Two weeks. Two weeks had passed and Jet was still on the fence about "dealing" with Zuko. He had done nothing but stare, insult, and ignore Zuko, and he was now having trouble with just doing that. Zuko was just always there. when they worked, when they ate, when he slept. Zuko was always in his line of sight and Jet was beginning to regret making them room together. He was always hyper aware of the prince and it sent chills down his spine. Chills that he tried to fight down, but failed at even that.
Even now with the entirety of the compounds inmates outside in the closed off field for a supervised brand of exercise. Jet was watching Zuko as he sat on the far end of the field, up against a fence. Jet sitting against a tree playing his nonchalance, chewing a blade of wheat grass, and being unable to take his eyes off of Zuko. Some part of him was still trying to figure out this unyielding attraction to the Prince, though more than half of him wanted to end the emotions raging within him and just take Zuko's life. But he just couldn't do it.
His chance had come one night while Zuko slept in a peaceful ignorance. Jet stood above him. Leering at the prince and pushing to just smother him. But, again, it was against his moral code to kill someone so helpless. A moral code that Jet had thought was dead and buried. Of all the things Jet had done in his young life, the one thing he'd planned to do for months was being halted because Zuko was so weak. Which was what Jet was ultimately telling himself. Refusing to admit that it was something deeper. It was all because Zuko was so damned willing to give everything up.
Jet grit he teeth and pulled his gaze away from Zuko, only to have his sight fall upon three inmates all standing over him. Jet looked at them and raised a brow.
"Can I help you fellas?" He asked. Scanning their larger forms and seeing the metal bracelets that kept them from bending. They were bigger, weaker because of the lack of bending, and probably making a big mistake.
"Just wanted to let you know that we've waited long enough." The largest one standing in the middle scoffed out. Now Jet was curious, though he had an idea. Pushing off the ground, Jet stood and looked up at the man. Still holding no expression in his features.
"What?" Jet asked more from the need to be sure of what they wanted than to leave it to and idea.
"Zuko. Its time for him to be 'broken in'. We thought you were going to do it after your little fight, but since Zuko is neither bruised nor beaten. I think we'll just have to do it." Jet almost sighed, and held his tongue from saying 'what' again. Were these guys serious? What made them think Jet had anything to do with that? It wasn't as if Jet was protecting the prince or anything. Jet chuckled then. If only they knew.
"Be my guest. What makes you think I care?"
"Oh? Then you won't mind if we do it now. In front of everyone." Is what Jet hears slither out of the mans mouth. Standing in place as the three of them walked off in the direction of Zuko. He wasn't sure of what it was, but the need to follow behind was compelling him. Urging him to move, to stop what was about to happen. But Jet was at war once again. Wondering if he should let it happen, or save Zuko. It had been two weeks since Jet and Zuko had became cell mates, and in that two weeks, Jet had done absolutely nothing to the prince and he hated himself for that. But was it in him to let someone else do it?
Jet was frozen in place. Zuko was being approached, and he couldn't do a damned thing about it.
