingy gray. Too good to be black, to bad to be white. I hate it all. I want to be one or the other. I don't want to be in-between. I want to be someone. Someone other than who I am. Someone who is happy. Someone who doesn't have horrible parents, and boyfriends who only care about fucking you.

But I am me. Kagura Ono. Rich abused girl.

Not everything is black or white. I know this because I am neither.

A.N. So there's the first part of the prologue, with Kagura in it. I'm going to introduce Sesshomaru in the next one, so bare with me please! And also, I expect 5 reviews or I won't continue.