Series: Division of Destiny||Story: Taken and Kept
Characters: Sora, Mimi, Miyako||Ship: Sora/Mimi/Miyako
Chapters: 7-7||Words: 500||Story: 3,500
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 remained on her knees, her wrists chained behind her, head bowed. Mistress Sora and Mistress Mimi told her to remain here while they spoke to Vamdemon-sama and she wouldn't disobey them.

She couldn't disobey them. In the two years since they'd taken her, her rebellions had been few and far between, mostly because in the beginning she'd held hope of rescue and believed if they were pleased with her, she'd be able to get away.

She knew better now. What they took, they kept, and they'd kept her all along.

She'd been well-cared for. She'd grown some, but now was paler than she'd been, given all the time they'd taken her blood. It was their right, she reminded herself. She belonged to them.

No footsteps heralded the approach, but the door in front of her opened, and Vamdemon stood there, Mistress Sora and Mistress Mimi two steps in his wake. He stared down at her, then to them.

"She's been a good slave to you?"

"Yes, Vamdemon-sama. We believe that she deserves this honor," Mistress Sora spoke. Miyako tried not to shiver in anticipation. They'd told her what they were going to ask of him. They weren't allowed to turn anyone; it was always Vamdemon-sama's right to increase the pack.

The lead vampire gave her another look. Miyako felt more than saw it, as she kept her attention on the floor. Whatever she might be, she was a slave now, and that meant showing respect to her betters.

Vamdemon tilted up her head and stared into her eyes. She couldn't remember the last time she'd actually looked at someone else. Then he nodded.

"Very well."

With no more than that he turned her head to the side and sank his fangs into her neck with lightning-quick speed. Hands seized onto her own and she recognized them as Mistress Sora and Mistress Mimi.

They held her until he took the last of her blood and fed her his own, as the candlelight faded and the shadows closed in, and she heard their whispers that they'd be there when she came back.


Her eyes opened. Her fangs itched in her mouth. She shifted, flexing her fingers.

No more chains. She lay in a familiar and comfortable bed.

"I'm hungry," she murmured. "Really hungry..."

"Don't worry," said a voice she knew: Mimi. "We have dinner for you."

Miyako slowly sat up and blinked, staring into a pair of familiar green eyes. Then she smiled, and those eyes grew wider with horror and fear.

Iori couldn't speak; they'd gagged him, but left his neck bare for her. Sora rested a hand on her shoulder.

"Go ahead. He's all ready for you."

Miyako's craving for blood couldn't be denied. She buried her fangs in his neck, sensing her mates' approval as she did. She looked forward to getting to know them like this.

She wondered if she should share her dinner. It would only be polite.

Perhaps another time. When she wasn't so hungry.

The End

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