Welcome to my second story. I hope you enjoy, and this is only the Prologue. :D I'm a little sick with the flu right now, so it took me forever to write this as I'm half alive right now. Anyways, enjoy~

Prologue

"Lucien Ikari wasn't any random guy. He wasn't just a person of civilized society. He was part of a legend. He was an legend, he still is a legend. He was the saviour to a once dying clan. He was the last remaining pureblood from the Ikari clan, the most notorious clan in Northern Japan. Some say his ghost is stuck in the Ikari mansion. You can see him looking out the window, or roaming the beach. At night, you see a red gleam in the windows above the large pillars. People say they feel mesmerized when they see him."

Ayama shifted in the front of her classmates, all staring at the odd Bristol board poster she had for her class project.

"That was a good history lesson from you Ayama, but tell me. Why have you chosen Ikari for a research?"

Ayama smiled a bit, closing the book she had in her arm.

"Well, it just seems like a good ghost story for me, and since we're doing the Paranormal this week, I chose this since my dad knows the history about that place."

The students nodded in awe, giving her a cheap clap. She rolled her eye, then sat in her desk beside her friend Rachel. Rachel smiled at Ayama, who huffed, putting her head on the desk. She never really enjoyed crowds, or really she never enjoyed getting attention. She listened to the teacher announce that everyone would have their chance at their presentations after the weekend.

'I'm so glad that's over with.'

She sat up, looking at the clock. Three more minutes until the school was out for the weekend. She watched the clock tick slowly, each seconds seeming like hours. She shifted in her seat, quietly picking up her shoulder bag. She smirked to herself when the bell rang, she jumped out of her seat, running for the door. Her friend chased after her, then the two ran out into the hall.

"We should hurry! The plane's going to leave without us!"

They ran to the locker they shared, Ayama had a determined look on her face as she get her things, grabbing her car keys from her bag. Rachel stopped, tying up her shoe, Ayama only spun around, then she suddenly bumped into one of the students there. She fell on her bottom, hitting her tailbone, making her squeal in pain.

"Ow, fuckity fuck!"

She leaned over, groaning as she stood up.

"Oh, shit I'm sorry!"

She looked up seeing Devin Macabre; The hottest boy in her grade. She blushed a bit, taking the hand he offered.

"No, sorry, I was in a rush. Oh snap! I still am!"

She stood up, trying to hide the fact that her ass was on fire from the fall. He smirked.

"Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going...Hey, you going on the trip to the Caribbean with the student leadership?"

Ayama nodded then grabbed Rachel.

"I'll see you on the plane then. Save me a seat?"

Ayama smiled like a dork, nearly bumping into the door then the two girls left. Ayama looked at the watch on her wrist.

"Oh shit, let's go!"

She looked at her other hand.

"OH NO MY KEYS!"

She looked around, then she heard a jingling by the doors. Devin was smiling, holding them in his hand. He tossed them at her, she caught them and smiled again then the two ran towards the car to get their shit to the airport. What nobody knew, that was the last time Ayama would see an airplane, or her friends again.

Okay, so, you MUST review regardless of what you think. I need to know if this seems good enough to keep going. :D