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Notes: Ha, after a year! Yeah, but hey...for those who actually kept faith that I would still upload. Thanks.

When my heart beats fast

Scattering my thoughts about my head

It was one of the worst miscarriages he'd ever seen. 'One of the worst, and messiest,' Takani-sensei added to himself as he studied the chart of the young woman before him. 'If I didn't know any better,' he continued, eyeing the body guards stationed at the doorway, and one by the window, 'I'd think this was deliberate.'

There'd been so much blood it was a miracle she had still been alive when they'd arrived. He'd even thought that the man who carried her to the emergency room himself had been bleeding. The white—he'd only known it was white because of the collar— blazer was soaked in blood, as well as the cream- colored polo. The woman whom he'd learned to be Doumyoji Tsukushi was as white as the dead, and she was going cold. She'd gone past delirium. She was calling the man who brought her here, with his private army in tow, and who he knew to be not her husband, her angel. Hanazawa Riu, business- tycoon, the one who elevated his family's status to be only 20 stocks-wise second to the Doumyojis', from its 50 difference, dubbed by his associates as burning ice, a known stoic, calm, cold bachelor voted most eligible in God's given earth, an angel. A savior. Hanazawa Rui, member of the F4, but friend of Doumyoji Tsubasa, husband of the woman before him.

'Who is also conveniently out of the country.' He gathered from Hanazawa Rui- sama, Doumyoji Tsubasa left a scant three hours ago for a pre-arranged business arrangement.

What husband would leave his wife like this for a business arrangement? It's not like they need more partners, the Doumyojis own practically half of Japan, the doctor kept on musing, as he handed the chart to one of the nurses that accompanied him. 'Rich people,' he continued, starting to check on Doumyoji Tsubasa's vital signs, 'are definitely different.' He was examining the arm that had to be placed on a cast when he saw the bodyguard tense and bow.

"How is she sensei?"

Not a few gasps could be heard coming from the nurses, after all, this is Hanazawa Rui. Even from his voice he sounds handsome. Apparently, the nurses agreed on the statement one reporter wrote in a publicized magazine bearing this Hanazawa's face on the front. Takani sensei remembered it was sold out in one hour.

"She's recovering."

He felt and saw as the other man stood next to him. He kept his interest to himself as Hanazawa sama's hand found Doumyoji Tsukushi's. "But?"

Takani sensei turned and faced the other man, he feel four or five inches smaller than the business tycoon, who at one point dawdled on medicine. He knew a genius when he saw one, and while IQ tests proclaim him to be above average, Hanazawa Rui fell on the genius category. In a marginal scale from just the passing grade.

"Hanazawa-sama," he started, but was cut of when Hanazawa Rui spoke

"Muraki, unless you want me to start calling you 'Doctor', drop it."

He let out a small laugh this time, and what awkwardness he felt was unloaded with the small action. Hanazawa Rui, let a small smile escape him as well. Had he decided to seriously pursue a medical career, he would have been Takani Muraki's closest competition. The smile was the most Hanazawa Rui could manage under the circumstances. For Takani-sensei, it was more than any amount of money he knew Hanazawa Rui could give. After all they're not cousins for nothing.

"Muraki? I won't close your hospital, take my word, no matter how… or what her situation is." The calmly spoken statement that was laced with the lightest of pleading made its way to Muraki's ear, and his brain caught on it fairly fast. He'd never heard Rui speak that way—seen his only cousin speak this way once and that was when Hanazawa Mamoru was lying on his deathbed, three years ago.

He cleared his throat, not sure if he wants to be the bearer of this particular news. "I'd really not mind if you close the hospital, just don't kill me..." he started, a lame attempt at a joke, aiming to elicit another of those rare smiles. There was none but a nod of the head. "She had a miscarriage."

Another nod, "That's obvious enough."

"Leave us." Muraki said, looking at the nurses. He waited until the door closed behind them with a resounding click. "Rui..." Muraki sighed, turning to face his cousin. 'There's really no other way of saying this.' "This is her first miscarriage."

"I know. This is the first time she'd been pregnant."

Another long silence. Muraki was trying hard to gather his courage. "It would be her last."

Blue met blue—it ran in the blood of Rui's mother that they have blue eyes, but while Muraki had the sea as the mirror of his eyes, Rui had ice.

"Is medicine so advanced, dear cousin, that you have prevented her to have a miscarriage by any way?"

The doctor swallowed a rather big lump in his throat. "No."

He didn't even know that Rui was holding on to the steel bars that prevented Tsukushi from falling if ever she rolled on to her side until the loud clang of steel disjointing from steel forcefully echoed through the room. His gaze lowered. Rui was holding on to the piece of the bed. He cleared his throat. "Of course you can always consult with another gynecologist."

"I'm sure I don't need another gynecologist, Muraki. You had three gynecologists in your team when you operated on her." Rui's voice was cold now, so cold he felt the temperature in the room dropped negative zero. He'd never faced this Rui before—never. And he didn't know what to do with him this time.

"She wanted to have a child, Muraki. She wants to have a child." If Rui hadn't said his name, Muraki would've thought he was talking to himself. In reply all he could do was nod.

"She thought having a child would mean having something entirely hers. Someone she could love unconditionally just because the child came from her, and one who would love her in return. She had been so excited, so excited to tell him..." Rui stopped his seeming monologue as he brushed a wayward strand of hair on Tsukushi's face, then he turned to Muraki. "How old was her baby?" His voice changed now and gone was the coldness of it, but the steel edge remained.

"Five and a half months, six at most."

"What was the gender of the child?"

Muraki had to burrow through his thoughts before he could find the answer—the mood swings of his cousin is becoming worse. "A boy. She would have had a baby boy."

Rui closed his eyes and Muraki saw his jaw clench. "She wanted to have a boy first, then a girl. She said having a boy, as the first-born would mean he'd protect his sister if she'd conceived again."

Muraki nodded not at all some where all these were headed, but knew his cousin well enough that all the questions were meant for nothing all he could do was prepare himself for whatever the ingenious brain of his cousin could conjure.

"She has to have the child."

The statement so casually yet forcefully spoken jolted the doctor back to the present "What?" He asked, feeling rather numb. "How do you expect to give her the child?"

He could have sworn Rui's eyes glinted or maybe it was just the light. "This child, I would give him the proper ceremony, the honor it needs, and I will not forget him. You, as well." Dead silence, then, "Tsukushi however will."

Muraki blinked. The proverbial floor was again swung beneath his very feet. "How do you expect for this to happen Rui—in case you've forgotten, she was almost 6 months pregnant. It's kind of rather hard to miss."

"Tell her she was carrying twins. Tell her she lost one child, but the other is in critical condition, and needs to be attended to. Tell her she cannot exert herself, that she cannot visit her child. Then when the time is right, she'll meet her child and take the child home and her dreams will be fulfilled. So she won't mourn as much, so she won't lose a substantial part of herself."

Muraki's eyes widened as he listened to Rui's words. He knew his cousin used more percent of his brain than the entire population of the hospital, but this, this... just how far is he willing to go for the happiness of this woman?

"Rui, are you planning to adopt a child? A newborn child and present this to the Doumyojis as their own? Have you forgotten that everyone else in this world uses at best 15 of their brains capacity and you as one in the 8 billion residents of earth uses 50 of it?

Rui's eyes glinted again, Muraki was sure of it now, "Is adoption such an abhorrable thing that you mention it like that?"

"No!" He defended, "Adoption is a noble act and I'd fancy it would work on anyone else but the Doumyojis. Rui," he said, placing a hand upon the other's shoulder, "You are a Hanazawa but you're just one, alone, solitary, in this field. The Doumyojis have three—the father, the mother, and the son, who, in case you've forgotten, is you're best friend."

"I have you, Muraki. We're enough against them."

Muraki's jaw worked as he stared at Rui like he'd grown another head. "Rui as flattered as I am about this faith in me and everything..."

"Besides, I never said was planning on adopting a child"

Muraki blinked this temples were beginning to pound. He'd never had so much in his brain ticking at the same time since the board examination. "And what, pray feel were you thinking?"

"In vitro fertilization. Or artificial insemination Whichever would work."

Now Muraki's jaw dropped as he lead himself to use one of the cushions and sat himself. "I haven't told you why she can't have children at all haven't I?" He didn't wait for the reply, so he continued. "The bleeding was so severe we had to remove her ovary to save her, otherwise instead of planning how to give her a child would be the least of your problems and the least of my concerns. You'd be scheming for the accidental death of the entire Doumyoji clan to the last degree." He paused for health as he studied the profile of his cousin who, for all intents and purposes, still looked calm. "As you know, both IVF and artificial insemination solve only the problem of the sperm not reaching the egg, therefore not allowing fertilization to occur. Not every problem of being unable to conceive is such." A deep breath as he absently waved a hand at the direction of the bed. "As the case of Tsukushi, he said in a rush, sensing when Rui open his mouth to speak, "You know of the research now being done in Switzerland, since you finance it, allowing a zygote to actually develop into a fetus and eventually into full grown baby, without having to be in the mother's womb." At Rui's nod, he continued. "You are also aware that we have been successful of 4,experiments, out of 4 that we have conducted." He continued to watch the other man's reaction Rui just nodded. Muraki nodded to himself, satisfied.

"But of course, Rui, before any of these can take place the

presence of a father is required." Muraki said softly a smile forming at the corner of his lips. Even though the latest experiments proved to be 100 successful, the subjects were not in even the most remote of the ways human. Unless you count a guinea pig, a rodent, a canine, and a feline, human. Using this for the first time, on the woman loved by his cousin and is wife to one of the most powerful men in Asia, if not the whole world, would be like walking into his own death—both professional and personal. 'When it fails.' If a success, at most, his cousin would not kill him—but Doumyoji Tsubasa, even when alone is a force to reckon with.

"I said I would give Tsukushi a child, did I not?" The still calmly spoken statement broke through Muraki's rather morbid thoughts of his death. The other blinked once he met the eyes of his cousin. Like ice, clear, cold, and precise. Muraki's own eyes widened as realization dawned, and Hanazawa Rui continued. "Then I will give her a child."

"My God, Rui." Takani Muraki started as his knees threatened to give up on him, "Why didn't you marry her?"

At that Rui gave a slight shrug as regret show through his eyes. "I thought I was making her happy."