Series: Division of Destiny||Title: Broken Ties
Characters: Sora, Piyomon (mentioned)
Chapters: 1-1||Words: 573
Genre: Angst||Rated: PG
Prompt: Takenouchi Sora Week 2022, day #1, Piyomon
Notes: This takes place in my AU of Division of Destiny, so Sora, Taichi, Mimi, and Jou were all turned to vampires by Vamdemon, while Hikari is his captive and Takeru, Yamato, and Koushiro are growing up with Piemon in the Digital World. That should be what you need to know for this.
Summary: It's been years since what happened. Sora takes a moment from her duties to remember the one who'd once been beside her.
Sora ran a hand down the side of the egg. Most of the time she never bothered to come here. There wasn't any need for it. Her only needs were for blood and to obey her master. But sometimes - very rarely - she did something merely because it occurred to her to. Because some vague part of her wanted a tiny flicker of pleasure that couldn't be gained from sinking her fangs into someone and taking everything that she could.
So here she stood in the room that safely kept four eggs away from all harm and tried to remember days long gone. To remember the touch of the sun on her skin and the voice of her partner. The last thing she'd ever heard Piyomon say had been her own name.
I'm sorry, she thought, though she wasn't sure if she was. If there had been anything human left of her other than her form and memories, she might well have been. She might have been far more than sorry - she would have been devastated at what her own errors had cost herself, her partner, and two worlds. This macabre life hadn't been what she wanted.
If she'd not been seen - if Vamdemon hadn't decided to feed on her - then she wouldn't be here now and Piyomon wouldn't be in the egg. She would be - grown, not sealed into the body of an eleven year old, with the mind of a hunter and some might say without a shred of a soul. She would be different. But she would not be herself. She'd not be part of Vamdemon-sama's pack. She'd not have people who feared the very fact of her existence, let alone her presence when she went out on the hunt.
I don't know who I'd be. But it doesn't matter. These moments came rarely and never stayed long when they did come. If she tried with all of her effort, she could remember the joy that had filled her when she saw Piyomon evolve for the first time. To think that such a creature wanted to protect her.
But she didn't need protection now and Piyomon hadn't been able to do it when the most important moment came. It was because of her own foolishness and Piyomon's lack of strength - the fact that she couldn't evolve farther, Crest or no Crest, and the fact she wasn't capable of loving and never had been that led to where she was now. She would pay for all of that for the rest of her existence.
Not me. Gennai. He's the one who decided I was grunion to be a Chosen Child. That's what led to this. She pulled her hand away from the egg, not wanting to harm it. There was very little life in it – she didn't know if it would ever hatch and doubted it. Once away from the egg, though, her fingers tightened, sharp nails digging into her palms. There hadn't been any indication from the Digital World that they'd even had more than the barest signs of Gennai, but she knew that would change, sooner or later.
When it did, there would be so much blood, and the pack would bathe in it until they could do so no more.
But now, more important tasks called for her attention, and she couldn't stand here all night with useless memories of her past.
The End
Notes: I feel I will enjoy this week. I have Plans! (But don't I always?)