After receiving her MRI and waiting outside the machine for a few minutes, Diva was called out to speak with Amshel and that woman scientist, whose name she hadn't yet learned. The two greeted her with a warm smile as she waltzed in.

"Diva," Amshel began, "This is Julia. We have very excellent news. That boy has helped you conceive; you will soon be a mother."

"Oh yay!!" Diva clapped excitedly, "So I guess that my precious doll doesn't need what makes her so precious any more ne?"

Amshel nodded while Julia looked confused.

"So might I take my children from her and use them to create more pretty dolls?" Diva continued.

"You may have anything you want Diva," Amshel bowed.

Diva smiled happily and skipped off to wait for Amshel in the car, to happy to wait for her Chevalier.

"What was she talking about when she mentioned a doll?" Julia asked after Diva had gone.

"I see you've not been informed of our little experiment," Amshel mused aloud, "About fifteen years ago a little girl was wandering around in the streets in Vietnam, looking for her parents. They'd been separated, unfortunately. I had the fortunate chance of finding this child. Since she had no parents to speak of, at least at the moment, we secretly performed tests on her and turned her into a Chiropteran of sorts. After posters started appearing for her, we sent her back to her parents after wiping her mind blank. Returning her to her parents, I informed them of a preparatory school called, 'Lycée'. They seemed interested and about five years later, after her mother had passed, her father left her at the school, where we had full control and leaving her in our care. We'd been able to perform enough tests to keep the Chiropteran blood dormant in her until she was brought to us, so, even though we kept an eye on her whereabouts at all times anyway, we could let her live a relatively normal life before Lycée, where she stayed for ten years. After her ninth birthday, her father passed—alcohol poisoning. So she was completely in our control while she waited to graduate from the school. Soon after her father passed, one of the cafeteria workers 'adopted' her. During vacations, when she was to visit her 'distant relatives' she instead was taken to this lab. We inputted, with our technology, that she was staying with a relative during these times. We stopped this after twelve, however, after we concluded the experiments to create the enzymes to bring up her blood potency. We also took advantage of this by secretly monitoring her cycles, and collecting her ovums to test her fertility.

"Getting back to her being a Chiropteran," Amshel continued, "She, much like Saya and Diva, always appears human. A few years after she came to Lycée and after many tests during her stay, we discovered that her blood had mutated differently from Diva's, so, in a way, she is no longer of Diva's blood anymore. Her blood, unlike Saya's and Diva's, wouldn't kill either Queen. Instead her blood could heal often fatal wounds. We had initially hoped this and were proud of its success—seeing as how our past experiment over 130 years ago didn't work out nearly as well."

Julia's eyes widened as she began to understand who and what he was talking about.

"Since she was technically no longer of Diva's blood," Amshel continued, "I asked Karl to have intercourse with her. A year after they mated, she ended up with twin baby girls, just like Diva," Amshel paused in thought, "Perhaps there is a way to create artificial queens like Diva requested. And perhaps they'll be like Hakumei when it comes to the ability of their blood. I will leave you to conduct more experiments now that you're aware. I must tend to Diva for now."

With that, he walked out of the room to meet with Diva; leaving Julia to sit in his wake and stare vacantly into space.

A dim room. Literacy books, teddy bears and rag dolls strewn around her. Hakumei looked around her from her sitting position on the colorful rug. It looked like lab? Or was it her own room?

'Is this me?' she asked her, her voice coming from nowhere, "Where am I? What happened to my family?'

She looked to be around five and was wearing a pretty blue and white dress, with a bow in her hair. On her feet were white socks and what looked like tap shoes. The girl began humming her alphabet, playing with a porcelain doll, when a sudden noise made her jump. A roar. It grew louder and louder. In fear, she began screaming and crying. The doll's face cracks and the roars suddenly stop.

"Success," another voice from nowhere booms.

The world around her fades to black…

Bright lights overhead. Hakumei gasps as another kick to the leg wakes her.

"Get up bitch!!" someone above her yells.

Hakumei sat up painfully and she glared up at the man. He was wearing a white coat; a scientist of course. She refused to listen and was rewarded with a sharp tug on her arm as he roughly pulled her up. She was still somewhat blinded by sleep as he dragged her out of the room. Hakumei thought back to all she had packed, considering taking the money she'd saved up from allowances back as Lycée and using it to buy a train ticket or something to escape. That thought quickly left as she noticed that she was being strapped down tightly. Her ankles, wrists, her legs, her arms were all tied down as tightly as they could. The rags she was wearing were lifted to expose her stomach. A knife's blade glinted in the light and her eyes widened as she felt the blade pierce her flesh. She shrieked and tried to writhe as the blade was dragged down her abdomen. Tears stained her cheeks as they fell freely from her eyes. Her voice grew sore as the knife dug deeper. Blood spattered across her face as gloved hands reached into the hole created by the blade. She howled in pain, throwing her head back and forth. She felt a tugging. Scissors were brandished and glinted in the light. She was too blinded by tears to see them cut the placenta, but gasped as she caught sight of what they were after. She glanced to the dissecting tray they'd placed the dead embryos into and sobbed harder. They were careful to stitch her back up a little, but the gnarled gash on her abdomen remained untouched. Her breathing was ragged as her sobs tore through her body.

Hakumei held her stomach as she was led, a hand holding the back of her neck, to the cell she was sharing with Karl. She sobbed to herself. Those babies, now lying dead in a dissecting tray somewhere, were all that kept her at Karl's side. Now they were gone and so were chances of getting close to him again.

"Wh-What are you going to do to them?" she wept, her voice wavering.

"Shut up!" one of them snapped as he sharply slapped her.

Hakumei winced from the sting in her cheek, but ignored it; that was nothing compared to what she'd just endured. She heard the door open, but she didn't want to enter. A shove pushed her into the room. Her bangs fell over her tear-filled eyes as she stumbled in and fell to the floor at Karl's feet. He'd either been waiting for her return or a chance to escape without her. She had a sinking feeling that the latter was much more possible. The door closed with a swish. Blood pooled beneath her as her body fought to heal the gaping wound. Her hands and face were covered in her own blood. Her clothes were also drenched in her blood—Amshel hadn't bothered to give her a change of clothes; a lab rat didn't deserve such luxuries. Karl stared down at her almost shocked and kneeled before her.

"I hadn't considered that Diva would ever sanction such actions," he mused, "However, I suppose it is her right to kill her children…"

Hakumei sobbed louder, cursing his name. Why must he always insist that they were Diva's? Why couldn't he understand her pain? Why did she have to suffer? Why was it always about Diva, Diva, Diva? He pulled her into his arms as he bit into his hand to feed her his blood. Hakumei held his hand away as she sobbed into his shoulder, pulling away only enough to let him hear her words.

"I regret ever allowing you to have intercourse with me," she sobbed, her voice and hand upon his wrist shaking, "for not being strong enough to stop you. I regret ever seeing your face and wishing I could touch it; just to know if you were truly and angel—only to find it to be a mask…I hope you die—that you fall into a bit and never return as you rot for all eternity…like I will. Like I will, because you took everything I had to live for—I might as well rut away like I've withered in your arms and shattered in Diva's playpen. Just leave me be to die won't you?"

Karl stared down at her for a moment, choosing his words carefully.

"I promise, koibito," he swore silently as he held her a little closer, "I will help you escape—for Saya. And since you are my koibito; I promise to grant you new offspring and a life—but only at my side."

Hakumei shook her head and wept louder and louder until she finally just passed out from the pain still clinging to her abdomen.

While she slept in his arms, he was able to feed her his blood to help her heal. Her traumatized mind would cause her to heal very slowly overnight. After picking her up, he walked over to one of the walls and leaned against it as he sat back down with her. He stared down at her and began to think. His thoughts turned dark as he truly thought about how much he hated her. She had kept him from dying with his Saya. She could no longer grant him children. There was no value to her whatsoever. He glared down at her, hoping she'd maybe die in her sleep.

It was hours before she woke again. She glanced up at him from her place on the floor and almost cringed from the look of utter hatred in his eyes. She sighed in frustration and weakly stood, her stomach still healing a little, and made her way to sit against the opposite wall and corner. She could feel those cold, hateful eyes on her as she stared out the tiny window and prayed that someone would help…They remained like this for a little while. Taking a great chance, she glanced uneasily to the broken and beaten down Chevalier across the cell from her. She was up against the wall, holding her legs and trying to bear the cold now seeping into her skin. The deep gash in her stomach was nearly healed, but still hurt. She thought of Nathan and the dresses he'd bought her. Amshel had probably taken away all of the beautiful dresses Nathan had bought her. She vaguely wondered now where Nathan had gone and why he'd not stopped Amshel from doing all of this. Sighing, she stared out that tiny, barred window to her right sadly, praying this would all be over soon…She could feel Karl's angry eyes glaring at her from the other end of the cell. He was still hurt from a few nights prior; when he learned that Saya did not love him and now he hated her…Without turning from the window, she tried to talk to him, solace him—anything to break the dreadful silence stretching between them.

"Why have you been saying that no one will love you?" she asked, biting her tongue as soon as the words had left her mouth and fearing his answer.

"Because no one but Saya can love me," he replied, looking away to the door of the cell.

Hakumei thought her words over carefully. She'd wanted a chance like this for so long. To tell him that she loved him…Now she had a chance, but she was too frightened to say it. She pondered over her words. Such a simple term. How could such a phrase—a simple little phrase—be so difficult to say? So instead of that, she chose her words to some that she found to be less difficult.

"Do you really believe that?" she asked, her eyes never straying from the moon she was able to view from her position.

"Mochiron," he snarled back angrily

"Doshite?" she inquired, now turning to him with her hazy eyes.

Karl did not answer. Truth be told, he did not know. He had once believed that only Diva could love him. When she didn't, he had turned to Saya. He knew somehow that Saya was his soul mate. Hakumei just stared at him, waiting for a reply.

"I don't know..." he finally replied after his long silence.

"Then how can you believe it?" she tilted her head to the side curiously, "Who engrained it into your mind that it's true—?"

"Damare!!" he shouted, glaring at her again.

Hakumei stared sadly at him and averted her gaze.

"D-Daisuki..." she murmured as she blushed, as she kept her gaze away from him.

"Nani?" Karl asked in an almost irritated voice; he hadn't heard what she'd said.

Hakumei closed her eyes to let her tears fall.

"Daisuki!" she cried into her sleeve.

She continued to sob into her arm. There was no way she could possibly look at him now, but she still spoke.

"I don't know why, or how," she sobbed, "I've tried to force it down, to ignore it because it's useless!! I can't stop loving you…even though it's completely pointless…"

Both snapped their attention to the door as they heard screaming in the halls. Silence followed before the door to their cell was broken down. Solomon stood on the other side, smiling, with his hand—now a machete-like blade—held daintily near his torso.

"There you are," he smiled calmly.

"You're really shitty with timing aren't ya Solomon?" Hakumei asked, tears staining her face as she slowly stood.

Solomon gave her a confused look and then glanced to Karl before quickly shaking it off.

"Listen, just come with me," he instructed, turning and leading them out of the cell, "I'll explain everything on the way out."