Predator [UNDER EDITING]

Chapter Eleven:

~Point of View: 1st~
~Character: Kagami Taiga~
~Location: Seirin Gymnasium~

We all stand in a surprised silence as we stare at our phone screens. Professional help, the text reads innocently. I scroll down through the other messages the rest of team sent in a rush for an explanation. However she hasn't responded for over two hours, and we're all getting worried.

"What does she mean by 'professional help?'" I blurt, even though I know what the answer is going to be. Everyone around me shrugs and I scowl. This girl can really get on my nerves. She typically refuses to shut up, and now she refuses to say a word.

However, much to my surprise, Kuroko clears his throat. "After middle school got out she continued to pursue the sport. Over the summer she met a professional team and they helped her out," he says softly. Some of the others jump, for they had not noticed the short male. I turn my attention to the phantom.

"Why didn't she say anything to us?" I demand. It's always Kuroko with the answers about her. She never tells us anything, but Kuroko knows everything. It almost hurts that the pipsqueak doesn't trust us, but I'm the same way sometimes. Sometimes it's better to hide, than throw yourself into potential danger.

"As much as she wants to spill everything, all of you already know why she can't," Tetsuya states bluntly. We all nod. We might not know the whole story, but I'm sure we could make sense with the pieces we have. The phantom sighs and turns on his heels, getting ready to walk off. "Just give her some time. She's probably occupied." Then he grabs his bag and starts to leave.

Hyuuga sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "She can't trust that easily; we get that. But why?" His question echoes softly around the vast gym that was almost silent. His gaze focused on Tetsu. Tetsu stops, saying nothing for a moment.

"She leaped in with full trust, and got her mind broken far worse than her heart," he whispers after a heartbeat too long. I stand silently and clench my fists. That was fairly vague, that anyone can argue, but it seems to make everything click. (F. Name)'s changing emotions: came from a broken heart, and her mind's fragilness: trusting the wrong person.

Kuroko glances and nods at me, knowing I figured it out. Then he walks out the door. I look at everyone else. They all seem as confused as I am. Even though we know the important, yet basic, information we still having the gaping holes as to what exactly happened. That's when we all received a text message. It was (F. Name)'s response to the group chat.

They agreed. See you tomorrow hopefully. And that was it. Nothing more, nothing less. Straight to the point while avoiding every other question we had put out there. I have to admit, shorty is good at deflecting.

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The next day she is indeed at school. Looking better than she did two days ago, yet, her eyes still hold flecks of pain within them. She's chatting with a red headed girl when I walk into the room. (F. Name) looks up and smiles at me briefly before turning back to her friend. I walk to my usual seat and plop down.

I feel Kuroko glance at me but I pay him no mind. I feel my mind spiraling in all directions as I try to piece everything together. Yesterday I put a few pieces into place, but I know there's still more to her that I don't know. I sigh and rub my temples as I feel an incoming headache. "Don't try too hard," Kuroko says softly. I scowl. "She doesn't want to figured out, and she surely doesn't want anyone to piece together what happened in middle school. That's for her and the Miracle Generation to know."