(Author's Note): So I've been away for a long time, I know that but right after I wrapped up Arcana Ascends, I left two starter chapters for ID and The Ring but fear not, I am working on them as we speak. ID making more progress but unfortunately on my computer, a device I rarely use to write so I'll try and get that out soon. The reason behind my disappearance is simple: I'm an A-level student that completed her AS exams, my mocks were in Feb, the beginning of my hiatus till May/June before i was whisked away on a summer visiting universities. Unfortunately for me, I'll have to sit for a few more papers in October/November to come so I won't be as active as I had been, I'll probably only come back to life during my Christmas hols in December.

So, for my other stories... I hate to admit it, but I've come up with a writer's block for everything but The Shadow (story's planned out, you're good Shadow fanatics but I need to actually write it). As for everything else, I'll probably have to think plots and ideas again, I do have a general idea of where I want the stories to go though. Right... What else? OH YEAH, The Extra Game, may I just say that I wrote this before the sequel actually came out and the shock I had when I read it because (shall not state as it may be a spoiler). Anyway, here it is... THE WINNING STORY OF MY POLL: CHAPTER ONE/PROLOGUE OF THE PHANTOM KING.

I shall try to update when the next chapter is written up.

They just stared.

The audience sat in absolute silence, stunned by the game before them. The school were just new to the local tournaments and competitions, people knew they were good since they had played in world tournaments and expected the game to be an easy win for them. But they didn't know they were that good.

"They're like the Generation of Miracles and the Uncrowned Kings,"

"No, they're even better! They might even be better than Seirin! Especially with their Captain."

Murmurs began to break out amoung the audience. "Wait a minute, doesn't the Captain look really familiar?" One person voiced out.

"He looks like someone I've seen play before."

"Wow, whoever he is, he's like a King now, with all those new moves."

People began to gossip, but he remained unfazed as he took a sip of water from his white bottle. Their words meant nothing to him anymore, he was a changed person. He stood up, strong and tall, a white towel wrapped around his neck as he stood by the team's bench. His chest heaved up and down, but his body remained still as his heart pounded a calm rhythm. He wasn't tired, he was sweating but it was only natural. "Captain," he turned to the source of the voice as his teammates faced him. His soldiers, his loyal companions. "The bus is waiting."

His hand moved as he gently tugged on the end of the white towel, he felt its long body slowly brush fully around his neck before falling. With a flick of a wrist, he slung it over his shoulder. His free hand slinging his bag over the very same shoulder, in his other hand, he held his water bottle. "Lets go, it's not polite to keep Mister Jefferson waiting," He said. He placed the mouth of the bottle against his lips as he walked, the air around him different as his teammates followed obediently behind him. The crowd watched as the team walked in a single straight line, cameras snapped photographs frantically of this new rising legend as they walked unaffected.

Behind their Captain, they followed him with looks of pride and happiness on their faces. The audience could see it -the trust they placed in that Phantom, how much faith they had in him? It was like watching a King and his court of Knights. Was their bond that strong?

As he walked, his eyes turned briefly to glance at the scoreboard. 179-2, the win for St. Lincoln International Prep Academy, or just Lincoln Academy for short. He smiled as he walked. He knew he was mad, corrupt... Everything they had been. But who could blame him? He finally caved in to his desires. That desire to destroy them, to win everything... He lusted for it. It drove him mad, sent him deeper and deeper into that deep dark void of insanity, but nobody other than him needed to know that little secret of his.

He had created a world that he belonged in, had a team that would follow his ever command without objection. A place where his word was law, and all others were simply minions beneath him.

It was beautiful.

He was a King, better yet: he was the Phantom King.

"The Phantom King," he mused as he watched the tournament stadium fade away in the distance, he tested the title upon his lips before smiling satisfied with the sound and feeling. "I like it."

Disclaimer: I do not own anything as usual.

Written by: Jezmaiya

The Phantom King.

(Another book about vengeance and darkness)

Lincoln Academy, the world's number one boarding international school for foreigner students, it's main campus based in Japan, hidden and surrounded by a sleepy seaside town that served as a city escspe. However, there were some exceptions to that rule, and he was one of them. He stood before his mirror, adjusting his red tie around his neck. He reached for the white vest hanging on the hook before slipping it over his black dress shirt and tie. The student finished off his uniform by wearing his white blazer jacket, fastening the cufflinks and buttons as he stepped back and lightly dusted his white long pants. He stared, satisfied by his reflection before there was a knock on his dormitory door. "It's open," He said, hands gathering his books for today's lessons on his dresser.

The door opened as petite girl walked onto sight, his eyes gazed at her through the reflection of his mirror as he lightly ran his hand through his hair, styling it to the left. "They're waiting in the library," the girl said softly in a hushed tone, her eyes blank as she stared right back at him, gaze unwavering.

A smile slipped onto his face as he reached out to grab his morning school books of his dresser. "Excellent," he told her. "Thank you, Ume-chan."

The girl, Hoshina Ume nodded quietly. "Perhaps you should greet them," suggested the girl. "It's only polite."

He smiled as he opened his room door, walking out, Ume following behind him as they made their way to the school's library. "Perhaps I should."

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Yukio Kasamatsu looked nervously around the building, paper clutched tightly in his hand as sweat dripped down his neck. He was feeling nervous, something that really happened to him. Here he was, standing inside the grand library of St. Lincoln International Academy, a world renown school, legendary for exceeding in almost anything they do. He'll be honest. He had the shock of his life when he opened his letterbox to see a cream envelope sealed with a red wax seal, the St. Lincoln crest of pegasus and lion stamped over the surface. He had practically died the moment he read the contents of the letter. A high authority member on the student board was offering him an opportunity of the lifetime. An all expensed education at the academy's higher education department with access transfers abroad to UK; Australia and America. It was a dream come true for him. The letter had stated for him to met the President of Student Council here at the school's library today, at this very moment.

Kasamatsu took a deep breath as he glanced around the place, he squirmed slightly as he noted the amount of foreign beauties that seemed to grace this campus. Most of the students here were definitely foreigners, beautiful ones at that. "Now things just got interesting," an all familiar voice said as the former Kaijo captain stared at the group of people before him. "It's been a while." The same person from before, the ex-captain of Touou Academy's basketball team, Imayoshi Shouichi said as the bespectacled man raised a hand in greeting, that killer smile of his irking Kasamatsu slightly.

"Tch, you."

"I presume you got a letter too," Imayoshi lifted a similar envelope identical to Kasamatsu as he gestured to the people beside him.

Kasamatsu stared at the other two people, they were both ex-captains. "I'm beginning to think that this isn't a coincidence at all." He raised a palm to his face, he could feel his blood pressure beginning to rise again.

"Clearly," spoke up Shutuko's ex-captain, "somebody definitely wanted us all here."

Okamaru smiled. "All except Rakuzen's captain of course." He added lightly.

There was a cough as all eyes turned to see a grey haired teen. "I believe that I would be representing that school." Mayuzumi Chihiro spoke up as all four ex-captains jumped slightly.

'When was he there?' The other captains couldn't help but wonder.

"I'll admit I was surprised myself, I didn't think anybody even knew I existed." Said Mayuzumi, staring at the letter addressed to him longingly. "The only person that seems to be missing would be the representative from Seirin." He added.

The other basketball players glanced around before realising that the former Rakuzan player was right. There was nobody from Seirin here. Imayoshi seemed to grin even more, "Interesting, considering what recently happened within Seirin's team and the Generation of Miracles." He said.

It was no secret to what had gone down after Winter Cup inside the Seirin team. Everyone talked about it, how their phantom had walked out on the team, and disappeared. It didn't help either that the rainbow crew practically caused the spark that destroy the phantom's pride. It left everyone buzzing. Nobody knew where he went. Not even Akashi.

Kasamatsu wasn't proud of what Kise had done under his watch, in fact, it disgusted him and wished that he could have done something to punish the blonde fool, but he couldn't. "It makes me wonder where the poor guy went," said Kasamatsu.

The temperature of the room dropped, it sudden but they could feel the presence of another amoung them. Their bodies froze as they heard a soft chuckle."Well it warms my heart that you care," a monotonous voice said as all five turned to stare at the source, their eyes widened at the all familiar face. His hair was slightly longer, and he might have grown a little taller but they was no denying those blank cold eyes and that cool shade of teal that gleamed of his orbs. "Welcome potential, future scholarship students," he said, bowing politely as if nothing had ever happened between them. "President Kuroko Tetsuya at your service."

"You're the President?" Asked Kasamatsu startled, his throat suddenly feeling very dry. "Wait a minute..." He trailed off, recalling a little details he's heard about the recent rumors that had been spreading quickly around the basketball circuit about a mysterious new king, a dark king. "Doesn't the Phantom King attend Lincoln Academy?"

Imayoshi's smile only widened to match his fox like features, "A pleasure to meet you, your majesty." He mocked as they all understood the hidden meaning beneath his words. The Phantom King was a basketball dark horse, rising recently with all the media attention turned on him. Yet despite all the attention he was receiving, his name was never released, his photograph had never been clear enough to identify a face to place with a confirmed name, the only source ever confirmed was that he came from this very school. The Generation of Miracle's sixth Phantom man disappeared one day, a short while later, this guy appears. There was no denying the fact before them now: Kuroko Tetsuya was the Phantom King.

"So this is where you went," said Mayuzumi. He stared at the younger boy, both their faces impassive. "So why us? Why me?" He asked. 'Why would you invite me, your replacement?' Was the true question he desired to ask.

Kuroko chuckled, they stared at him slightly taken back as a light smile graced his emotionless face. "Don't flatter yourself, Mayuzumi, even though you replaced me, I've already become the shadow that has overcomed the light." His face was cold, serious and deadly, giving no emotion away. "You can try as hard as you want, whatever you throw at me, I will send it back, but ten times harder. No matter what you do, or what you try, you will lose. You will fail. Always."

Mayuzumi felt fear awaken from deep within. Kuroko was... Different. His words stunned them. When they think of him, they remember the phantom that always believed in teamwork and never gave up... So who was this person standing before them? "Are you really Kuroko Tetsuya?" Asked Mayuzumi, warily.

Kuroko smirked, his eyes glinted. "Only in the flesh." He teased, chuckling softly to himself.

There was cough behind him, "Sir," they looked to see a girl with porcelain skin, and locks of pale icy blonde hair. They hadn't noticed her before. Her eyes were light grey, as they almost faded into her face against her pale skin. "We only have half an hour left." She lightly reminded Kuroko, tapping lightly at the watch strapped to her wrist.

Kuroko stared down at his own wrist, his eyes hardening. "Right," Kuroko clapped his hands together as he gestured for the group to follow behind him. "I better give you a tour of the campus before I have to go." He told them, turning around.

"Wait," Said Kasamatsu. "Why are we here?" He asked seriously.

Kuroko glanced back at him nonchalantly. "To study and play basketball with the University team, of course." He replied simply.

"What's the catch?" Imayoshi added, he was curious and exhilarated. This could turn out to be something rather fun for him. An opportunity to face the generation of miracles again? Why not?

Kuroko turned to face them, "Our high school and University teams are combined when it comes to games that are out of school internal tournaments," he said. "In short, you get another shot of glory at the Interhigh and Winter Cup." Their eyes widened.

"So you want us to play against our old teams?" Asked Kasamatsu.

Imayoshi smirked, "Well if we really think about it, we wouldn't actually make a bad team. We know our old team weaknesses, therefore we can use it to our advantage." He admitted.

"Believe what you want," said Kuroko, his eyes glancing at each one of them. "I have my reasons, and I have a team. You will trialled like every other member, the Coach will pick the teams. There will be no bias. Consider it a fresh start." He told them, a soft smile on his face. "Now, lets go, there are many things on his campus that I'm sure will convince you to join."