A wise commander takes measures to let his opponent only react to the wrong circumstances. If everything that was attempted during war was out in the open the opposing party could always prepare for the oncoming attack with ease. That's where deception came in. If one can manage to perfectly conceal their intentions, they had the upper hand. Never reveal plans until it was too late to react, ergo the enemy could only sustain the damage, and hope to recover. While they 'recover' the opposing side maintained the power position, and had them at their disposal. Consequently, they either begged for mercy, or accepted defeat, and subsequent annihilation. Simple.
Twenty-four hours spent deprived of sleep or food left Ame in the perfect state of mind to plan. She would conquer the beast that was Kamui, and he would revel in her tactics, only to be slain in the end. She could see it now, and the thought of basking in her victory caused excitement to buzz within her limbs. A very sinister, raw form of excitement. Though it was mandatory to allow her wound to heal, she could not let herself fall into the position of the weaker army. An army of one was all that was necessary. She had all of the help she needed. It seemed more important to build her strength; keep pushing forward until she achieved the success she had been aiming for. Kamui had messed with the wrong group, and though only one remained that one would be his down fall.
The ship made an unexpected stop in a town, and once again she watched the Yato leave. Kamui gazed on from the loading dock, looking like a very fine captain indeed. And now was the perfect moment to raise her false flag, so to speak. After taking a short moment to study his back, she walked to his side. The Yato was once again grinning darkly, and the expression caused an odd twinge of interest to stir within her. A formidable opponent indeed.
Operation Mongoose would commence. After a long night of contemplation a mongoose was dubbed the most fit animal to name her plan after. It would befriend a snake and convince it that it had no intention of harming it, but in the end would bite it's neck, thus killing it's 'friend' and earning a meal. Kamui glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, more focused on the food that would be brought back to the ship. He was hungry, and tonight he would feast.
The smell of fresh rain hung on the breeze from the open hatch door, which was leaning on the ground.
"Kamui." She greeted, realizing that she had to say something other than his name to befriend him. He stood with his arms crossed, and his ahoge gently swayed with a gust of wind, contrasting with his tough stance. He didn't really respond, muttered something like "Oh, Human, you're here again" and left it at that.
What did people do to become friends? What defined the bonds of friendship? That was something she would have to analyze... For now she would just stand. Ame crossed her arms as well, peering at the town which was just beyond a small plot of crops. Bright sunshine and green grass seemed to be a foreign sight, as she had been on a ship for over two weeks, including the time before she had met Kamui. A kind expression was too difficult to force at that moment, so she just stared on, not speaking. What could she say to him? Something that didn't let on to the fact that she was plotting against him, or hated him.
Narrowing her eyes at the man she realized she had to spend more time thinking. To fabricate an impervious web of action, and schemes. Only then would she be ready. It seemed like the most important part of the plan was forming a mutual acquaintance relationship, and build from there.
Warm air from the world outside blew her dark hair back, and she sighed. This was going to take longer then she had imagined. Be more tedious then assumed, but it was worth it. If time was not for revenge, then what else? Walking to the edge of the loading dock, Ame sat down, preferring to take in all of the fresh air that was possible. It smelled of some sort of flower, and golden rays of sunshine, if the sun even had smell. What it definitely did have was the power to warm a person from the inside out, and Ame remained in place, ignoring the set of eyes which had locked onto her back.
Soon footsteps approached her, and Kamui sat down by her side, shielding himself with an umbrella.
"What are you looking at?"
The question was slightly amusing, and Ame glanced at Kamui for a split second.
"Everything... The world." She stated, and though he wasn't positive Kamui thought he heard her voice soften. It was only for a split second,and she immediately corrected her tone. He gazed at her for a moment, wondering just what 'everything' was. Turning to face the man she sighed. "Kamui, you've yet to kill me. Why?" For once he didn't smile, he just peered at her peculiarly.
"You need to recover, don't you?"
A dry chuckle escaped the woman's lips, as she shifted her attention to the field of food before them.
"Look... A mango tree." Pointing in the direction of the tree in question, Ame rose to her feet. When Kamui remained in place, she peered down at him, raising an eyebrow. "Want one?"
It took a moment for him to respond, and when he did it was just a simple nod. She started towards the fruit tree, stepping off of the ship. The tree was easily eight meters high, and thick leaves provided an ample amount of shade around the stump. Kamui started after her, and she reached into the foliage, pulling out a scarlet mango.
When he neared her, she extended the fruit towards him, and he slowly accepted the crop. Seconds later, she was holding one for herself, and Kamui eyed the produce.
"What does it taste like?"
"Sunshine." She stated flatly.
Interesting. A fruit that tasted like sunshine. That was one thing that Kamui was sure he had never tasted before. He bit into the fruit, and was met with and explosion of juice, accompanied with snickering from the woman.
"You're supposed to peel it first..." Digging her short nails into the tender flesh of the mango she pulled it away revealing the golden treat within. Kamui started to ravenously tear into the fruit, skin and all. When he reached the seed, he bit it a few times before chucking it away and pulling another from the tree. Surprise rippled through Ame, as she watched him devour the harvest at a frightening speed. The man started to circle around the tree, pulling a plethora of fruit from the limbs, and she hadn't even taken two bites yet.
Shrugging to herself, she climbed onto a low branch of the tree and sat down, still observing him. So he liked food, huh?
When there was nothing to be found on the lower level of the tree. Kamui climbed onto the branch beside her. There were a few mangoes hanging in front of the two, and he grabbed one. Well, at least he was getting it in his mouth, and not all over his face. The fruit she held was slowly disappearing, and Kamui seemed to be on cloud nine.
"Captain- We've received the shipment!"
A voice caused them both to gaze at the entrance of the ship. A man with blonde hair, and clothed in black stood at the entrance of the hatch, and Kamui jumped to the ground.
"Alright, take it to the kitchen!" Once again a large grin had spread across Kamui's face. He held his umbrella over himself, as he walked to the man's side.
Sighing to herself, Ame dropped to the ground below.
