"Unholy Matrimony"

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Title: “Unholy Matrimony”
Author: Trinity
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Rating: R
Warnings: Domestic Violence, marital rape, abortion, and violence
Summary: Given the lengths Taiga went to in order to marry Suzuki Mio’s bastard daughter, Sakomi, who inherited the powers of the Fangire Queen, one would assume he’d treat her better. One would be very much wrong. Angered by Sakomi falling in love with a Wolfen Crown Prince, he forced Bishop, Sakomi’s father, to agree to the marriage and then proceeds to make every single second of it as miserable for Sakomi as possible.



If there was a hell, Suzuki Sakomi was absolutely convinced that she was living in it. In fact, she was so convinced, that she was willing to die to escape it. Even the fire and brimstone hell the Christians talked about would be better than her living hell… and at the very least, she would be free from the tyrannical rule of her “husband”, the Fangire King, Nobori Taiga. Although, as far as her broken heart was concerned, she would never truly be free.

The closest she’d come was with her lover, a Wolfen Crown Prince, Fujimori Satoru. Sakomi was even willing to abdicate her birthright, her right to the powers of the Fangire Queen, in order to marry the man she loved with all her heart, but then, Satoru’s life was brutally taken from him and Sakomi found herself in an unenviable position: either marry the Fangire King or lose her powers.

And if Sakomi was forcibly stripped of her title and branded a traitor, she would never have a moment of peace again. She knew full well the fate of one of her predecessors, Maya, who was barely alive, having lost everything since her powers were taken… including an eye. She had no choice and despite her father’s protests, she agreed.

…Life didn’t get much better for her after that. Despite the best intentions of her father, the Checkmate Four’s Bishop, and her bodyguard, the Checkmate Four’s Rook, also known as Sakurai, Taiga was bound and determined to make every second of their marriage as nightmarish as possible. Taiga was a selfish, spoiled, and entitled little brat, as far as Sakomi was concerned and he only hated her and her mother, Mio, because both of them had no desire to be his Queens and were in love with other men. So, as was typical for such a brat, he treated them poorly out of pure jealousy.

Unfortunately for Sakomi, his jealousy was accompanied by almost deadly fits of rage and violence that would often leave her bleeding on the floor and in pain. And when he wasn’t trying to hit her, he was “declaring his right to her body”, once when Sakurai had been forced to watch and then put Taiga in a black fur coat.

Just to twist the knife, as Sakomi lay in bed, in shock, Taiga coldly informed her that Satoru made a better coat than a trophy, indicating the coat he wore. How she didn’t kill herself after that, she’d never know.

For Bishop watching his daughter be treated as though she were little more than an animal was incredibly painful. No father should have to witness his daughter’s spirit being broken and her body being battered until she could no longer move.

“I have betrayed you.” Bishop murmured one afternoon as he tended to his daughter’s wounds. “I should never had allowed this marriage to happen…”

“He gave us no choice.” Sakomi murmured hollowly. “It was either become his bride or lose my powers. I should have just thrown myself off a cliff.” As Bishop wiped off dried blood from her face, she turned her head to look at her and he noticed that her eyes seemed almost dead. “I hate him. I hate that insolent, selfish brat!”

In those eyes, he couldn’t see a trace of the vibrant, beautiful daughter he loved so much. Instead, there was just a damaged shell, just trying to survive. Carefully, he put a bandage over a cut and sighed. “Sakomi…”

Just then, Taiga entered the room, looking enraged as he usually did. “What is your father doing here? I told you that you are not to see him unless I give you permission!”

“She’s the QUEEN.” Bishop spat, knowing that if Taiga launched at her, Sakomi had no way of fighting him. In addition to violating her body and breaking her spirit, he’d also drained her powers almost completely, leaving her very weak. “She doesn’t have to have approval to see me. I’m the Bishop. I do as I like.”

“Not with my wife, you don’t. The last time I let you do that, you wound up with my bastard daughter bride. A worthless creature, she is.”

Bishop had to force himself not to get nearly as angry as he felt. “The Queen is injured. I was tending to her wounds.”

“Leave.” Taiga spat. “Don’t make me ask again.”

Having no choice but to obey, Bishop took his supplies and left the room. Sakomi looked down at her feet.

“You should be thanking me.” Taiga spat at Sakomi. “I had the option of having you killed. Instead I let you live.”

“Some life.” Sakomi muttered. “I’d rather be dead.”

He slapped her, sending her body reeling. “I can arrange that… but I can’t promise it’ll be quick.”

Taiga’s brutality was a harsh contrast to Satoru’s loving touch.

“What have I done to deserve your hate?” Sakomi asked, not facing him. “For all the effort you put into making me your wife, I thought I would get kinder treatment.”

“If you hadn’t whored yourself out to a scruffy Wolfen, perhaps I would like you more.” Taiga spat. “Now, clean yourself up. We have a dinner to attend and you must look something resembling respectable. That may be hard for a worthless whore to understand, but attempt it.”

He turned on his heel and left Sakomi alone in the bedroom. Once he left, Sakomi wept.

Once she was cleaned up, made up and looked more like the Queen she was, Sakomi sat alone in her bedroom, staring in the mirror at her sad reflection. Her face had been carefully made up to hide bruises and scars and cuts and as she finished her makeup, the door opened.

“Queen.” It was the Rook, Sakurai, Sakomi’s bodyguard and confidante. When Rook had returned to the Checkmate Four, Bishop had made him swear loyalty not to Taiga, but to Sakomi. “The King sends his regrets.”

“Of course he does.” Sakomi spat, throwing a brush aside. “Which one of his whores is he taking in my place?”

“A new one.” Sakurai had to duck to avoid the bottle of perfume thrown at his head. “Queen…”

“I hate him.” Sakomi murmured. “I would rather be dead than be his wife!”

“Queen, please, you must calm down!”

“I will NOT!” Sakomi shouted. “I am sick of him! I am sick of being treated as though I am worthless! I am not! I hate him!” Her anger had finally reached a point where she could take no more. “He has no right to me or to my body, the selfish brat. And then, when he’s not publicly humiliating me directly, he flaunts around with his whores and then beats me when I’m not pregnant. I would sooner die than sleep with him. I will kill myself before I ever give him an heir!”

“Or attempt to…” Sakurai winced. The one time Sakomi had become pregnant, with the son Taiga desired, Sakomi had done something horrible to rid herself of the demon inside her. “Sakomi, please…”

“All this trouble he went to in order to force me to be his wife and this is how he treats me?”

“If it’s any consolation, he doesn’t treat his whores any better.”

It was little consolation to Sakomi, who ordered Sakurai out of her room before lying on the bed and crying. She did not leave her apartment for days and finally, fatherly concern got the better of him. Defying his King, Bishop went to see his daughter.

What he saw once he went into her bedroom shocked him.

The first thing he saw was dark blue blood, almost the color of ink. It was everywhere. All over the walls, the floor, the furniture… just everywhere. It looked like someone had been murdered in there. Panicked, Bishop pushed open the door.

“Sakomi, are you all right?!” If Taiga had killed her, Bishop was going to end him and that was that.

Sakomi let out some noise and Bishop came into the room, his mouth falling open.

The bedroom, the night table, the furniture, the sheets, and Sakomi herself were all covered in blood. Sakomi was holding a knife and there was something indescribable on the bed in front of her. She was weeping and screaming gibberish, making a ruckus about a demon.

Upon a closer inspection, Bishop was horrified to realize that the thing on the bed… was a fetus. Sakomi had been pregnant!

Bishop covered his mouth in shock.

“I couldn’t!” Sakomi wailed, finally being able to make sense. “I couldn’t give birth to a demon! No! Not ever! If I give him an heir, he will have me slaughtered!”

“You were pregnant?” Bishop asked, forcing his voice to work.

“If I give Taiga the son he desires, he will kill me.” Sakomi wept. “I will be of no more use to him and he’ll have me slaughtered and my body put on display. I… I don’t want to die!”

Bishop wasn’t sure what shocked him more: the fact that Sakomi had basically aborted her own child in a horrific fashion or that she had become so terrorized by Taiga that she was willing to go to incredible lengths to keep him from trying to kill her. But he knew that no matter what, Taiga would still hurt Sakomi and if he did in fact, gain a son from her, he would have her killed.

“Once she gives me a son, an heir, she will be of no more use to me.” Taiga had once said. “I’ll just get rid of her and marry another.”

Sakomi wept. “Dad… I… I’m sorry…”

“You have NOTHING to be sorry about.” Taking off his coat and placing it over his grandchild, he gathered his daughter in his arms. “None of this is your fault.”

“I’m a shameless whore!” Sakomi cried, weeping into her father’s body. “If I had only done what I was told, I wouldn’t be in this mess!”

Bishop knew it wasn’t true. Taiga would have treated her just as poorly even if Satoru had never existed.

“Stop listening to Taiga.” Bishop murmured. “Everything he says to you and about you, is a lie. He enjoys beating you down so badly because he knows he can get away with it. Who else but I would protect the Queen?” It killed Bishop to see his daughter so broken.

Sakomi just sobbed into her father’s shoulders, completely unsure of how to deal with the hand life had dealt her.

How Taiga found out about her aborted pregnancy, Sakomi never knew, but she figured he was spying on her or something. All she was fully aware of was Taiga coming into her apartment, grabbing her by the hair and slamming her into the wall.

“How DARE you!” He yelled as Sakomi fought to stay standing. “You should be HONORED to carry my children, you selfish whore! You have no right…”

“It’s not your uterus I’m carrying them in. It’s still my body.” Sakomi spat, blood ripping from her nose. “You have NO right to tell me what to do with MY body.”

“YOU BELONG TO ME, YOU STUPID BITCH!” Taiga hit her with such force that she went into the couch and moved to hit her again when suddenly the Lion Fangire came charging into the room and sent Taiga flying across the room.

“She is not your property!” It was Sakurai, the Rook. “You have no right to treat her the way you do!”

“I AM KING! I ANSWER TO NO ONE!” Taiga pulled off his glove and was about to attack Sakomi when he was lifted off the ground by a large, wolf-shaped thing that stared him right into the eyes.

“Now you will answer to God.” The wolf hissed. “How dare you. How DARE you treat my Sakomi this way. How dare you terrorize her and beat her and cheat on her and violate her. How DARE you call yourself King. You are nothing but trash and if your mother could see you now, she’d want to kill herself for allowing you to run wild.”

“Put me down, you cur!” Taiga kicked and screamed.

Snorting, the wolf tossed Taiga into the wall, causing a nice sized dent and Taiga became unconscious. “As you wish.”

Sakomi just sat there, bleeding and staring as Sakurai helped her to her feet. She fell a moment or two later, her ankle being twisted, whimpering and in pain.

The wolf crouched down and looked her in the eyes. “You’re hurt.”

“I’m always hurt.” Sakomi murmured. She stared into the face for a moment, taking in fierce red eyes against midnight black fur. “Do I… do I know you?”

“You… you don’t recognize me?” The voice, hollowed and rough, sounded sad.

“Should I?” Sakomi asked.

The wolf reached out to her, noting how she flinched a little bit before he touched her cheek, running a clawed hand along her face and in her hair. “You should…” Just as he said that, the clawed hand became a human hand and Sakomi recognized the warmth.

“Satoru…”

The rest of the wolf became Satoru’s familiar shape and he smiled. “My love. I’m so sorry.” He examined Sakomi’s wounds, old scars and bruises, fresh ones, burning handprints, a black eye and a scar across what he could see of her stomach. Seeing the woman he loved so much hurt so badly made the anger in him flare. “I should have protected you from his madness.”

Sakomi was confused. Satoru had died… hadn’t he?

Without saying another word, Satoru gathered her up in his arms and swept her off her feet. “It’s all right now. I’m here.”

“Where…where…”

“I’ve been recovering. Your mother’s power left me near death and badly wounded. I had to let you think I was dead so Dad could take me where I could heal. Then your father came looking for me and he told me everything and the more he spoke, the angrier I got.” Satoru sighed. “You… you didn’t deserve this. Any of it.”

Sakomi just curled up into Satoru’s arms and wept softly. “Satoru…”

“Hush.” He murmured. “I’ll take care of you. You’re safe now.”

Jut as they were about to leave, Taiga got up and knocked Satoru away from Sakomi, who landed on the floor, injured and spraining her wrist.

Taiga went on the rampage, trying to do is best to do what he had failed to get someone else to do for him. “You can have your whore when I say you can, which would be never! I will see you dead before I let you touch her!”

“You don’t deserve her! You beat her and you break her down until she feels as though she is worthless! Sakomi is not worthless!” Satoru spat as he charged Taiga, prepared to kill him before he let him beat Sakomi again. “She is miserable, just like your mother and you enjoy it! You sick bastard. I will see you dead before I let you hurt her again!”

Just as Taiga decided to launch himself at Satoru, he let out a half gasp and a moan as something shoved its way through his chest. It was a blood red hand, with long claws and it suddenly was holding a bloody looking organ in its grasp. Taiga let out a choked gasp and then his body shattered into pieces.

Standing behind what had been Taiga, in her Queen form, was Sakomi. Satoru and Sakurai could hear a strangled cry rise from her throat as she dropped what was assumed to be Taiga’s heart and became her human form. Her body was still badly wounded and she could barely stand. She was about to collapse when Sakurai rushed to her side.

“Queen!” Sakurai cried.

Sakomi said nothing; she just began to cry harder, her voice unable to work and her body so sore that she couldn’t move. Sakurai, who had long carried a torch for his Queen, held her close and let her cry until Satoru came to embrace and soothe her.

The nightmarish marriage was finally over.

Fujimori Jiro, the Wolfen King and his wife, Fujimori Yuri, the Wolfen Queen, Satoru’s parents, lived up in the mountains, preferring an area that spoke to their Wolfen roots. It was there that Satoru brought the wounded Fangire Queen.

“Poor girl.” Yuri murmured as she took on the task of cleaning Sakomi’s wounds and tending to her healing. “She looks like she was beaten within an inch of her life.”

“She was.” Satoru remarked. “Regularly.”

Sakomi had fallen unconscious by the time they reached the Fujimori home and didn’t wake up at all as Yuri tended to her. Yuri snorted angrily. “No better than that father of his.” Yuri did not think much of men who resorted to beating women, often calling them the “lowest of the low”. “He treated his Queen no better.”

“Yuri, save your anger…” Jiro tried to soothe his wife as she managed to put Sakomi’s ankle in ice. “Taiga is dead now. He will be no more trouble.”

“The fact that he was ALLOWED to do this… Sakomi’s father… how could he stand by and watch?!” Yuri almost yelled, her frustration at its peak.

“Because her father is Bishop.” Jiro understood Bishop’s dilemma perfectly well. They’d discussed it when Bishop came looking for Satoru so they could free Sakomi. “Taiga threatened Bishop with death or the loss of his powers if he rose against Taiga. He was caught in an unenviable position. “

“Some father!”

“Yuri!” Jiro’s tone was harsher than he intended it to be. “He had no choice. Believe that and me when I say that if Bishop had tried to do anything, he would be stripped of his powers, if not killed would have left Sakomi unprotected. That’s something no man would want for his child. “

“There is always a choice!”

“Not when it comes to King, there isn’t.” Bishop had come to see his daughter, having been told where to go by Sakurai. “I came to find your son because I knew he could save Sakomi in a way I never could. How do you think I feel, Yuri-sama? I had to stand by and watch my daughter be abused and violated and I could say nothing for fear of losing her. She is all I have left in the world… my only family.”

“You are her FATHER!” Yuri’s eyes flared gold. “And you let her be treated this way?”

“Clearly, you have no idea what King is like.” Bishop murmured.

“And clearly, you don’t know how to parent your child.” Yuri snapped.

“Yuri…” Jiro warned.

“LOOK AT HER!” Yuri yelled, causing Bishop’s markings to flare. “You might as well have beaten her yourself for all the good you did! She is your child and you and Mio… both of you failed her!”

“DON’T TALK ABOUT MIO THAT WAY!” Yuri had hit a nerve and Bishop had to force himself not to lash out. “She gave her life to protect her daughter!” He inhaled. “Mio saved Satoru’s life by making everyone believe that he was dead, only to bring him to his father so he could heal. For that, she lost her life. Mio never failed Sakomi. It was no one’s fault that things turned out so badly. But if it weren’t for me finding your son, I would have lost my only daughter. How do you think I have felt all this time, Yuri-sama? Don’t you think I wanted to stop this? If I did say anything, King threatened me. I have been Bishop for over a thousand years… I know no other life. All I could do was find her a way out.”

“You. Had. A. CHOICE.”

“THERE WAS NO CHOICE!” Bishop yelled. “Don’t you understand? The choice was to lose my powers or lose my daughter.”

When Yuri slapped him, Jiro pulled her away from the older Fangire. “Yuri, stop it. This was nit his fault.”

“If I had ANY say in this…” Yuri got out before Jiro hoisted her over his shoulder and took her out of the room.

Bishop was left alone to stare at a wounded Sakomi. He saw this scene play out over and over again, over a thousand years… Kings with no hearts choosing to assert themselves by beating their Queens. He had watched it happen to Maya over and over again and to all the Queens before her and while he did try to act, he was told he knew nothing. Yuri was right. As a father… Bishop had failed Sakomi just like he failed Mio.

Suddenly, a very soft voice broke the silence. “Bitch.”

Bishop turned his head to see Sakomi crack open one eye.

“That’s no way to talk to someone who just bandaged your wounds, dearest.” Bishop chided.

“She had no right to speak to you that way.”

“Yuri-sama was just upset. And she was right.” Bishop came to wash some of the dried blood off Sakomi’s face. “I… as your father… I should have protected you. I did have a choice.”

Sakomi said nothing. “I still love you, Daddy.” She whispered after a moment. “You did the best that you could and you never let him kill me. For me, that’s enough.” Struggling to sit herself up, Sakomi put her arms around her father and enveloped him in a warm hug.

Bishop, overcome with emotion, emotions he’d rarely let himself feel, hugged Sakomi as hard as he could. His eyes grew wet with tears and he sighed softly. He still had Sakomi. He’d gone as far as he could to ensure that he still had her.

Just then, they heard a small cough and Sakomi looked over her father’s shoulder to see Satoru standing there in the doorway.

“Sorry about my mom.” He murmured.

“It’s all right.” Bishop kissed Sakomi’s forehead. “You rest now. I’ll just go sit outside and leave you two alone. “

Satoru came to Sakomi’s side and knelt by her, taking her hand in his own. “Sakomi…” He murmured, running his hand through her hair. “Are you all right?”

“I will be… eventually.” His touch felt good. “Your mother is a natural healer. Perhaps she should have been a nurse instead of a Fangire huntress.”

“I’m sorry about her and your dad.” Satoru repeated. “I had no idea she was going to go off like that. I mean, who does stuff like that?”

“Your mother doesn’t like men who beat on women.” Sakomi replied. “And she thought my Dad didn’t care about me.”

“She clearly knows nothing of Fangire politics.” Satoru muttered.

“Don’t be unkind.” Sakomi chided. “So, Mom faked your death and brought you here?”

“She couldn’t kill me. Mio-sama… her heart was pure and kind, so she brought me back to my parents where I could heal and be safe. She did all this knowing she would be killed if she were discovered…because she loved you, Sakomi. She could not bring herself to destroy me.” Satoru sighed. “If I had known what that miserable husband of yours would do if he found Mio-sama, I would have saved her.” A pause. “How did he… how did he get your father to agree to let him marry you, anyway? I know that your father HAD to have known about Taiga’s… violent side.”

“Force.” Sakomi replied. “Taiga LOVES to blackmail those who want to rise against him, especially my Dad. Dad has been in his position for well over a thousand years, but he has never truly felt secure in it, especially once Taiga put his eyes on me.”

“What a goddamn brat.” Satoru spat. “Well, now you’re free of him.”

“Somewhat.” Sakomi thought of the lingering scars she had, inside and out. “Why… why were you hiding from me? I... thought about you night and day and worried I would never see you again. You… you should have come to see me.”

“I wanted to, my love, I so wanted to…” Satoru’s tone was sad. “But…your father was worried that if Taiga found out I wasn’t dead, he’d take it out on you. Your father was never passive about what he saw. He did his best to keep you alive. If you’d died too, it would have killed him.” A pause. “And also, he was concerned that if Taiga found me alive, he’d kill me and skin me alive… and make you watch.”

“Taiga has no humanity to speak of.” Sakomi muttered. “Most Fangire are nowhere near as depraved as he was.”

“You ripped his heart out.”

“I was more or less surprised there was anything to rip out.” Sakomi remarked, sinking into the couch. “I can’t believe it though… I killed the Fangire King… I’m free of my nightmare…. I don’t know what to do
next. I never thought I would be free.”

Satoru smiled and Sakomi’s heart expanded in her chest. “Oh, well, Sakomi… now that you’re no longer married, I do have an idea of what your first act as a free woman should be…”

The first kiss Sakomi and Satoru shared as husband and wife was the sweetest kiss Sakomi had ever felt in her entire life. Never before had she felt so alive, so warm with happiness and at last… whole. For a whole series of moments after the kiss, she was only aware of her new husband, whose eyes shone with love.

Suddenly, there was clapping and cheering from Megumi, Satoru’s older sister and Satoru’s parents. Bishop was standing off to the side quietly, tears in his eyes.

It was the fastest wedding ever, but after being trapped in a marriage she didn’t want, Sakomi was in a hurry to continue on to her true love.

Satoru smiled. “I love you, Sakomi.” His words made her heart swell with love as he swept her up into his arms and carried her off to the carriage that awaited them.

Perfectly content in his arms, Sakomi blew a kiss over his shoulder to her father, who was wiping his eyes with his scarf. Bishop smiled warmly as Satoru placed Sakomi gently in the carriage and joined the small crowd waving as the horses clopped away.

Sakomi waved until the group was gone from sight and then threw away the ring Taiga had given her. She curled into Satoru and smiled, dreaming of a new life with him.

…and they lived happily ever after.