Hello again or for the first time, Murayama Tsuru here. I have decided to try my hand at a multi-chapter fic this time. I'm not sure how good it will be or how long it will end up because I'm not sure I can keep my own interest in it. B,ut here's how it starts. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gintama; it belongs to Sorachi Hideaki.

The day had started out rather exciting for Kamui. Well, maybe the very beginning wasn't very fun. He had been woken up at 5 AM from nightmares of things he'd rather forget. Kamui then thrashed around for a while, hoping to go back to asleep. But, Kamui soonmrealized he would not be able to fall asleep again; then he felt his stomach rumble. So, he wandered into the kitchen to see what would take the least effort to eat.

When he arrived at the kitchen, he saw that Abuto was already there eating a bowl of oatmeal and reading the paper. Before Kamui could ask Abuto to make another bowl for him, Abuto gestured to the seat next to him. Kamui grinned when he saw the extra-large bowl of oatmeal. It made the morning that much better that Abuto's "Kamui-sensor" was working.

After breakfast (with seconds and thirds, of course) Abuto handed Kamui a letter from the elders. It contained details about a certain organization that the Harusame 7th Squad were to apprehend today. They were apparently plotting against the Harusame, so the elders wanted them gone immediately. When Kamui was finished reading, he looked up at Abuto and asked "So, should we flip a coin for who gets the pleasure of waking up the rest of the crew?"

Abuto shook his head and chuckled, "I wouldn't dream of getting in the way of your fun, admiral." Kamui then got up, laughing all the way to his first victim's room.

After the whole crew was woken up, Kamui told them about today's mission and they all set out for Edo. Since they were already on earth, it didn't take them too long to get to their destination. Then they set out to Kabukicho because that's where the organization's headquarters were located. On the way there, Kamui got to thinking about Kagura; as always, his nightmares had her as the main feature. He was also thinking about what would happen if she got involved in this affair. He wasn't too worried that she'd become involved in their fight; but even so, the small part of him that cared deeply for her was worried that her and those other two would swoop in to stop them. The organization they were to destroy was apparently a major corporation in Edo; this meant that if word got out about their mission, the Yorozuya trio was sure to hear about it. But Kagura was quickly banished from his thoughts, as they had arrived at their destination. Now, the only thing on his mind was the upcoming fight.

The 7th Squad encountered little resistance as they broke into the building (read, smashed the doors in forcefully). But as soon as they were in, they were attacked. The people they were fighting seemed to be rather weak (by Yato standards), but there were a lot of them, so eventually they were forced to split their forces so the rest of them could keep going forward.

When they had reached the office the leader was supposed to occupy, they learned that they had vacated to a nearby warehouse. But then, as they were about to leave the office, an alarm went off and the office doors started to close. Abuto, sighing, had pushed Kamui out before it closed. Kamui had protested that he needed to fight with them but Abuto just rolled his eyes at Kamui and growled, "No, you don't, we can take care of ourselves. You need to go to that warehouse. Now." Abuto had then turned away leaving Kamui to yell at a closed door.

Eventually Kamui arrived at the warehouse, alone. When Kamui entered the warehouse, he was greeted by many guards. As they closed in on him, a slow, animalistic smile spread across his face. He would get to lose himself in a fight after all. And that's exactly what he did; he lost himself in fighting the guards. All memories of that morning's nightmares leaving him.

And then someone whacked him in the head with a round, flat object. Kamui's braid flew out in front of him as he stumbled a step. After placing his hand on the back of his head to check for damage (it didn't seem too bad), he landed a hard kick to the face who the person who attacked him. The satisfying crunch Kamui heard meant that he had kicked hard enough that his attacker's neck had snapped (suitable revenge as Kamui saw it). He then turned around a picked up the object. It turns out that he had been attacked with a cast-iron skillet. Kamui laughed as he picked it up; this would make an interesting story to tell Abuto. Kamui then proceeded to use the skillet himself as both a weapon and a shield. The skillet was very good for deflecting the arrows the guards had begun shooting at him. But one arrow got past the skillet's defenses and nicked him. Kamui felt a faint sting as the arrow scratched his skin, but thought nothing of it.

After some more intense fighting, Kamui felt a strange pulse. Then, as if he lost control of his body, his knees buckled and he found himself face to face with the floor. An arrogant voice, probably the leader, then yelled "The poison's finally taken affect. Electrocute him now!" Someone kicked the skillet out of Kamui's hand (they couldn't get his umbrella, though; his grip on it was too strong). Kamui then felt something attach to his leg and his body was assaulted with a burning-shocking sensation. He let out a quiet, low moan but couldn't move. After the sensation stopped, Kamui's body felt numb. Then the same arrogant voice snapped "We leave, now. The poison should kill him; after all we made it especially to kill Yato. This should teach those Harusame not to mess with us."

Kamui then heard the person and all the guards that weren't dead leave. For a while after that, Kamui just lay there, unable to move, on the floor. He figured that the poison wouldn't kill him fast(poison had never worked on him before), but leave him immobile for long enough that the leader could get far enough away. Soon, Kamui was able to move his extremities. So he pushed himself up, wincing at the pins and needles that shot up his arms and legs. When he was standing as steadily as he could he staggered out of the warehouse. He couldn't tell where the leader went so he started wandering randomly. Kamui had enough energy to open his umbrella up. It was raining, so he was happy for it. But the cold air the rain brought with it and the poison had him shivering violently before long.

Soon after that, Kamui's vision began failing him. Kamui then knew that he needed to find either Abuto or someone to help him soon. It was an unfamiliar feeling, to want to ask for help. And Kamui wasn't particularly happy about this feeling, as he preferred being as independent as possible.

Both the rain and the poison made it nearly impossible to tell where he was going. But the streets he was stumbling along seemed vaguely familiar. Eventually he entered an alley and tripped over what felt like a stack of something. He wanted to kick out at it in revenge but was too weak to move. So, instead, he glared weakly at it.

Kamui then crawled over to the wall and slumped against it. He looked up at the vague outline of a building in front of him for something to tell him where he was. He saw a sign that said 万事屋銀ちゃん, and he could almost get the meaning, but his poison addled brain wouldn't let him. So, as Kamui slipped into unconsciousness, he kept trying to understand what the sign meant.

Sakata Gintoki was walking back to his apartment with a grocery bag in hand. Actually, he was practically skipping because he had finally gotten his strawberry milk. For a week, he had been forced to drink the raspberry milk that Shinpachi had brought home (something about how it wasn't good to waste food). But now that he had his strawberry milk, not even the rain could dampen his mood.

As he was about to ascend the stairs to his house, he saw an all-too-familiar purple umbrella in the alley. Gin's first thought was that Kagura was playing in the rain again. But when the umbrella didn't move when he called out he got worried. Gin put his milk on the stairs and rushed over, saying "Hey, are you all right Ka—"

Gin stopped mid-sentence; it wasn't Kagura lying, unconscious, in the alley beside his house. It was Kamui. Gin almost hadn't recognized him; with his eyes closed, he looked so peaceful and innocent (very unlike the bloodthirsty Yato he'd heard so much about).

Gin then poked Kamui with his boot, to make sure it wasn't an ambush waiting to happen. But when he didn't move, Gin sighed. He wasn't sure how Kamui got here, but he didn't look good. The red-haired teenager was covered in cuts and there was a rather scary-looking gash on his arm that was swelled, shiny, and seeping puss.

Gin looked around quickly, and seeing none of the other Yato (or Takasugi's gang) around, made a quick decision. Closing his umbrella and putting it in his belt (next to his Bokken), he stooped down and picked up the red-haired teenager, hoping he wouldn't wake up anytime soon. Gin sucked in a breath when he felt how cold the boy was. Gin started worrying more when he felt how slow his pulse was beating. Sure he was making the right decision; he looked down at Kamui and said "I'm going to get such a scolding from your sister for this." Gin then picked up his strawberry milk and ascended the stairs, thinking maybe today wasn't going to be so good after all.

So, that ends the first chapter. If you're wondering what the organization is that the Yato were going after, you'll have to keep wondering. I plan to reveal them later ^_^. And for those who can't read the Japanese sign (and didn't figure it out a little later), it said Yorozuya Gin-chan. I hope it's good enough to keep reading, and I hope you'll read the next chapter. If you'd like, please review. Every bit helps, even if it's to tell me what I did wrong.

-Murayama Tsuru