A/N: Disclaimer first, I don't own Gintama or any of the characters aside from my OCs. This story started as a personal project for a friend, Noniebee, (4352183) and she dreamed and thought it up. It's a continuation of the last Kamui story I wrote with the same OCs, and picks up a little while after the last left off. Props go to Noniebee for coming up with this and prompting me to write it into existence. My writing style has changed since the first (refined, maybe) but I'll try to keep it consistent. Hope you all like, and please R&R to tell me what you think about it! :)

Earth. Kamui had never been particularly fond of the planet for reasons ranging from its super-charged sun to its xenophobic natives. An occasional stop was warranted to celebrate its only redeeming quality; the food. But he had found another thing to add to his list of peeves about the planet. The hospitals. After his Human, Ame, broke, Kamui was forced to make a quickstop on earth and rush her to the hospital, in which the nurse proclaimed that it was a code orange with a hint of dusty sunset red and whisked her away. One pop in from Kagura and Umibouzu, and the entire ordeal had been far more annoying than it should have.

Since then, they had remained on earth. She was allowed to leave the hospital and back on his ship, but had to return for daily check ups. Healed to a point of comfort, Ame kept a habit of going out daily, whether to drink or just walk. Claimed it helped with her calve. On this particular day, they had just completed the forms and took their leave. The moment the double doors slid shut behind them, Ame stretched and raked a hand through her chocolate locks. A long sigh escaped the woman, and Kamui opened his umbrella.

"It's hot, let's get some ice cream." Blue eyes locked on the woman and Kamui nodded once. It was a great idea. They should get ten ice creams.
Safely tucked under his umbrella, Kamui walked alongside the woman, occasionally glancing over to reassure himself that she was fine to be out in the heat. The minor cuts of her face and arms had shallowed, but the stitches still remained. During the week they had been there, Kamui had promised himself one thing. If Ame ever snuck off his ship to fight with them again, he was going to lock her in a closet until he got back. Strong as she thought she was, war experience on earth wasn't enough to warrant her frolicking across his battlefields with her flimsy little knives and close combat skills.
The biweekly deathtraps had returned and all was well in the world.

They stopped at a stand on the side of the road and purchased a double scoop apiece. Strolled to a nearby park to sit on the swings while they ate. A gust of wind picked up the edge of Kamui's braid, and Ame found her eyes settling on the man. He was so preoccupied with his food. Had started grinning as he always did. He practically inhaled the first scoop, yet the moment it hit the back of his tongue, he froze. The man's eyes tightened, and he glared down at his cone as if it had wronged him in some way.
And it had.

Frowning at the sudden change, Ame flicked her eyes between the ice cream and Kamui. Was it... Brain freeze? Was he contemplating smashing the frozen delight?
"Captain, you should slow down."
Kamui turned to the woman perturbed. Not fond of the regressive way she addressed her. Averting her gaze, Ame skipped correcting herself or apologizing. She slipped up; it happened. He let it go, and returned to his ice cream. The man shrugged his minor annoyance away and obliged with her advice. Slowed his motions to a a sloth's pace, fully anticipating the moment his ice cream would finally make contact with his mouth. It was so close, yet so far away. At his rate, maybe a full thirty seconds.

With a raised brow, Ame felt her mouth curve upwards at the sight of him moving in slow motion. As if somebody had reduced his speed to a fraction of a quarter. Laughter erupted from her core and she nearly doubled over in her seat. Pushing the chain of his swing, the woman was propelled in the opposite direction. Kamui hadn't expected it. He nearly lost his balance and turned back to the woman, his auburn brow cinched together. He pouted. Shot her down with his look, but Ame couldn't stop laughing.

Couldn't believe that he taken her so literally again, but enjoyed the outcome nonetheless. Again, she laughed at him, and Kamui shoved her swing away. It was gentle to him. Hardly any force had been behind his hand, but the woman shot to the side and the chains carried her back to bother his own swing. She yanked it towards herself and pushed away, rattled the chain in her hand, and Kamui tussled with her hand. Tried to fend it off while jerking her around as much as she was harassing his swing, and grinning at the sudden challenge.

What could he say? His Human was bold like that. She wasn't afraid of him and constantly pestered him when something was on his mind. She was bossy, and determined. And it was Monday. That meant she'd set a trap for him, somewhere in his ship. Expected him to disarm it or avoid grave injury. It was a fun game. Payback for killing her loved ones. But he liked that too. She kept things interesting in space whenever they'd travel. So far, he'd avoided a bowling ball, shards of flying glass, and an heat seeking fan gone crazy. Sharpened tooth brushes and rolling shoes that had been so conveniently place in front of his shower to project him into scalding water.

He honestly didn't think she was trying to kill him anymore. Not much. She was just laughing in private. But he could definitely die if he didn't figure her tricks out beforehand.

One sharp shove at his swing sent his ice cream to the ground, cone and all. Their game came to a screeching halt as they stared at the quickly melting treat; riddled with sand and unfit for consumption. Angling his head up towards the woman, Kamui narrowed his eyes. He glared at her and his full murderous intent emanated around him in a dark aura that she was all too aware of. Ame's brow raised, and she held the Yato's malicious gaze.

She predicted his first swipe. Managed to throw her weight out of the swing before he lunged at her. Dodging his hand, Ame leapt back a second time. The man's braid trailed behind him as he swept his arm towards her again, and she stumbled to the side. Behind her, a sandbox almost tripped her up, and Ame found her footing as she dodged another attempt at retribution. But the sand caved under her weight and discombobulated her long enough to the Kamui to make contact. His arm swept into her side, and her weight left her bearings as she was flung away. The breath was knocked out of her by the solid bark of a tree, and Ame slumped forward to grasp her ribs and stomach.

To force breath back into her unruly lungs and stabilize herself. Pain had shot through her and stunted her movement

"Whoops." As the woman pushed herself straight against the tree, Kamui walked to her side. Kneeled down to meet her hazel eyes, smiling as he usually did. She hated that expression right now. The moment they got back to the ship she was going to up her trap. Flaming razor blades. That would teach him.
"Dickhead-" Spitting the insult, she eyed the crouching man. His gaze didn't leave her. He kept on smiling, like his head really was empty. "I was gonna give you my ice cream but now they're both ruined!" Pointing towards her dropped cone behind him, Ame scowled. Kamui glanced back. Saw that she was right; he'd killed her food too. It couldn't be helped. Offering his hand, Kamui pulled the woman to her feet. She drew a breath as she moved, yet the moment he had her up, her hand left his.

Clasped her stomach, and she doubled over, briefly, hissing.

Frowning, Kamui followed her motion and stared at her hands. Tried to figure out what was wrong with her this time. Ame turned her glanced to the side and her lips pulled up to expose her teeth as she breathed to nobody in particular.

"Ow..." Her shirt was black. He couldn't see the blood if he wanted to, but he could smell it. Kamui had almost forgotten that she was injured. She seemed fine. Humans just took a long time to heal. Ame pulled her shirt up and stared at the line of stitches that stretched down her waist and belly. Sure enough, a number of them had given under the force of his arm, and blood smeared across the edges.

"Human, you're pale."
"Ame," She corrected, and Kamui made a mental note for the hundredth time. "Maybe it's because you beat me and I should expose you to the world."
Frowning, the man met her gaze as she lowered her shirt and gave a grimace of a smirk. Tried to be condescending.
"Don't say that!"
Ame laughed to herself and shook her head.
"Or maybe it's because you're holding out and I'm sexually frustrated."
"You're injured!" Drawing his shoulders in, the man exclaimed his only justification. He'd been telling her that since she'd woken up, and it felt worse each time. Sure, she was kind of hurt, but not that badly. Like she could die, but it would be worth it.
Totally worth it.

Before she could push her point, a loud voice shattered their conversation. Caused both of them to look behind the tree at their company.
"Who has been messing up the kindo- the queen-dome of the almighty Kabuki district queen?!" A ginger-headed girl with a bun on either side of her head stepped around the tree trunk and proclaimed her territory. Recognition sparkled across her blue eyes, and her pompous air fell. Was replaced with mild interest. "Oh. Baka-Nii and Baka-Nii's Human."

"Ame!" Gripping her injury, the woman huffed her own name at the Yato siblings. Was mostly ignored. Kagura turned to Kamui and her gaze barely parted from Ame's stomach.

"You broke your Human again? You gotta be more careful, Humans are weak and feeble!"

"I know." His pointer finger poked into Ame's forehead, and she eyed him as he turned to her. "How bad is it, feeble Human?" A large grin parted the man's lips, and at his side, his sister mimicked the expression. Batting his hand away, Ame rolled her eyes.

"Fine I guess... But the feeble Human needs stitches."
As she spoke, Kagura reached into her pocket and Kamui frowned.

"Again?" His head tilted and his smile fell to be replaced with genuine curiosity. "What's your fascination with sewing your own skin?"

"Baka-Nii, Humans need ta be sewed up!" The girl opened a package of sunkonbu and tore her teeth into it. Chewed as she pointed at Ame. "They don't heal easy. They can't even heal a gunshot wound in a day." Like that was supposed to be normal, Ame thought to herself. Gunshot wounds being healed in one day, that was definitely not a standard for most races, Amanto or not. With a heavy sigh, Kagura turned on her heel, and her umbrella twirled behind her as she did so. "Gin-Chan has Human stuff. Come this way."

Glancing towards Kamui, Ame stooped to pick up his parasol. She offered it back, and instead of accepting, he scooped her up.
"Your leg is still hurt." His gaze was equally curious and he started after his sister.

A/N: First chapter done! There are more already written, but I'll try to pace posting them. So, what did you think? Good start? :D