Title: Controlled Destiny
Chapter: One

Summary: A young girl's life gets turned upsidedown when she uncovers hidden family secrets and discovers what her destiny is. This picks up roughly five years after Digimon Frontier.

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. I do own this story and all of the characters that are not owned by Digimon, so ask before you use any ideas or characters. If you do copy without permission, I will report you and you'll be screwed - have a nice day.

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"Oh God!" cried a woman who was gripping the steering wheel of the car. "H-hang on honey...just...hang on," she said worriedly, stealing a glance at her daughter whose deep blue eyes were opened wide. Their car was spinning out of control, heading straight for the edge of the road where a steep drop met a iced-over lake. As the car neared the edge of the road, the woman shut her eyes tightly.

"I love you honey," she said before both her and her daughter started screaming when the car seemingly heaved itself over the edge. The car plunged front-end first towards the depths of the lake. Arms of both females flew up to block their face as the car made contact with ice and liquid. The windshield gave way, and the rush of frigid water forced the glass at the passengers.

The woman's eyes had opened wide when the temperature of the water hit her heated body. The last thing she saw, before seeing darkness was the rush of water and clear shards of ice and glass heading straight for her. The last thing she heard before hearing nothing at all was her daughter crying, "I love you too mom!"

The girl felt a sharp pain in the back of her hand and in her side. The coldness of the water hitting her body chilled her and made her more aware as to how badly she needed to get out. Lowering her arms, she squinted her eyes as her hands clumsily fumbled with the seatbelt. Looking over at her mom where a red tint was gathering, she gasped, taking in some water and coughing as air escaped her lungs. Shaking her mom, she had no luck in waking her up, and was about to take a deep breath to end her life when the car started to flip in the water as it made creaking sounds. Getting nervous and feeling her lungs aching from having too little air, she found the strength in her to force her door open and push away from the car, swimming up towards the light.

Her hands hit a solid barrier and her fists began to pound it. Panic was starting to take over her mind and body, her fists and arms thrashing against the ice. She felt air escaping her body every second, her chest and throat beginning to throb intensely. About to give up, she heard yelling from up above and glanced around, seeing a darkened spot. Swimming towards it, she found the opening in the ice and emerged from the water, gasping for air and grabbing hold of the edge of the ice. As her lungs refilled themselves, she shivered and looked up at where cars were stopped on the bridge and road, people looking down at the spot where the car crashed.

Pulling her tired body out of the water, she felt herself losing consciousness. Her vision blurred and the yelling became fuzzed. She staggered around on the ice as she tried to walk towards the bridge, but she fell, hearing sirens in the distance. Her lids felt heavy as they slowly covered her deep blue eyes, her mother's face being the last thing on her mind.


Two days after the accident, blue eyes fluttered open to gaze at a white room and a lady dressed in smocks leaning over her, checking something. The beeping of a heart monitor and IV monitor could be heard as the scent of the hospital room reached her nose.

"Oh good, you're awake," said a kind voice. Looking up, the girl stared at the lady in the smocks, recognizing her as a nurse. Nodding she turned her head away from the lady and towards a window, a tear falling from her eye as the snow fell outside.

The nurse frowned, and sighed, pulling out a paper and pen. "Dear, can you tell me your name, age, birth date...anything you can think of?"

"Ayani Kanabara, age 16. My...my...mother," she whispered, her voice cracking a bit, "where is my mother?!"

The nurse looked down at her sympathetically. "I'm sorry, dear, she didn't make it." The nurse then smiled in attempt to lighten the mood, "we'll phone your fath-"

"I don't have one," she said growing flustered. "I have no one anymore, no one!"

The nurse bit down on her lip, jotting some notes down. "Miss Kanabara, if you'd like anything, please press that button near your right hand there. I'll be trying to get a hold of some relatives so you can go live with them. You'll also have to talk to your family lawyer to settle ownership over your family's property and money...Kanbara...that sounds so familiar-"

"My mother was a psychiatrist, perhaps that's how you knew her or heard of her."

"Perhaps, but anyways, I'll look up your file and see who your lawyer is and have an appointment set up for you."

Ayani watched the lady walk away, a frown appearing on her face. Looking back to the window, she clenched her fists and shut her eyes tightly as tears dripped down her cheeks.


The clock on the wall indicated it was close to six o'clock at night when the nurse knocked on the door before entering. "Miss Kanabara, your lawyer is here. He heard what happened through the news and finally found out which hospital you had been taken to. Oh! And I know where I've heard your last name before! This is quite wonderful news dear. I've already talked to Mr. Onimota, the lawyer, about it. There is a Kanabara branch that owns a very successful business, and had appeared on the television just last month, so no worries, dear. You do have family." With that, the nurse smiled happily and stepped aside as a tall man walked into the room.

Ayani stared at the dark-haired man who pulled up a chair, setting his briefcase on the floor and pulled out some fries. "I got an extra bag of take-out in case you were hungry Miss Kanabara," he said as he smiled at her. She shook her head and stared up at the ceiling looking annoyed.

He frowned a bit, a fry dangling out of his mouth. Finnishing it off, he took her hand in his and shook it gentley, "I'm Mr. Onimota, your family's lawyer. You probably know that you'll be inheriting a great portion of money as well as the house and property you own up north. However, I'm afraid to say that you'll have to give the property up to the bank...well...both properties. Your mother had almost paid off all the debts, but didn't make the last 2 payments, so the bank gets to take possession of the houses. You still get the money left from your mother's death-which I'm very sorry to have to be discussing with you. It's just a lucky thing you didn't get killed either-"

"How is that lucky Mr. Onimota? I am without family and money doesn't mean anything when you have a hole in your heart that can't be filled!"

"I-I didn't mean it like...I'm sorry, please calm down." He cleared his throat and stared at the enraged girl. "I will be informing your relations that they must take you in. After they do so, they can decide whether you'll stay with them or end up being sent to a foster home, but most likely you'll stay there. They live in Japan, and you're going to be released tomorrow afternoon. I'll take you to your house so you can pack up your belongings, and then I'll drive you to the airport...I already have your ticket ordered. You'll be mailed the money, and I'll give you my contact information just in case of some emergency or that sort." With that he got up and set the extra bag of take-out next to her. Turning around, he picked up his brief case and was about to leave when he heard the young girl's voice. "What did you say?"

"When's Christmas?"

"Two days...tomorrow's Christmas Eve."

"Oh...thank you."

"Rest up Ayani, it'll be a long and bumpy road that you'll be traveling on, but things will work out right, so don't fret."


On the Eve of Christmas, Ayani groaned as the nurse helped her up and took the jacket from Mr. Onimota, slipping it over her shoulders. "Do you think you can walk or do you need the wheel chair?"

Taking a step foreward, Ayani rubbed her eyes, "I can walk...where's my clothes?"

"Hun, they were cut in the ambulance since they were freezing to your body...you were in rough shape you know."

Nodding, Ayani wrapped the coat around her tighter and headed to the exit, being followed by Mr. Onimota. She stiffened slightly as he slipped his hand on her shoulder to guide her to his car once they stepped outside.

When they arrived at her house, she lifted up a brick from the steps and took out the spare key, slipping it into the keyhole and unlocking the door. Numbly, she strode up the stairs, tripping a bit and slamming her hands and knees into the steps.

Mr. Onimota was right there at her side, pulling her up and heading towards her room. He opened the door for her and slipped his jacket off of her shoulders, closing the door and waiting outside so she could change. Groaning mentally, he tried to think about a court case he had in a week, but he couldn't shake the image of Ayani's mother out of his mind. She had been intimate with him after leaving Japan, and the girl's father. Ayani looked just like her, causing his heart to clench, and his stomach to knot up. Why couldn't he think of anything but the intimate nights shared with the child's mother?

He reminisced about a nighttime visit here in this house. Ms. Kanabara shocked him a bit when he found her dressed in a see-through, black laced bra with matching underwear, and a see-through red robe tied loosely about her body. She was just waiting for him, lounging lazily on the couch. The lighting was dim and a fire was going in the fireplace. Ayani was at a friend's house so there would be no one to disturb them.

Snapping out of it when Ayani opened her door and emerged with a duffle bag and backpack filled with clothes and personal items, he realized he ached between his legs. Clenching his fists, he took the girl's bags from her and walked to the stairs, commanding her to follow.

She looked at him funnily as he hurried to the stairs, her eyes catching a slight bulge in his pants before he took her things. A smirk slipped across her lips as she followed, wondering what had set him off. Shrugging that thought aside, she went downstairs and retrieved a few pictures and some money that was in a safe behind the couch. Hearing her name being called, she hurried to Mr. Onimota's car and slipped in, putting the money and pictures into her backpack before buckling her seatbelt.

Mr. Onimota glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, cursing her mentally as he noticed that her skirt had climbed up near her thighs and the angle he was at allowed him a nice view of her cleavage that her shirt allowed to be shown.

It was a long trip to the airport because of the awkward silence and the traffic jam caused by morning business people trying to get to their jobs. When they made it to the airport, Ayani had 20 minutes to get her things checked in and get on her plane. Lucky for her though, she entered a line where she didn't have to wait on anyone, and they hurried in checking in her duffle bag since she kept the backpack as a carry-on item. When Ayani received her tickets, she smiled at Mr. Onimota as he handed her his business card. "Thanks for everything, and I'll call you in a few days about the financial situation," she said as she turned to walk off. She stopped slightly, thinking she felt something tug at her backpack, but shook her head and continued walking to the gate.

He stared after her, sighing and heading back to his car, leaving her to be on her way. 'She wont slip away from me that easily, not like her mother did because of this stupid accident,' he thought, noticing his pants feeling a bit tighter, 'She is exactly like her mother in every way and her mother was mine...'



Author's Note:
Please be patient. This may not sound like a Digimon fanfic, but that's just because I have to make the first chapter an introduction sort of thing. As soon as the intro. is done, things will be pick up and the digimon fanfic will unfold, revealing new friends as well as enemies, both of which could possibley be unexpected. Also, in some future chapters, this will have sexual references, violence, and harsh language so the rating will most likely be T or M. Lastly, no flames please -