Series: Division of Destiny||Story: Taken and Kept
Characters: Sora, Mimi, Miyako||Ship: Sora/Mimi/Miyako
Chapters: 3-7||Words: 500||Story: 1,500
Genre: Supernatural, Romance||Rated: PG-13
Notes: This is set in the world of Reign of the Undead King. What you need to know is that the Chosen were defeated by Vamdemon in season one, Vamdemon now rules Earth, and has turned Taichi, Sora, Mimi, and Jou into vampires. Yamato, Koushirou, and Takeru live in the Digital World and serve Piemon and the Dark Masters. The 02 Chosen, plus a few extras, and Hikari are a resistance (Hikari only recently joined, for reasons that may be found in Reign itself). Mimi and Sora want Miyako. This may not happen in the official sequel I plan on writing but it's something I've wanted to do anyway. So, I'm doing it.
Warnings: Non-consensual touching, holding, kissing. Abduction.
Summary: Miyako knows that Sora and Mimi want her. She doesn't want them. Do they care? Not in the slightest.
Miyako knew about hot water. She'd not lied; she had bathed in it, and on a fairly regular basis. The rebellion went to a lot of effort to make sure no stray odors leaked out from their various bases. Vampires could hunt by scent or sight and it would be riduculous to hide from their eyes and yet be exposed to their noses.
But she hadn't in her life seen a bathroom like the one Mimi and Sora brought her to.
White porcelain and marble everywhere, with only a few light touches of pale pink or rose gold in the fixtures. Rugs scattered here and there were of thick plush and as white as snow, the kind of white that meant someone had to wash them at least twice a week and beat the dust out of them twice a day.
In the center of the bathroom itself rested a sunken tub, large enough for five people, let alone three, and brimful of steaming hot water. Dusty blue towels rested in easy reach of the tub, along with a tall, fluted glass of some pale liquid that didn't quite smell like water to Miyako.
"What is that?" At least it wasn't blood. She would've recognized that. She hoped.
Mimi ran her fingers through Miyako's long hair. "Something to help you relax and enjoy yourself. It won't hurt you. We wouldn't do that to you."
"Because you want to drink my blood." Miyako wasn't stupid by any means. They hadn't made a secret out of what they wanted her for anyway.
"Of course." Sora shrugged. "Now, get ready for your bath. We're going to take very good care of you. You won't have any complaints when we're done."
Miyako sincerely doubted that. She had a complaint just by the fact she was there in the first place. But arguing about it would likely as not end up with her being mind-controlled into doing what they wanted her to anyway. If she could have nothing else, she would have her own mind throughout all of this.
There was one advantage to this situation that she could find: every time she'd taken a bath in resistance headquarters, she'd usually had to hurry and couldn't soak nearly as long as she wanted to. Scrub in and scrub out, that was the way of it. She only got to stay a bit longer than most because of having to wash her hair, and more than once someone had suggested she cut it in order to reduce her time.
But here she could take as long as she wanted. Or rather, as long as Sora and Mimi wanted, and from the way Mimi kept an eye on her hair, Miyako rather thought that they would want to take a long, long time.
"Is that natural?" Mimi suddenly wanted to know, touching one strand of it. It sounded so much like a perfectly human question that Miyako could only stare before she laughed.
"Every bit of it."
To Be Continued
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