Description: Misumi Nagisa is living in two worlds that are so very similar, and yet so different. In one, she is bestowed with the superpowers of Pretty Cure. In another, she is in a mental institution. What happens when she finds that her world could be fake? Nagisa/Honoka, partly AU.

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She never wanted it to be this way.

She never asked to be the hero. The *hero*, fuck it, not the heroine. The damn hero. She didn't even get to pick which one she wanted.

But of course, I'm the boyish one. Honoka is much more suited to the role of the princess, the heroine.

Of course, in the long run, it didn't matter what she picked. They were still only vessels to protect the Garden of Light. She also wouldn't have it any other way - she loved the funny yellow creature called Mepple a lot, even if she wanted to bash his inflated head in sometimes. She'd been terrified when Mepple had been ill - sickened herself almost with fear...

Without warning, her body suddenly started convulsing, as pain flooded her senses. She tried thrashing, but her body seemed to be frozen. She tried screaming, but no noise came out. Still screaming noiselessly, the pain engulfed her, and she passed out.

All she knew was darkness.

Nagisa woke to the sounds of beeping machines and the smell of severely sterilized walls. The world was still dark and foggy, but at least the pain was gone. In the distance there was someone babbling, "It's lucky to be smart than smart to be lucky."

Now what's this all about? was the thought that first came to her mind, followed almost immediately by Where am I?

A ruffle of cloth against cloth made her struggle to open her eyes. Immediately they closed when a blinding white assaulted them.

"Hmm, Kaoru-san, Patient No. 88, seems to be recovering quite nicely. Her motor skills seem to be functioning again, although she still has the odd tendency to spout off a random quote," voices approaching Nagisa made her open her eyes once more. "See that there is someone attending to her at all times though. We don't want a repeat of last week's collapse down the stairs, Pissard."

"Yes, Dr. Marks."

Dr. Marks? PISSARD? The voice even sounded like him. But wasn't he gone? (She refused to think of him as dead, though that was effectively what they'd made him) Terrified, she recalled the excruciating pain she'd been in. The Prism Stones! Her hand scrabbled underneath sheets, searching for the cellphone shaped thing. Not there. She started to panic.

Of course it wouldn't be there! I wouldn't go to sleep with it, for kami's sake!

It was then that she registered exactly what she was looking at. Everything was white. A stark white. A hospital white.

Voices resounded from the corridor again. "I'm going to check on Patient No.90, Pissard. Make sure to remember to accompany Kaoru-san." Dr. Marks.

"Of course, sir."

Footsteps echoed through the corridor and got louder and louder. Nagisa turned her head and stared at the form of Dr. Marks. A wholly unremarkable man save for the fact that he was foreign. He seemed startled.

"Why, your eyes are opened today, Misumi-san! Very rare indeed!" More cheerfully, he began to inspect her. "I'm just gonna check everything to make sure they're alright, ok?"

Her throat worked. Finally she rasped out, "Where am I?"

The doctor nearly dropped his clipboard. He gaped, giving him the appearance of a fat fish. "Misumi-san? Did you just say something to me?"

A long pause reigned before she cautiously said, "Yes..."

The doctor exploded out of his seat and started yelling, "Bed 3, Patient No.90 is awake! Patient No.90 is awake! Draco, Gecki, get over here! Misumi-san, I'll be right back! Please stay conscious! I'll be right back!"

Two hulking men rumbled in, completely obstructing Nagisa's view of anything, which left her a bit annoyed, but she didn't move, terrified. Who are all these strange people?

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, through the tiny crack which she could still see, she spotted blue hair. The face was turned from her, but she couldn't mistake that person for anyone else in the world.

She yelled, "Honoka!" The person whipped around to face her as she struggled to get out of the bed, the two men completely forgotten. Definitely Honoka. Confusion dotted the other girl's face as the two men converged on Nagisa, holding her down. Adrenaline fueled her and she slid out of their reach and slammed her feet on the ground. "Honoka!" she yelled again.

The two men grabbed her and forced her back on the bed.

"HELP! HONOKA!"

One man looked stupidly at the other as he yelled for a nurse to come in. A motherly women rushed in and injected something into Nagisa's arm. Suddenly all she felt was sleepiness, and she drifted off into the darkness once more.

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Baaa. Such a stupid story.

Plug: Umm... lesse here... something dedicated to femmeslash/yuri... Ok, since Shoujoai.com is being a bitch to me right now(so I can't find the fic I wanted) I'll rec a Harry Potter story instead. Lavender/Parvati. Real Methods of Divination. It's a good read. Really.

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