DISCLAIMER: I do not own Alice Academy and characters related to it. But the rest, I do.

PROLOGUE

She sits in the airplane and watches the movement of whites and blue. She groans as she crumples the white plastic bag in her hands, anticipating the possibility of her stomach's rejection to this morning's chicken and egg. She feels her younger brother's hand shaking hers, which only means his bladder is full and wants company to empty them out. She heaves a sigh and brings him to the end of plane and waits for him outside the door. The door opens and she sees a smiling little boy. They return to their seat and she sees that the view stays the same.

"Hatsune, are you alright?" She looks over to her mom and nods as to there is no sign of chicken or egg. She rubs her stomach, an attempt to calm it down.

After what seems like forever, they land in Okinawa. Hatsune rushes down the plane and holds onto the empty plastic bag knowing that the airplane is not the last mode of transportation that they will use.

The Yamamoto family exits the airport and sees a young man in black with a sign that screams "Yamamoto" in black ink. They pull their bags and ride a black car that was big enough for any family of four to five, or even six if your family was skinny enough. Hatsune still holds on to the plastic bag for she could not risk such an expensive car to get chicken-ed or egg-ed. It drives them for a good thirty minutes and reaches a dock full of boats – from canoes to yachts. They ride a wooden boat that sails to their destination for about ten to fifteen minutes. Hatsune is sure that she will vomit this time, but as they reach the island, nothing happens.

"Nothing?" Hatsune realizes that her father was talking to her.

"Surprisingly none." Her father is quite amused to the decrease of his daughter's transportation sickness.

They walk a distance until they see a beach house of white. The family rushes inside, while Hatsune stares at its exterior. She squints her eyes and reconsiders the idea of running back, taking the boat, riding the expensive car, and being up in the air for hours. She heaves a sigh. Not worth it, she realizes. She pulls her blue luggage inside the house and goes straight to a room that she declares hers. She plops on her bed and stares off into space.

"Swim with us?" She sits up and sees her little brother wearing his swimsuit and snorkel.

"I'm not in the mood, Ryuu." She tries to smile as to not ruin her little brother's excitement.

He looks down and just runs off. Hatsune hears her family's voices coming from the first floor and hears the door close shut. She remains in bed, thinking of possible activities she can do in that plain beach house. She rises from bed and decides to walk around the house, hoping to discover an old murder mystery or anything exciting in that house.

She continues to stroll and winds up in front of an old wooden door. She can tell by its discoloration and squeaky sounds as she slowly opens it. Before her was a winding staircase – white but rusted. Every step creates dust and squeaks. She reaches the top and looks at her hands covered in rust residue. She scans the small third floor with only cabinets and a small circular window. Clearly, no one has been here, she says to herself.

There is not much to go around in the first place, but she does anyway. She opens each cabinet, thinking she'll see something interesting. She stares at an empty one and sees a separate section above. She stands on her toes and jumps several times, trying to see if there is anything. But there was nothing. She gives up and sits beside the cabinet in a corner. There was so much dust and there was not much to see, but she likes it there.

A couple of minutes pass by, she sees a notebook of yellow and green under a cabinet across the room. She crawls her way to the other side and reaches out for it. She opens it and dust flies everywhere. She coughs and sneezes to the never-ending floating dust. She reads the first page and characters "kan", "kura", "tsu", and "hyu" were the only words she could make out. She reads it again, and this time closer.

The notebook belongs to Mikan Sakura and Natsume Hyuuga.