Series: Division of Destiny||Story: Taken and Kept
Characters: Sora, Mimi, Miyako||Ship: Sora/Mimi/Miyako
Chapters: 6-7||Words: 500||Story: 3,000
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.


Sora ran the brush through Miyako's still-damp hair with the greatest of caution, not wanting to cause their new plaything any pain: at least not at the moment.

Miyako sat with her hands held out in front of her, Mimi's slender fingers wrapped around her wrists, keeping her in place. Neither Mimi nor Sora had any illusions about Miyako's willingness to be there with them, and while neither of them wanted to chain her down, she needed to be kept from running off while they took care of her.

"I didn't think human hair came in purple, actually. But it is lovely," Sora mused. Miyako spoke the truth earlier; all of her hair was the same shade. What could be found on her arms and legs was much paler than what was on her head, but when one took a careful look, it was the same color, just a different shade.

Miyako shrugged, a small pout on her lips. "Born like it." She sealed her lips a heartbeat later, obviously not wanting to speak anything more of it.

Sora let it slide; it was only mild curiosity that led her to ask in the first place. She'd seen stranger things since the day she'd first stepped into the Digital World. It did make her wonder if somehow or other, Digimon blood flowed through Miyako's veins.

Is that even possible? Sora decided she would ask their master one day. So far as she knew it wasn't, but it could be interesting to find out.

For now, she brushed Miyako's hair as it dried, dropping occasional kisses on the back of their pet's neck, enjoying the way that the human tried to twist away from the contact. Mimi's grip didn't let her do that, though, and Sora helped by sliding her free arm around Miyako's waist.

"I don't think there's room enough in a coffin for three," Miyako grumbled, not ceasing her efforts to move, and not having any success. Sora kept her grip firm but not harmful, still brushing.

"It won't have to be. Sleeping in a coffin isn't mandatory. It's just useful to keep away the sunlight," Sora told her. "We have a lovely suite of rooms that don't have any windows. You're going to be very happy living with us."

"And if I'm not?" Miyako all but spat the words out. Sora tapped her on the back of her neck.

"Watch yourself. And you will be." Sora found a tangle as she brushed and tendered attention to getting it out without hurting Miyako. "We'll teach you to be if you need it."

"That's not very reassuring."

Mimi tapped Miyako's wrists now. "Would you rather be happy with us or miserable down in the feeding pens? That is your fate if we so choose it. You could be prey for the whole pack."

"Which means Vamdemon-sama. He always catches the prey in the end." Sora sighed. "But think on it. Condemned to us forever? Or brought down by the master?"

To Be Continued

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