A/N: Hello there. Okay, so this isn't really a pairing per say, well not a romantic one at least but it is a pairing. It focuses on the what-if: What if T.K. failed to save Kari from Dragomon's clutches? It is written for both the What-if Challenge and the Pairing Diversity Boot Camp using the prompt 'Stolen'. This is also a small gift to my friend Zero Slash One, because I need distraction from studying and because he likes Kari/Dragomon. At the moment, it is a drabble but it can become a larger fic, if the fic is well-liked.
Kari's breath hitched with every breath she took being shaky as Dragomon's power seemed to overwhelm her. She was currently in the clutches of the Undersea Master and wished she were anywhere but here. It had been three years since she had been trapped, since she had been called to the Dark Ocean. Since T.K. and Angewomon had been unable to rescue her from the Deep Ones' plan. She tried to move but her body felt numb, every time one of Dragomon's tentacles seemed to touch her nude body. Blood dripped down her legs and it was all she could do not to scream. Because Dragomon didn't like to hear her scream, he liked to hear her moan and whimper for him, beg him to continue. And she did, not because she wanted to but because the power of the darkness washed over her. It made her unable to resist even when she wanted to.
It made her feel it. Her energy slowly withering away. Sometimes she wondered if she was dying because nothing seemed to hurt her anymore. Her wounds would bleed but there was no stinging or pain. Dragomon would thrust his tentacles inside her. At first, she screamed and begged him to release her, to not steal everything, her body, her mind and her very existence. But as the days passed, her screams died in her throat. She realised no one was coming for her. They had failed, they had failed to save her, she knew that or they had given. She didn't know which one at the moment. T.K. had broken his promise to Sora to always protect her. She knew he hadn't meant to, but Dragomon hadn't given him a choice. Even Tai had forgotten and by now, even if they were searching, it was much too late.
Queen Kari. That was what the Deep Ones called her, bowing to her repeatedly, knowing she now carried the Heir of Darkness within her stomach. Light had died away somewhere so long ago. She had accepted her place as their Queen, simply because there was no other way. Dragomon had become more gentle now, once she had accepted her rightful place.
"Are you ready my Queen?" Dragomon asked. A nod was all Kari gave. She knew what she needed to be ready for. Darkness needed to spread, through her and her child. She was ready and she knew there was plenty of darkness for her to spread out. It had come straight from the vessel she had once called a heart.