All Enma could think right now was how insane these two were. First Jur was oddly pumped for this and Con was surprisingly nice? That much was to be questioned. Made him wonder if they had too many balls to the head. It would make sense and it's the only easy way to explain these two. Well, but, Con was more of a Military type and Jur was more the Too Happy type. Strange though, how well they fit each other and it was even scary how they both just suddenly started to agree after disagreeing so forwardly earlier, maybe they were bipolar too?
"I'm sorry, who are you?" At first Enma though he was the one being asked that, totally missing Jur's first question and Con's ranting. He was surprised at how close Jur had gotten to him, it almost made him blush if it weren't for a very familiar voice that yelled for him or well at him.
"Aida!" Not so shocked seeing him at school, but more surprised to see him here with them. It started to feel really tense when he directed himself with Jur and Con. Not that he blamed him, but it did look a bit odd having two Jocks huddle around a guy like Enma. Anyone would easily mistaken the situation. This much Enma knew. That and the way his brother started to act was even more obvious. 'oh no...'
Some reason, Enma was more concerned about Jur than he was with Con. For one, Jur seemed the type to easily get to, no matter what the situation was. And if he were to test Aida, who knows what would happen, maybe scissors to the face or what's worse a game of Shogi. That game is so boring anyone would crack, even Enma can't sit still long enough for a game like that and he's pretty much not the type to do anything. As for Con, he seemed more of the type to shut up when it was needed or maybe even the type to come across as, if you bother me I'll kick your ass, and less of the type to just crack with every little thing. It was strange, seeing the look in Con's eyes now, he almost looked as if he'd lose it. Maybe Enma was looking out for the wrong guy?
But it wasn't like that, Con did lose it, he didn't say anything but give off a horrid look, as if there was a ghost standing before him and he was the only one who could see it. It took Enma a while to understand what was happening and it was then that Aid spoke again.
"You must be Fredrick. I heard a lot about you from Coach Garth. How's he doing? Since that game and all?"
'What game? Is he talking about the whole time that Conrad has been gone? I think I heard the team welcome him back or someone bringing it up that he hasn't been here. So was that why?' Enma blinked a bit as he thought about this, but the sound of a thud broke his train of thought and he couldn't help but look at Con with wide eyes. Aida did it, the only move he uses whenever he feels threatened or if he sees a weaker opponent, but why was it done to Con? To prove something?
"Don't go getting ahead of yourselves. Especially you, Kawaguchi. With the way you are now, it's just all talk." Aida dusted off his hands and walked up to Enma, softly cupping his cheeks in his hands. "Alright, let's go get you to the dorms."
Enma stared up at his brother. "You didn't have to use that." When he glanced at Con, it almost looked as if he couldn't believe what had happened. Yeah, it was something everyone felt whenever they get that used on them. It's horrible, it makes one feel as if their talents had been stolen from them or taken away. It was a harsh feeling especially to one who loves basketball.
Once Aida made them leave, Enma couldn't help himself. "That was too much Aida. They weren't doing anything bad." It was all too much and he felt horrible for what had just happened, but he couldn't bring himself to stop it. He felt as he had just as before, worthless. I guess, no matter how you look at it, this too was his fault, just like before. Everything. Once again.