If you're reading this, then it's nearly complete. Yes...I'm nearly finished a story. You'll be looking for approximately 25-30 chapters. This will easily break my last record. I felt this couldn't wait until it was finished to be posted.

If you have ANY issues against the LGBT community, I don't suggest reading this story.

Also, any flames received will be deliberately ignored, so don't bother saying anything bad about this story or it's topic. If you don't like it, then just don't read it...

I can't guarantee there will be often updates as I work full time and go to college full time, but I will try to provide a new chapter at least once a week. I barely have enough time to sleep let alone have to myself. Most of my writing is done by hand, during my classes.

One more thing...I haven't proofread this, so don't mind any spelling/grammar errors...I found it was too hard to read through this once I had it typed...

Anyway...Enough about me, on with the story. Please don't forget to review, I love reading your comments.

OK people...what the hell...........113 hits and only 1 review, you don't know how tempted I was to hold off posting the next chapter...you should consider yourselves lucky...

Guardian Angel
Chapter 2

The following morning when Michiru woke up Takada had already gone to work. She carefully pulled herself from the bed and went into the bathroom. When she closed the door she examined herself in the full length mirror to see what damage had been done the night before. Her hair was a mess from him pulling and tugging on it, there was a slight red mark on her cheek from the back of his hand. She tilted her head upwards to look at the light bruise around her neck from where his fingers pressed as he held her down by her throat. A sigh left her lips as she examined the hand shaped bruises on both of her breasts as well as on the inside of her thighs. Her hips were sore from how he was holding her the night before. She was always sore the day after they made love. He would hold her in awkward positions, to satisfy his desires, until he was finished with her. Then he wouldn't kiss her or even hold her, he just rolled away and went to sleep.

Before they were married he would often hold her after their love making and he would also be more considerate of what was painful to her. Now, he simply calls her his property and he can treat her however he wishes. She knew that it changed once there was a wedding band on their finger.

She ran a brush through her hair before using the toilet, she frowned when she finished. She was over three weeks late for her period. She hadn't figured out how to tell Takada yet. She had no idea how he would react to the possibility of being pregnant. After she showered and got dressed she thumbed through Takada's rolodex to find the phone number to her doctor. She had to find out for herself before she said anything to him about it.

"There it is." She spoke aloud to nobody as her hand reached for the phone.

"Dr. Yamamoto's office, this is Ayame. How can I help you today?"

"I was hoping I could get in for an appointment today?" Michiru could hear the receptionist typing on a computer on the other side of the phone.

"And what's your name?"

"Michiru Kaiou-Sato"

"Alright, we do have openings for this afternoon. And what seems to be the problem today Mrs. Kaiou-Sato"

Michiru blushed as the words came through her lips. "I think I might be pregnant. I'd just like to see the doctor to make sure. I'm more than three weeks late for my cycle."

"Alright, would 1 PM be a good time for you ma'am?"

"That's perfect, that will give me plenty of time to get home before my husband does."

They bid their farewells and Michiru placed the phone back on the receiver. She still had to clean up the mess that she had caused yesterday. Sure enough the broken board still sat on the floor, as did pieces of wood from the stand. She worked to gather up the larger pieces before going to get a broom and dust pan for the smaller slivers of wood. At least she still had her violin in storage to keep her mind occupied during the day. She tossed each of the pieces of debris into a large trash bag then slid on her slippers to take it out to the trash can.

She made herself a small breakfast before digging through the freezer to pull something out to make for supper that evening. Her eyes glanced at the clock and saw she still had two hours before she had to leave for the bus station to make it to the doctor's office in time. She sighed softly and looked around for something to do in order to keep her mind occupied for the duration of that time period.

Before she left she went into her bathroom to apply makeup; expertly covering up the light red mark on her cheek, as well as the bruising on her neck. She had a lot of experience with covering them up. Each time she and Takada would go out to one of his employee dinners he would have her put makeup on each of the visible marks. He always told her that what happened in their home, needed to stay in their home.

She left about noon, walking down to the corner to catch the bus. She had done this often throughout her marriage with Takada. He didn't trust her with a car but he did allow her to have a bus pass in case she needed to go anywhere throughout the day. She had started memorizing the schedule as well as the routes of each of the busses. She presented her bus pass to the driver and moved to take a seat near the front.

Twenty minutes later she pulled the cord that hung above her head in order to get off; when the bus came to a complete stop at the curb she disembarked and walked the remaining four blocks on her own. Temptation overtook her as she passed a tiny coffee shop on the corner before she reached the doctor's office. She walked inside and made her way to the counter.

"Yes ma'am." A young gentleman smiled politely at her, almost in a flirting manner.

"Just a small green tea please." She reached into her purse for money, the diamond ring on her finger glimmering in the light, his eyes landed on it and he quickly changed his tone from flirting to more professional.

"I should have known a pretty woman like you would be married." Michiru simply blushed and smiled at him. He turned away to fill her order.

Beautiful…Takada never called her beautiful anymore. She hasn't heard anybody call her that in nearly a year. The last time he ever called her beautiful was on the night of their wedding. That was the last time he was ever cordial to her. The nicest things he would ever say now were 'thank you,' she'd be blessed whenever he would call her 'hun.'

When the clerk returned to the counter with her tea she paid him and bid him farewell. She walked into the doctor's office and approached the desk.

"Name?" The receptionist looked up at her and smiled.

"Michiru Kaiou-Sato…" She took a sip of her tea and pulled her medical card from her purse to show it to the woman on the other side of the counter.

"Alright, the doctor will be right with you, please take a seat." Michiru nodded and turned to look at a few other men and women idly flipping through magazines and waiting for their name to be called. She picked a seat in the corner and sat down silently. She reached for a magazine from the table and slowly flipped through it.

It seemed like an eternity before a nurse came through the door and called Michiru's name. She grabbed her purse and tossed the magazine on the table.

"So you think you may be pregnant?" the nurse smiled at her as she led Michiru into a room. "I'm going to need you to sit up on the table please." Michiru obeyed her and watched the nurse grab the blood pressure belt to put around her arm. "What are these?" The nurse frowned and looked up at the other woman.

Michiru blushed and looked down. "My husband and I…we…well…"

The nurse giggled. "A little rough?" She smiled when Michiru nodded. "As long as it was welcomed, that's what matters right?" Again Michiru nodded, finally returning the nurse's smile. "Alright, just relax your arm so I can get an accurate reading." After she flipped the machine on, she waited until the monitor was finished its test and looked at Michiru. "135 over 80…your blood pressure's a little high. But that's probably because you're nervous about what the doctor will say." The nurse asked Michiru a few more questions before leaving the room.

She sighed and tapped her fingers on the edge of the table waiting for the doctor to come in the room. She reached out to grab her green tea. Her hands were shaking, she was truly afraid of what the doctor would tell her. She was even more frightened of how Takada would react. Would she receive another beating? Or would he be happy about it? Maybe he would treat her the same way as he did before they were married.

"Good afternoon Michiru. It's nice to see you again. How are you doing today?" Dr. Yamamoto walked through the doorway. Michiru jumped at the sound of the doctor, her cup of tea landed on the floor. "Jumpy I see. What are we nervous about?"

"I'm more than three weeks late…"

"Oh, sounds like you may be pregnant than doesn't it?" She dug through a drawer and pulled out a small sterile bag. "Follow me please."

"What about the mess?" Michiru climbed off of the examination table, careful not to step in the spilt tea.

"Don't worry about it; I'll have a nurse clean it up."

Michiru followed the doctor out of the room and toward the bathroom near the lab area. She took the cup from her and went into the bathroom. A few minutes later she emerged and set the cup on the counter.

The doctor frowned when she noticed the bruises on her wrist. "Where did that come from?"

Again Michiru blushed, this time she quickly pulled her sleeve down to cover it. "My husband and I get a little rough sometimes."

"Are you sure? Has he ever hit you?"

She shook her head in response. She had become accustomed to lying for his actions. If she didn't than he would be liable to hit her again. "No, he's never laid a hand on me."

The doctor continued to speak as she worked on the test. "What about that bruise on your neck than?"

"From making love last night. I told you we get a little rough." Michiru was quick with her answer.

"If he ever hits you, you need to tell someone. It is against the law." She gently shook the test tube; it quickly turned a pale blue color. She smiled. "You're pregnant Michiru…congratulations." A huge smile came to Michiru's face. "I'd like to get you scheduled for a sonogram. Go and speak with one of the receptionists. Then you're free to go."

Michiru shook the doctor's hand before going out and scheduling an appointment for the next day. She took the paper that had the address on it and left. Yet, she was still petrified as to how Takada would react…

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