A/N: Just to give you guys a general overview of the story, this will not be purely smut (awww, sorry!), but concentrated on angst. After our first 3 introductory chaps, it will be divided into two parts: There's Something About Him, and There's Something About Her. We will shift through three perspectives: Kagome's, Sesshomaru's bestfriend Naraku, and the last, Sesshomaru's.

Thanks. :)

Shattered

She stole a glance at her side: there it was again. The students would fall into silence, leaning on to each other in whispers, darting secret glances her way. She would have been used to it, she was not as trendy or as updated in clothing, but today was different.

They used to look at her with pity, but now, it was all with disgust.

Perhaps she was too paranoid? She heard a giggle from behind her, and it took all her self-control to not search for the source.

The school jocks erupted into a mocking howl as she passed by their table. She felt unwanted heat rise to her cheeks. What was this... shame she was feeling?

What happened last night?

She sat on her usual table, with her so-called youkai friends, but they stood up to leave. "Where are you going?" she hesitantly asked, clutching the carton of milk on her hands tightly from her tension. One of her 'friends' turned to her and shrugged.

"Somewhere." she answered, and Kagome would have stood there pondering when the other youkai friend threw in secretly: "slut."

Her eyes grew wide, and she rushed to the girl, pulling her by the arm. "What did you call me?" Kagome flared in anger, and the girl seemed to shrink under her glare. Students from the surrounding lunch tables flocked to see the commotion. The shrine girl's milk pooled on the floor.

Realizing the scene she was creating, Kagome desperately tried to calm herself, but she couldn't. She was confused, and angry, and alone- "what did you call me," she repeated in a much-restrained tone.

The girl, finally overcoming her shock, looked up at her and smirked. "You very well know what I am talking about, 'innocent one.'" she made sure she dragged the last word out, and snickers erupted from her unwanted audience.

Kagome's grip on the girl weakened.

"You know you can never seduce Sesshomaru-sama with that innocent play of yours, so you just had to take off your mask, huh?"

Kagome pulled away, reeling from confusion. She looked around her helplessly; they were looking back with the same faces: disgusted, mocking, sneering. At that moment, she felt as if the school caved in on her, and she couldn't breathe.

She was trapped in a dark, empty well, and she couldn't get out.

"Well, 'shrine maiden'," her friend continued, "your plan backfired. Didn't expect that, huh?"

"What are you talking about?" Kagome's eyes burned with inevitable tears. She will not cry.

Not here.

Not in front of them.

"But he was not fooled. Even if you revealed to him the whore you really are, taking your shirt off and making the first moves, you ended up embarrassing yourself in front of him,"

Laughter erupted from the crowd, and instantly Kagome's blazing courage recoiled. She cowered, feeling as if her skin melted, exposing her bones, exposing her bare soul.

And she felt so fucking uncomfortable.

Her stomach cringed, she felt so sick from shame. She searched blindly among the crowd for a familiar face to rescue her, her desperate gaze flicking from one judgemental face to another, all the while backing away.

The whispering, the secret glances-

"Bitch." She ended, and Kagome shook her head, tears finally spilling out of her eyes. She backed away into someone firm, and she spun around. It was one of the high school jocks, grabbing her wrist and pulled her close.

"Hey shrine maiden, care to ride me?" he mocked, and Kagome pulled away, horrified. Grabbing her books, she ran away from the judging crowd, away from the horrible whispering.

"I don't care if you puke on me!" the jock called after her, and they laughed at her confused expense. Kagome was crestfallen. Her vision was obscured from her fogged up glasses, bumping into strangers as she sobbed.

What happened? Kami, what happened?

She reached her locker and opened it, and a slew of pictures fell on the floor, pooling at her feet. With a hand covering her mouth to stifle her moans, she bent down to pick one up, and she froze.

The school prince was straddled by an unknown girl, brown vile all over his shirt. The girl had her hands on his buttons, and his own hand was on her shoulder as if pushing the girl away.

No...

she paled as she stared at the unrecognizable girl above him.

Hair disheveled, eyes half-closed and pushing him- forcing him- down, was her. Her blouse was open, falling off one shoulder revealing her white bra strap, and her skirt was hiked so far up the hem of her panties were showing.

This isn't me...

Her glasses were askew, her cheeks blushing heavily as her body arched, and her blue eyes- her eyes-

Was looking back at the camera, full and stunned.

Drops of her tears fell on the photo, and she whimpered, as the images of last night rushed into her like a giant wave. It swallowed her whole- she remembered everything now, from her stupid complacency when she accepted the drink, how she tumbled into the room with the Taisho heir in it, and her eyes widened in panic, as she remembered the smell of alcohol in his breath,

and how he unzipped his pants-

her hands shook as she dug through the pictures like a madwoman, the disgusting memory of her giving head, swallowing mouthfuls of his seed, was relentless and unforgiving.

What have I done?

She did not see any evidence of it. Was it just a hallucination, from the poisons of alcohol?

But the pictures,

It was a mistake. A mistake on both their parts- she was drunk, he was drunk, it should have never happened!

But why am I the one being slut-shamed? Kagome finally succumbed to her tears. Her overwhelmed form crumbled into the pressure, and her knees gave way. What would her family say if they found out? Her dear mother, who went against her father's orders and sent her to school here?

I'm sorry... Mama, I'm sorry...

Kagome supported her other hand against her mouth, her sobs growing louder in regret and immense confusion. Someone stirred from before her, and she raised her blurry gaze to the figure.

Tall, raven-haired Naraku, Sesshomaru Taisho's best friend.

His eyes were wide, not expecting to see her as she was on the floor, her scandalized pictures scattered all around her. "Shrine girl," he managed, "Sesshomaru has been looking for you,"

Kagome reeled, fear swallowing her eyes.

The school prince- she couldn't imagine the level of rage that was brewing in him. She had humiliated his image significantly, what was he going to do to her?!

Naraku stepped forward, "He wants to talk to you. Right now, if possible,"

Kagome shook her head and bolted up, dashing past him as fast as her legs can carry her. She thought she heard Naraku run after her, so she slid past the gym, into an empty locker, and shut herself in.

She held her breath as Naraku's form swept past the lockers, her tears silently streaking down her cheeks, unable to stop no matter how hard she tried.

The sophomore's smartphone rang. "Kagura?" he answered, "No luck. She slipped past me." He paused as the other line talked, and Kagome waited for what seemed like an eternity when he finally spoke. "Fine. But that son of a bitch won't be pleased when he finds out."

His figure finally left the gym,

and seeing that she was alone, Kagome brought her knees to her chest,

curling into herself, and cried her broken heart out.

It was late in the afternoon when Kagome arrived in their shrine, and she managed up until the last of the thousand steps in exhaustion. She went straight to the train station, straight home, not even bothering to stop by her uncle's house in Tokyo proper.

The sight gave her some comfort- her middle-schooler brother Souta was sitting under the Goshinboku.

He was looking at something in his smartphone, and it seemed that whatever he was watching, it had immersed all of his attention. His brows met with a concentrated frown. So absorbed was he that he did not notice Kagome walk up to him. "No school today?" she smiled, and Souta looked up, his eyes widened.

"Onee-san," Souta paled, immediately hiding his phone from her. He had an odd expression on his face, and a sinking feeling started to form inside Kagome's gut. A painful knot began to develop in her throat-

"What are you looking at?" she faked a smile, but her forced cheeriness was wavering when Souta inched back,

"N-nothing, onee-san. Just my facebook feed." he stood up and straightened himself. He attempted to walk away, but Kagome grabbed his wrist.

"May I see?" she said, her blue eyes darkening. Souta shook his head as he tried to pull away, but she held fast.

"It doesn't concern you, Onee-san," he answered, looking away.

"Let me see, Souta," Kagome tipped and reached out for his pocket and got hold of his phone, but her brother quickly snatched it away.

"No," he retorted, but she twisted his arm awkwardly in attempts to pry it off him.

"Let me see!" she screamed, this time, inevitable tears running down her cheeks. His shocked brother glared at her and hesitatingly handed the phone.

She swiped down.

A tagged picture of her, the picture, and underneath someone so blatantly captioned:

Come to Higurashi Shrine. We have excellent service.

Kagome scrolled through the comments, from friends, and complete strangers, feeling the knot in her stomach tighten-

-Hey, Souta, how much do you charge for such service?-

-Isn't that the plain shrine girl from #Takahashi High?-

-Your sister is hot! Introduce her to us, we'll sure have a good time,-

-My Poor Sesshomaru! How dare she! #LetsStandAgainstSluts

-Vomit we can clean up easily. But me cumming over her all night? She'll be in for a sticky situation!-

Kagome felt helpless... and very sick. She closed her eyes, wishing all of this were just a nightmare.

"I have already flagged this as inappropriate, and reported to the moderators." Souta murmured, ''But your pic, its scattered all over the internet, in snapchat, in twitter..." he looked up to Kagome, who had been quiet the whole time. "I'm sorry, Sis."

Quietly, the crying girl shook her head slowly, "it's not your fault," she whispered as she headed to their house. She could already hear her mother sobbing, and the voice of her strict father raised.

"Why did you have to send her to school there, of all places?!" she could hear him curse. She opened the door, and all eyes fell on her. Her mother was on the floor with a red mark on her cheek, and her father, out of rage, strode towards her and pulled Kagome by the hair, slamming her on the wooden wall.

Kagome slid down the floor, unable to breathe properly from the sobs that wracked her body.

"I didn't raise you to be a whore!" her father lashed out, and the girl couldn't do anything but gather her bruised body and knelt, prostrating before him.

"I'm sorry," she cried out desperately, her regret spilling out, but it was useless. Her father took hold of their antique vase and flung it on the wall, the glass shattering into a thousand crystal pieces.

"How utterly shameful, and you dragged our family name down with you!"

"Please," he mother pleaded, "she's too young-" she crawled towards her daughter and sheltered her in a protective embrace. Kagome shook her head.

"It's my fault," she sobbed, "It's my fault..."

Her father closed the gap between them and raised his hand to strike- when he was suddenly pulled away by a smaller form.

Souta, their young, middle-schooler Souta, had launched himself to his father in attempts to halt his abuse. He was shoved away in one push, and his small form crashed into the wall.

Kagome could only whimper. Her life,

her family,

was crumbling before her very eyes... and at that moment, she felt helpless, utterly helpless.

A heavy silence fell into the room, and her father finally stirred.

There were tears in his eyes as he looked at Kagome, and the girl looked away, ashamed.

How could she... how dare she... make her mother and father cry?

"I love you, Kagome... the moment I laid eyes on you when you came out of your mother's womb, even up to this point," he sank on the chair, finally weakened, his abhorrent rage eating up his conscience. "And I only wanted to protect you... but you always end up breaking my heart up to ridiculous levels."

He breathed. "I'm sending you away from here," he said, "to your cousin Kikyo in Shibuya."

"Kyo," her mother pressed, "don't you think it would make things worse-"

"Don't mess up your life there." he shook his head, refusing to be cut. "You are leaving now. The longer you stay here, the more damage you will cause."

She nodded her head absently. "Yes, Otou-san."

Her father hung his head and cried.

Her mother hugged her tight, her brother crawled towards her and leaned his head on hers.

Shattered, she thought.

My whole life, shattered.