The Second Phantom

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A/N: I'm so so sorry for the super late update y'all to be honest, I didn't have a whole lot of inspiration for this book but the writer's block is gone and I went through and edited the other chapters as well. So happy reading!

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I sighed as I turned the phone over in my hand, "Isamu, can someone really leave this place?"

"I wouldn't say so, sir," He coughed from his corner.

"Then explain how Hide is able to so... easily," I muttered as I stretched in my chair.

Isamu grunted and his chair creaked as he stood, "I don't believe that he did, sir. This will always be his home. I'm sure when his boy toy realizes what he does, he will be back home."

"The boy toy has a name Isamu," I breathed.

"Of course, sir," He spoke quickly.

I nodded and looked out my window, the dawn's light breaking up the darkness, "Get a car ready Isamu, we are going to a basketball game."

"A basketball game, is there a target there?"

I chuckled humorlessly, "We are going to see if your little theory is right Isamu. I think that boy toy is the reason that Hide-kun is still sane."

Isamu bowed and walked out of my office without another word.

"Tetsuya Kuroko, huh?"

|A Few Hours Later |

"Shinkyo Academy huh?" I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair.

"Sir, there's Hideaki now with the Seirin Team," Isamu stated plainly.

I nodded, "I have eyes Isamu."

"But, aren't we here to see Hideaki, sir?"

I scoffed and looked at him, "See Isamu, pay attention."

"Y-yes of course, sir..." he coughed following after me as I entered the school. 

Silently we found seats in the rafters, part of Shinkyo's team out and running drills. 

"Is there any particular reason we are here, sir?" Isamu asked carefully. 

I nodded, "Hide-kun's eyes have an innate ability to scan and see things beyond what we can even begin to perceive. I guess I really need to see if he can transfer what he is into... this." I motioned slightly to the court as the team of Seirin walked in. 

The team changed out quickly and found their place on the court, beginning to run drills themselves. Yet they seemed, uneasy to say the least, their eyes unfocused as they looked around the gym. Even Hide seemed to be on edge for some reason. 

"Dad doesn't seem to be here," One member stated, his posture nervous. 

Dad?

"Now that you mention it..." Another breathed, pulling the basketball into his side. 

A considerably large bang entered the gymnasium, "Ouch..." 

All heads turned towards the door, a tall dark man stood with his face in the door way. 

"Seriously, who doesn't duck under that?" I sighed, leaning into my chair. 

"Everything is so short in Japan," Spoke the foreigner, the obvious tints of his roots dripping from his words. 

"What are you doing?" Spoke, what I assume to be the coach, "Hurry up." 

"Sorry I'm late," the foreigner spoke, bowing to his coach.