Yay. Only three more.

It was sometimes so easy to forget that Jenos was an assassin. He was too carefree for someone who would seem to fit the description of an assassin. Then again, Train seemed too innocent to be a killer. Guess that's why they say never judge a book by it's cover.

It was times like this, though, that the reality of his occupation slapped her in her face. Standing outside of her temporary apartment, arms full of grocery bags, Rinslet gaped at the bloodstained man who was slumped, dazed, in the doorway of her apartment. The bags went crashing to the ground in shock. “Jenos!” She exclaimed, sidestepping the bags and rushing to him. She knelt and lightly placed a hand on his shoulder. “Jenos, are you okay?”

Jenos blinked slowly, looking bewildered. “Rins-chan?” He whispered, voice hoarse. “How'd you find me?”

Confused for a second, Rinslet realized that he probably had no idea where he was. “No, Jenos, you're at my apartment.”

He frowned, his mind foggy. “Really? Oh. I thought I ended up at mine...” He suddenly grinned up at her. “I guess my subconscious thought that 'safety' meant 'Rinslet.'”

Her mouth quirked, but she didn't say anything and instead asked, “How much of this blood is yours?” She gestured downwards to his bloodstained suit.

Jenos blinked. “Oh. Um... Half, I think. I got,” he paused, coughing suddenly, “I got shot. Um... Left shoulder.”

Rinslet peered at his shoulder and found a tear near the outer side of his shoulder. The bullet only gazed him, but it bled a lot. She grimaced and nodded. “Alright, come inside and I'll stitch you up.”

“You can do that?” Jenos asked, gazing up at her in insulting incredulity.

She ground her teeth, but nodded. “I get injured sometimes on the job, so, I needed to learn first-aid. Now, up we go.” She grunted when she tugged on Jenos' arm, pulling him to his feet. She hooked that arm around her shoulders and wrapped her free one around his waist, supporting him. Hastily, she unlocked her door and led him inside. She unceremoniously dropped him on her couch and, after retrieving her groceries (which she put in the kitchen), she hunted down her first-aid kit.

By the time she had returned, Jenos had slowly removed his jacket and dress shirt, wincing in pain. “Ya know, Rins-chan,” he began absently, scowling down at the gash on his arm. “It's kinda funny in a depressingly pathetic way. When I was a rookie with Cerberus, I got clipped by a bullet in the exact same place. Beluga,” his smile dimmed at the mentioning of one of his deceased partners, “had to patch me up. He did it so badly that Naizer had to cut in.” He chuckled lightly.

Rinslet nodded. She disinfected the wound and had begun stitching it, oblivious to his occasional wince – after all, she hadn't numbed the area. “I had a partner about two years ago – we had a similar situation, though she was the one who had to step in when I messed up my stitching.” She sighed thoughtfully and wondered aloud, “I wonder how she's doing? She quit being a thief when she got pregnant. I should look her up sometime.”

He smiled and leaned over to kiss her on the mouth gently when she tied off the string she used with a pleased, “ha!” Jenos grinned when he pulled back, Rinslet's face aglow in surprise. “Your thank you kiss!” He told her.

She snorted good naturedly and kissed his lips, too. When he looked confused, she said, “Just because!”