How could one discern time in space? One really couldn't. It just depended on an internal clock, or the clock on their wrist. Other then that, it was impossible to know. Everybody seemed to be on their own schedules. Ame and Kamui stuck to earth time, while others did as they pleased. Tired from all of the planning she had done, Ame returned to the room Kamui had assigned her. Her first few nights on the ship she remained awake, not trusting the Yato. She still didn't. The next two she slept in an air vent, watching the room. Kamui had come in occasionally but other then that, nobody disturbed her. Figuring that it was safe to use the bed he had ordered some men to prepare for her, she laid down on her side.

She had fallen into a light slumber when the door creaked open. Pretending to still be asleep, she listened to the approaching footsteps. Was it Kamui? Had he come to kill her, instead of waiting for a fight? She was roughly pulled onto her back, and peered up at the person responsible. Three men stood over her, all a considerable size.
"Oi... Don't make a sound..." The man who pulled her over was the first to speak. She recognized him as the man who was inquiring about Kamui's intentions for her. He was a stocky Yato, with short black hair. His green eyes burned into her hazel ones, and she scowled up at him. She was sure that she could take him out, but with the other two there...
One man with blonde hair stood by the door. Another with black hair was smirking down at her from the foot of her futon.

Kamui was just about to take a shower when he realized that the human woman hadn't eaten as far as he was concerned. Sighing to himself, he decided to take her something. Normally she wasn't in her room, but the ship was large. He would check there first, and if she wasn't there he would ask around. After grabbing a small plate of rice balls, he walked in the direction of her assigned room.

Thinking quickly, Ame kneed the man over her. He seemed stunned by her action, and fell to the side. The other two lunged towards her, grabbing her arms, and legs. Their grip was tight, and she hissed in protest, struggling against them. They were holding her so firmly that she was suspended over the futon, giving her no grounds to fight upon.
"A fighter, eh?" The first man leaned over her, smirking darkly. She stopped moving, and glared at him. Without a word, he snatched her shirt, shredding the fabric. The other two chuckled at her hateful expression. This was too much for her, she couldn't fight all three of them. The largest man stood up, unbuttoning his pants, and Ame watched him, plotting an attack.
Before the man could drop his clothes, the door opened, and a hand burst through his chest.
He stared down at said hand, stunned.
"I said she was mine." The two holding her limbs released the woman, and she dropped to the bed. A small yelp of surprise escaped her, as she landed, and soon the large man fell beside her. Behind him stood a shirtless Kamui, donning an evil smirk.

"Captain!" The two men remaining bowed to him, and he eyed them.
"What were you doing?" Kamui asked, and they shook their heads, offering excuses. "Checking on her" or "welcoming her to the ship". Kamui didn't seem impressed. The two men dashed past him, and Ame peered up at him wide eyed. After noting the words tattooed under her left collar bone, he walked to her side. It said "Fate, Change And Memory" Kamui placed the plate of rice balls beside her, kneeling at her side.
"Human, have you eaten?" The care free grin had slipped back to his face, and she didn't know what to say. The man she was planning to kill had just practically saved her. Well, literally, but she didn't want to give him so much credit. Without a second thought she threw her arms around the man.

The grin slipped from his face, and he curiously peered at the woman holding his hands out and away from her.
"H- Human... You don't have a shirt on..."
There was still a bra between them, but the skin to skin contact was undeniable. It felt... Weird to him. She didn't release him, and he remained in place, unsure of how to react. The woman hadn't paid any attention to his arm which was covered in blood. It didn't faze her at all, and that confused him.
"You... I couldn't stop them by myself..." She murmured the words, and he continued to stare at her. An earthy aroma surrounded the woman, and he shifted his gaze.
"Get off..." He commanded, but she ignored him.

After another second she released him, and peered at the rice balls.
"I owe you my thanks... But don't think that I forgive you... My comrades..." The icy tone had crept back into her voice. When she glanced at him, she was surprised to find that his face had flushed.
"What?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at Kamui. He didn't respond. Just stared at her for a second before raising to his feet, and exiting the room.

Moments later he returned. She was eating the food, and glanced up at him. He didn't say a word, just threw a shirt in the room and briskly walked away. Odd.
It was a black tank top, and Ame quickly tugged it on. She opted to sleep in the air vent again, pulling her futon inside with herself. That hug was a brief lapse in judgement. It would not happen again. A man came and dragged the body of the large Amanto man out of her room.

The night was spent in a light cat nap. She couldn't relax. Not after what happened. Just how badly were the Yato on this ship in need? A woman couldn't even be around them for a week without practically being attacked. Well, literally. It was understandable to a degree; she hadn't had any form of release in a while as well, but it wasn't serious enough to try to take it from anybody. When morning arrived, she heard whispers of approaching a planet. Nobody would speak to her still; not that she had any desire to converse with the murderers. As she gazed out of the window, Kamui reached the top of the short staircase beside her.
Ame peered at him silently, waiting for the man to speak.

Grinning, he turned to face the window as well. Neither of them spoke for what felt like hours, and for some reason the air grew thick. Well, at least to Ame it did.
Kamui seemed normal; smiling, and being generally up beat. It pissed her off. How could he kill her allies, and stand beside her grinning as if there was no tomorrow? What was his problem? Suddenly angered she stormed away, leaving a very confused Kamui peering after her.