Author's Note: Hello, everyone! This is my first fanfiction so, well, yeah. Reviews are warmly welcomed!

Warning: OOCness. Too much drama. Amateur writing. Stuff like that. I have warned you.

Disclaimer: Gintama belongs to its genius mangaka Sorachi Hideaki-sensei. I only own the plot and OCs of this fanfic.

Chapter 1: Even Monsters Have Weaknesses

Blood covered his pale hands. With a smile, he slashed down the last guy who was about to punch him, blood splattering all over the place. Then he fixed his eyes on the ground where the men he had fought with lay lifeless. Blood spilled on the ground and splashed on the walls. The dark alley, along with the sea of dead bodies, made it seem like the perfect zombie movie ending scenario, except that instead of zombies, real people were killed and that a bare handed Amanto was the killer.

"Weaklings," Kamui muttered.

The truth was, as much as he loved fighting and beating the daylights out of his opponents, battling with weaklings was a waste of time for him. Engaging them in a battle was worthless. They didn't even made his adrenaline pump. They didn't stand a chance against him.

Without a word he turned his back at the grotesque scene. He didn't look back, nor did he feel guilty about killing them mercilessly. They were responsible for their own deaths. They sought a fight with him and he just complied. They were naïve to think that outnumbering him would do the thing, but he proved them wrong. They got what they deserve. It's their fault for being weak.

He put on his cloak, opened his umbrella and then walked away.

Under his clothes he could feel the heat given off by the sun penetrating, as if frying him to the bone but not really. He strode on, not caring about the glances he was receiving-of interest from the women and of envy from the gents. He let his braided hair flow freely as he passed the streets with a smile on his face, looking harmless as if he had not done a massacre.

All hell broke loose when his stomach grumbled.

For three days he wandered around the streets of Edo with only his umbrella on hand. Abuto was with him for the past two days, but Kamui insisted to be alone. And so, his assistant left him, fearing that his captain might kill him if he didn't.

Kamui reached for his pockets, only to find out that he didn't have one. Usually he would let Abuto handle Earth-related things, but the guy wasn't there. And there he was, standing empty-handedly without any idea on what he'll do.

"Damn, where is Abuto when I need him?" he cursed mentally, clutching his stomach that was holding a quite huge war inside-a world war, perhaps.

Kamui felt a poke on his shoulder. He turned to see a black-haired girl in a sakura-patterned kimono, looking at him with her brown eyes. "Are you alright?" she asked.

He smiled half-heartedly. "Am I?" he pointed at himself. "I am."

No, you're not, a part of him protested. You're starving. How could you be alright?

Shut up! He yelled mentally.

"Is that so?" The girl raised an eyebrow. She was wary of the man's response but bought it anyway. "Be careful on your way home, then. And don't space out in the middle of the street. It's weird."

"Yeah," he mumbled. The girl was about to walk away when Kamui reached for her shoulder, stopping her from her tracks. "On the second thought," he said. "I think I'm not alright."

"And why is that?"

The moment of truth has come.

"I'm hungry," he blurted out.

Silence befell them. Was it really okay for him to tell her that? In Yoshiwara it might be, since he was well-known (or rather, feared) there and he was sure the people didn't mind it-they even treat him food. But, he thought, things above Yoshiwara were different-the rules, the way of living, the people. He was never the one to care about relations-he was born for fighting, after all, and all he cared about were fighting and bloodshed-but now he might consider caring about them. Consider, take note of that.

Kamui might be the strongest in battlefield, but in human relations (or any forms of relations) he was next to nothing... in the worst.

His internal grumbling halted when the girl chuckled. Is she mocking me? He clenched his fist, ready to knock her off at the moment she would say something nasty.

"Is that so?" the girl said in between her stifled laughter. "I'm on my way to a ramen house now, and it isn't far from here. I'll take you there, if you'd like to."

His blue eyes opened, sparkling like the deep blue sea under the summer heat. Nothing had brought him more delight than food (fighting aside).

"Really?"

The girl nodded. "Shall we go?" she smiled, gesturing to lead the way. Kamui nodded, and the two walked off.

They stopped at a two-storey building with a wooden sliding door. It looked like the outside of your average ramen houses along the streets, with two unlit lanterns on both sides of the door and a poster hanging at the top, "Ramen" hurriedly written in kanji.

"Here we are," the girl introduced with a smile. She slid the door and entered the house with Kamui following suit. The aroma coming from the cooking area filled the air, making Kamui's stomach grumble more.

"Looking good as always, Wakana-san," the girl said.

A blonde woman who was concentrated on cooking turned her head to them, revealing her slightly wrinkled yet youthful smiling face ( a woman on her twenties, perhaps) and greeted, "Welco-Good day, Yukiko-san."

Yukiko (so that's her name) bowed.

"Who is this?" Wakana pointed at Kamui. "Your boyfriend?"

Yukiko shook her head, giving a light chuckle as she and Kamui pulled out a chair and took a seat. "He's just a guy whom I happened to bump into the street. Nothing serious, really."

"'Nothing serious' my foot. Last week the guy with you was a grumpy-looking martial artist from the Yukimura dojo, then a sadistic police man and now what?" Wakana said loudly, her face clouded in the smoke rising from the boiling pot.

Yukiko shrugged. "...A hungry guy who was spacing out in the middle of the street...?"

After switching off the stove, Wakana pulled out a towel from the pocket of the apron and wiped her hands. "Yukiko, you can't just bring with you a stranger you just met on the street," she reprimanded.

"Unless you are a good Samaritan, which happens to be my case today," Yukiko countered. "I can't just leave the poor guy standing there without any idea on what he'll do."

Bingo, Kamui thought. Though I would like it if you hadn't blurted it out.

"Besides, I met Yukimura-san and Okita-san here and happened to chat a little with them while eating," she added.

Wakana sighed in defeat. "Fine, whatever you say, youngster." She propped her elbow on the counter. "Taking the usual?"

Yukiko nodded. "I can't get enough of it," she commented.

The owner turned to Kamui. "And for you?"

Kamui blinked and then scanned the names of the dishes that were pinned on the top of the shelves. "I guess I'll be having..." And thus, he recited the whole menu.

"Are you sure you're gonna have them all?" Kamui nodded like a child being asked to go to a field trip for the first time.

"Okay then." Wakana then headed towards the cooking area.

Yukiko shifted from her seat. "You have quite the big appetite there," she said.

"I do," he answered, placing his hands on the counter. "And since I'm getting food for free, I might as well stuff myself."

She raised an eyebrow. "Who said you're gonna get free food?"

Kamui smiled at her. "It was you who invited me here in the first place, am I right?"

"I did invite you, but I never said I'll be treating you. Your ears might have picked up the wrong message."

"What?" He slammed his hands on the table, almost breaking it. Almost. "I followed you because I thought you'll be the one paying for the food."

She crossed her arms. "Well, your hunger has affected your thinking badly. And by badly, I mean really badly, as in the 'breaking-your-bones-after-slipping-on-the-floor' type."

Kamui pouted. "You tricked me!" he accused.

"I didn't, dumbass!" she protested. "It was your fault for misunderstanding the whole thing!"

Wakana peeked at the "love birds" quarrelling. "Ah, young love," she whispered to herself, "How sweet."

Yukiko sighed. "Fine," she grunted. "Since hunger made your brain go haywire and I wouldn't want to be blamed when you collapse on the street, I'll be treating you."

Kamui's smile widened and his azure eyes twinkled once again.

"But you'll be paying me later," she added.

"Yes, yes, I'll pay you...someday." He winked at her.

Her face deadpanned. "You're not planning to pay, are you?"

"Who knows?"

I was surprised when I reached for your shoulders, but now that I think about it, I'm glad I did.

- Kamui