(Alrightt)
"Alright, bye!" Jean called after Alia. "I'll see you in calculus!" The blonde turned, beginning her walk home, maybe she would stop by a coffee shop and stay there for a bit just as something to do for the night. Her mouth watered at the thought of a warm drink. She flipped through her wallet, she didn't have much on her, at least not much she was willing to spend. Giving a huffed sigh she glanced to the sky. Even through the dark of night it looked like rain was coming soon.
"look. just put the stupid gun down," rai said lazily. he was currently in a coffee shop, a masked man pointing a gun at his chest. the man in front of him was shaking under the intense gaze of rai, but the raven-haired male didn't blink or look away. finally, rai offered a small smile. flicking his wrist, he smacked the gun from the other male's hand, towards the door. the burglar grabbed his bag and sprinted out through the back door, as the owner of the coffee shop called the police. rai blinked and bent down, picking up his drink and sipping it lightly. ugh. what a pain that was.
The man came barreling into Jean. His gun in hand that he had snagged on the way out. She tried not to scream as he hooked his arm around her neck, pulling her back with the gun's barrel digging into her side. "Get off of me." She hissed, she wasn't struggling too hard, seeing as he could potentially kill her on the spot.
rai blinked, looking around. something was.. off... the second the police showed up, rai was gone, molded into the shadows. okay... time to be a stalker again. where was jean? he made cameras all over the city, his face darkening when he saw the burglar holding the gun against her back. he silently walked behind the man, biding his time and thinking about what he could do to save jean without getting her hurt.
[ i didn't know if you'd let me save her in this post, since i would be powerplaying. >-< how about rai gets shot somehow to make up for the powerplay or something? ]
(He is still a very powerful character *cough*immortal*cough* but that can work.)
"This is so cliche." Jean scoffed, trying to do something to break the much larger man's hold. She stomped on his toe. "You little bitch!" The man snarled and yanked at her jacket. It tore open and also knocked both of them off balance. The man landed ontop of her lower half and she let out a moan of anguish as he placed the gun to her forehead. "I should kill you right now!"
[ i know, but i feel bad and stuff. so yeah. plus, jean could feel bad for him and, like, take him in to live with her or something? like she thinks he's going to die so she's all freaking out and won't take no for an answer? :3 ]
rai bared his teeth in a snarl, immediately stepping out from the shadows. he stood behind the man for a few seconds, then raised his leg. he brought the toe of his boot directly against the man's side, kicking him off jean. he narrowed his eyes, the normally dark green color fading into a crimson again, his pupils slitting. "didn't your mother ever teach you about manners?" he asked in a snarl.
Jean hugged herself. "Rai.." She said, a bit suprised. She looked to his eyes, her own blue one's filled with different emotions. Everything from relief to fear.
The man spat at the ground. "You little piece of scum.." He snarled with a glare, shooting him in chest just barely missing her heart.
rai's chest jerked slightly when the bullet entered his body. his eye twitched in annoyance and he kicked the gun from the man's hands, then put his hand in his pocket. using a small shadow, he made handcuffs, then pulled them out and handcuffed the man to a pole, frowning at the blood on his shirt. fantastic... he growled and whistled at the cops, then turned to jean. "are you okay?" he asked quietly, crouching down.
"Y-yea.." Jean looked at the hole in his chest. "But you aren't, we should get you to the hospital." She pointed out, her hand went to his chest as she clobbered to her knees.
rai blinked, then looked at the hole in his chest. he frowned. "um. no hospital..." he said quietly, then helped her up and stood as well. he frowned at the hole in his chest, then pursed his lips. "well. i'm going to head home and... you know. get the bullet out. have a safe trip, yeah?" he smiled, moving to walk passed her.
She snagged his wrist. "You aren't going home alone like that. You might have a concussion or something." She pulled him closer to her. "You aren't going to just go home, your going back with me until your healed up." She declared.
rai blinked, slightly amazed at her sudden actions. "um. i guess. i mean, i should really go home though..." he said, but didn't protest further than that. he couldn't find the words, anyway.
"Alright." Jean said, still holding his wrist as she began to lead him down the road. She watched him from the corner of her eye. How is he fine after taking a bullet practically to his heart.
rai eyed the bullet wound, frowning a bit. hm. well, this wasn't exactly how he wanted his day to go. it didn't hurt too much, but it would still be a lot better when the metal was out of his chest. he picked at the fabric, holding it away from his chest to avoid getting more blood on it.
After about five minutes the two reached Jean's apartment. She pushed the door open and lead him up the creaky stairs. She slipped into her apartment, waiting for him to follow inside.
rai followed in suit, keeping silent. when they climbed the steps, he opened his mouth to say something, but just closed it again. he slipped inside her apartment and stood by the door, looking around silently. "you really don't need to do this, jean..."
"Just take off your shirt." Jean said, finding a bottle of rubbing alcohol and something similar to large tweezers with a long neck. She gestured for him to sit down and picked up a towelet.
he blinked, then sighed. did he have to? couldn't he just, like, go in the bathroom and do it himself? he sighed and pulled off his shirt. he frowned at the bloody cloth, then winced when he saw the actual damage to his chest. ew... he blinked again, poking at his chest lightly.
Jean pushed him down to the couch, assuming he wouldn't fight against the gesture. She dabbed the blood away. "..Why did you do it..? Why did I seem worth it?" She asked, eyes staring at his chest, the cloth in her hand resting against the skin.
he blinked, not saying anything for a while. his eye twitched every so often and he watched the blood she missed trickle down the muscles on his chest. he blinked a few more times, then offered a small smile. "because a bullet in the head would have killed you..."