A/N: To do list... *Reads* Okay, I see.

Mepple: Get on with the story, mepo!

Me: *Glares at Mepple and grumbles* Okay, I hope you guys bear with me for this story. Remember this is an authors universe. I'm trying to make it serious and a bit dark, but it's my first time doing that. We're going to be talking about a few touchy subjects here, so sorry if it bothers you. (Since I think this was made because I heard "Concrete Angel" by Martina McBride.) If it does, please leave me a message and I'll tone it down in the rest of the fanfic. It's also my first time making an actual yuri story, so bear with me for that too. (Usually it was one-sided yuri crushes from Honoka.)

Oh, and sorry for any mistakes. I don't know if I spelt abusive right, thanks to my computer. So...Honoka?

Honoka: The author does not own Futari wa Pretty Cure. Only the plot. She also doesn't own the above mentioned song. Sorry, nothing else for today.

Full Summary:

Nagisa Misumi has a secret she hides from her friends every day. One she rather not tell anyone. She is very abused at home. Honoka Yukishiro is a guardian angel who just graduated from the academy. To become a full fledged angel, she must help a human overcome their problem. When Honoka enters Nagisa's life her life takes a turn, for better or for worse.

Chapter One

"Hey, Nagisa!" Rina yelled as she ran over to the orange haired girl with Shiho. The friends of Nagisa Misumi were cheerful as they talked to her. "We're going out and having pizza tonight. Do you want to come with?"

Nagisa sighed. She really, with all her heart, wanted to actually hang out with her friend and eat. However, she knew her parents wouldn't approve. "Sorry guys, I can't tonight. I want to but I'm…Uh…Busy. Maybe some other time," replied the girl.

"Aww, are you sure?"

"Yeah, sorry." Nagisa grabbed her bag and closed her locker. "I'll see you girls later." She ran out of the school to avoid further discussion with her friends. Sorry Shiho. Sorry Rina. Nagisa walked home while trying to hold back her tears. The teen was afraid of what will happen to her at home.

Nagisa Misumi, an eighth grader at Verone Academy. She loves chocolate and is the star of her lacrosse team. Her fear was disappointing her parents. She was just a pretty average student at the school. Average because of one dark secret…

Abusion.

She may be the oldest child of her family, but she is usually the one abused by her parents. Her brother, Ryouta, is able to avoid it because of how perfect he is. Whenever he gets punished, the punishment goes straight to his sister. Nagisa has experienced everything from her parents. From denied from things to brutal beatings. She couldn't cry, because that would just make her hurt more.

I hate my family, she thought as she turned down the street. They praise Ryouta and punish me. They don't even care if I do anything perfect! Her thoughts continued on like this the whole stretch home.

Nagisa walked through the door without a sound. She didn't want to alert her parents that she was home. The female quickly moved to outside her room, entered it, shut the door, and locked it. Her bag fell to the floor with a slam and she moved herself to the bed slowly. Nagisa still wished that she could go with her friends. She climbed onto her bed and curled up at the corner by a wall. She grabbed her yellow creature doll, which she called Mepple, and hugged it tightly, trying to avoid real life.

"Nagisa!" an angered voice echoed through the house.

The orange haired girl flinched at the voice. It was her dad. She didn't want to go see her parents. However, that idea would just backfire on her. She dragged herself out of bed, gulping and bracing herself for what's to come. Her body moved to the living room.

For her, this was just the same routine. She gets asked questions about her grades and such. Nagisa answers them. Her parents praise Ryouta and say how he's the perfect child. They yell at her and punish her, telling her to be as good as Ryouta. Nagisa looked down to cover her tears and covered the newly made bruise. She bowed, replied that she will, and slowly walked to her room.

As Nagisa went back into her room, she locked her door again. Her hand moved away from where she was smacked. The bruise was very purple. It even still stung. She poked it and winced at the pain.

Once again, Nagisa walked over to her bed and laid down on it. She grabbed and tightly hugged her Mepple doll. This time, she pulled the cover over her body, for warmth and secrecy. Tears finally streamed down her check, quickly turning into a river of tears.

Why does my life have to be this way?

Honoka Yukishiro saw the girl with orange hair walking by. She knew that girl was hiding something. She knew that Nagisa there was the one she was supposed to help.

Honoka was new to this area, straight out of a special academy: An academy that specializes in guardian angels. With all of the sadness in the world, one of their kind decided that they were really needed. Honoka had just graduated from there. However, to get her true wings and become a full fledged angel, she must help someone overcome their sadness and have a better life.

She followed this girl to her house and watched her go into the building. Honoka sat down, trying to think of the best way to meet her and let her know about her, hopefully without revealing her secret.

A sound of a smack woke Honoka from her thoughts. She turned towards the sound and found that the source of it was from Nagisa's house. She knew that Nagisa was hurt, both because of her gut and the sound of the impact. Honoka got up and nodded to herself.

The dark blue haired girl with a white sweater and skirt walked up to the door and knocked on it. A woman answered asking, "Yes?"

"Hi, is Nagisa home?" asked Honoka very sweetly. "I'm one of her friends."

Honoka could see through the mask that this woman was putting on. The mother smiled and replied, "She is, but she's kind of busy right now. Sorry."

The dark blue haired girl put on a mask of her own. "It's all right. Thanks." She walked away, smiling. When she was far enough, her smile disappeared. Hmm…How to get to her? Honoka looked up at the window to Nagisa's room.

Nagisa palmed a piece of sharp metal. She heard from odd conversations in the hallways that this was a great stress relief. The female didn't have enough courage to do this until now. The cold metal touched her wrist. She was about ready to run it along her skin.

That was when someone flew into her window, screaming. She broke it and entered the room, whispering, "Ow…" Nagisa had never seen this girl before. Dark blue hair, a white sweater, a white skirt, and small, white…Were those wings coming out of her back?

Nagisa set the piece of metal on her dresser and went to the girl. "A-are you okay? Who are you?"

Honoka pushed herself up and dusted herself off. "I'm Honoka Yukishiro. Nice to finally meet you Nagisa." She looked at her back, eyeing the wings. "Oops, I guess the secret's out, isn't it?"

"What are-"

Nagisa's question was cut off by a knock at the door. Ryouta's voice called, "Sis? What's going on up here?"

He opened his sister's door. Nothing was out of place and Nagisa was the only one in the room. "Did something cause a racket, sis? I swore I heard someone else up here."

"N-nope," Nagisa nervously chuckled. She was standing in front of her closet, holding the door shut.

"Okay. Supper will be soon."

As Ryouta left and shut the door, Nagisa exhaled a sigh of relief. She let go of the handle of the door Honoka was trying to open. As a result, the door opened and Honoka fell out. She hurried to straighten herself up.

"What are you?" whispered Nagisa, still shocked at the development.

Honoka chuckled. "What, you don't know of us? I'm a guardian angel. Well to be exact, your guardian angel."

"But-But why?

Honoka told Nagisa about her life and the academy she just graduated from. Then, told Nagisa why she was here. Nagisa listened with her mind taking in everything. She never knew there were these things. Plus, she had nothing else to do besides homework or what she originally planned to do until supper was ready. Obviously, she asked questions that was part of her curiosity.

"Supper time, Nagisa!" her father's voice called. Nagisa got up and walked to the door. Honoka went to follow until Nagisa turned around and shook her head no.

"Sorry Honoka, but you can't come. My parents would freak out if they knew you were here. And then…" Nagisa shuddered at the thought. "I promise I'll come back as soon as I can, all right?" The orange haired girl shut the door as she walked out.

Honoka looked and sighed. She felt a bit bored. After ten minutes, she decided to grab the pieces of glass. I wonder how her brother missed this clue? she thought to herself. She held the pieces in place as energy hummed through her, restoring the window to its previous form. She sighed as she was finished. The girl felt really drained and it was clearly obvious that she was also. That was when Nagisa returned. The orange haired girl looked at her window, confused. "Uh…Wasn't my window broken when I went downstairs?"

"Yeah." Honoka was panting a bit. "Long story short, it's fixed."

Nagisa saw tiredness in the angel girl's eyes. "Do you have a place to stay? You look beat."

Honoka nodded no at Nagisa's question. "And I'm fine. Do you mind if I stay here tonight?"

Nagisa thought for a moment. What if her parents see her? "All right," the girl sighed, "You can stay. But there are two things you need to follow. One, be out of sight from my family. Two, can you put those wings away?"

"No problem." The small wings went into Honoka's back, disappearing from view. Her tiredness finally won over. Honoka laid on the bed, closing her eyes. Within seconds, she was softly snoring, fully asleep.

Nagisa smiled at the curled up girl. "She must be so tired." The girl reached over Honoka to grab a pillow and Mepple. She went to her closet to grab a blanket and set it on the ground. She put her head on the pillow, snuggled with Mepple, and covered up.

Honoka opened her eyes for a bit. One of her hands came off the bed and reached for Nagisa's. Nagisa squinted and lifted her hand. Her fingers wrapped around Honoka's hand. Honoka smiled, closed her eyes, and drifted off at the same time as Nagisa.

"Nagisa!" a voice called. Nagisa squirmed in her makeshift bed a bit. Ryouta yelled again, "Sis! Wake up ! It's time to get ready for school!"

Nagisa groaned and woke up. "Morning Honoka."

The orange haired female sat up and stretched. She was concerned after a minute of no answer. "Honoka? Honoka Yukishiro? Are you there?" Her eyes flitted to her bed. It was perfectly made with no trace of Honoka at all. This made Nagisa think. Was it-Was it just a dream?

"Nagisa! Hurry!" Ryouta's voice called yet again. Nagisa shook her head and started to put her uniform on.

The female ran into her classroom just as the bell rang. She walked over to her desk, keeping her eyes down. With Honoka seeming to be imaginary, her day just seemed grim.

Rina and Shiho walked to her desk, hoping that their friend was okay. Rina was brave enough to speak first, "Nagisa, are you fine? You seem a bit…" Her sentence drifted off as her eyes made their way to the bruise on Nagisa's arm. "Whoa, are you okay?"

Nagisa kept her eyes on her desk and put her hand over the bruise. She bit back a tear. "It's all right. I just…Fell on my way home, no big deal."

Rina and Shiho looked at each other in concern. They wanted to help Nagisa, but didn't want to pry into her personal life. Ms. Takenochi came in, saying, "Okay, sit down children."

The class did as their teacher said, while Nagisa was a bit too involved in her little world.

"We have a new student starting today and I would like you all to make her feel welcome." Ms. Takenochi turned towards the door. "Come on in Ms. Yukishiro."

Nagisa's head snapped to attention and she stared in amazement at the student walking in. "It's her…"

A/N: Finally, I finished this...It took a month, but I finished the first chapter. Now to work on another fanfic so overdue. Please read and review. Oh, and don't worry, Nagisa will not be emo before I have anyone mad about that. That thing may come back one more time, but that's it.