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Squinting his eye as he got his cheek pinch, it somehow seemed to calm him down a bit. He hadn't realized that he started to cry some. Yet once he heard that Jur would help out, the butterflies in his stomach started to move again. This was something he hadn't felt in a long time. It was excitement or was it more? Watching Jur stand up and swearing about them. Though Enma was one of them, was he being swear upon too? Maybe it was only fair and right after all he was a part of them, he didn't stop them or even say anything to them, if only them being violent was the worst part.

Enma leaned against the wall, but the sound of Conrad speaking this time made him feel a bit numb. That wasn't until he had gasped once the tree next to Conrad started to crack and crumble under his fist. Enma couldn't help himself from going pale, that could have been him earlier when Conrad grabbed his head. Just remembering that it could have been him, almost made him faint, but he caught himself with Jur's arm before he fell forward.

"..Sorr-.."He was about to apologize when he heard Conrad praise him and agree with Jur. So this meant, they were going to help him. He had a lot of work ahead of him and it was only going to get even harder. He blinked for a moment and quickly let go of Jur once he saw Conrad getting closer and lean himself into Jur. Testing the Waters, why would he do that? "Hey wa-wait. Don't test the waters too much. We can't play around with them and I have to get to the finals, I have too..." His voice faded as he looked down, he felt pain in his chest, it almost made it hard to breathe, causing his cheeks to flush a red color. He had to make it to the finals, no matter what. No matter what. So why did this cause more pain than it should?

It was then that his phone rang, but he couldn't bring himself to answer it. His back end was leaning against the wall as his head hung forward, letting his wild red hair cast a shadow over his fast. The sun was nearly down at this point, so it caused everything to turn an orange-ish fire color. It would have been a beauty to see, if only Enma was paying attention. His mind was too caught up in the past to even care and the emotions that he had on his face before only started to fade away, causing him to look as if he were stone just as before. Even his presents started to flicker. This was one thing he was good at doing, it helped him pass through people with no problem at all and without being unseen, but the way he had to do it, is almost cruel. This time it was done continuously.

"Jeez, there you are Enma! Why didn't you answer your phone?!" A man who looked a lot like Enma wearing a lab coat rushed up to Enma's side in a heart beat. Shaking him until he snapped out of it. He had completely ignored Jur and Conrad as if the two weren't even there. That was until the red-haired man paused once he had gotten no response out of Enma. "You two didn't do anything to him did you?" It had seemed that with just words the air about them had gone thick and heavy as if someone was pressuring down on their shoulders really hard. "Because if something did happen to him, I won't be very forgiving." His yellow and red eye slowly made contact with the two, he had looked at them as if they were already dead. There was no anger, no hatred, but just deadness within his eyes.

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