Almost a week had passed, and Ame spent most nights with Kamui. Though she could be pretty cruel with her words at times, he was starting to understand the woman. Well, sort of. Whenever things didn't go his way, Kamui could easily pull off pouting to change the circumstances. Though the woman had been through academy and been hardened through the years, she was weak against his expressions. Haha. He was superior. Yet another not so hard day passed. Kamui slayed a man who had for some reason been seeking him. It was a rather unusual predicament, as most of the time Kamui had to do the hunting, but welcomed nonetheless.

Ame stood by the window, watching the ship raise from the ground. Seeing his lover, Kamui walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her hips. Though he was sprinkled with blood, she never seemed to mind.
"How'd it go?" She asked, not even bothering to look at him. Despite her slight aloof manner, she raised a hand to his shoulder; gripping his sleeve.
"It was fun." Kamui stated, grinning. Ame nodded slowly, and turned to face him. She fixed her hazel eyes on the man, and leaned back into the rail.
"Glad to know it..." The woman raised a hand to his cheek, and wiped some blood away.
"Guess there's no point in only getting one drop, huh? Doesn't make much of a difference when you're soaked in it..." She wiped another bit, and the scenery behind her changed from a sunny day overlooking a lake to an impossibly blue sky. Instead of answering, Kamui just offered a smile, and released her.
"Taking a shower." He stated, and she nodded, crossing her arms.

When the Yato returned to his room, he was surprised to find no traps. It was Thursday, Ame never skipped a day. Well, Kamui had talked her into skipping Monday for some "play time" but she vowed to pick a random day to catch him off guard. A safe shower was practically impossible, yet there were once again no traps. Growing suspicious, Kamui gazed around the shower, expecting something- anything to pop out no nowhere. If nothing happened, that was probably a bad sign. No, that was definitely a bad sign, as it only meant something horrible would occur in the near future. Ame had seemed distant... She only made that face when she though she had something really good planned... Shit. She could be a wild card at times, making a string of horrible events pass when only given a toothbrush, and some baking soda. And she wasn't brushing her teeth... Or cleaning.

Moving to his room, Kamui hesitantly walked to his dresser. When he opened the drawers, he leaned back, taking care to keep out of the way of any form of unanticipated danger. Yet there was still no death provoking arrangement. Now he was worried. Was it that she had given up? Could she have found somebody else to kill?! Or maybe this was her way of saying she needed a break... After pulling his clothes on, Kamui rushed back to the window. Ame was guiltily gazing at the stars with her arms crossed. She appeared to be slightly grieved, and though her profile was cute, Kamui couldn't focus on that.
"Ame!"

She turned to face him wide eyed, as if he had caught her in the midst of some scandalous act. The woman watched him as he stepped to her side, her expression unchanging. Though most men would be happy that their girlfriend had stopped trying to kill them, Kamui was... Strange. A simple question like "hey, uh, noticed you aren't trying to heinously murder me today... What's goin' on there?" would probably not be spoken in such a casual tone, (if ever spoken at all) by anybody, but this Yato was different.

"Where are your traps? Why haven't you set anything up?"
Shifting her gaze Ame sighed.
"Why are you questioning me?" Turning back towards the rail Ame fixed her gaze on the many passing bits of dust in space.
"What's going on?" Kamui asked, and Ame shook her head.
"Everything is normal, Captain."
Shaking his head, Kamui turned the woman to face himself.
"Normal? You're calling me Captain! And you haven't tried to kill me!"

Ame glanced at a few passing men, not particularly fond of the idea of the Yato knowing she was there to kill their Captain. Sighing, she placed a hand on his chest.
"Calm down..." Leaving it at that, Ame walked away. Completely confused, and slightly alarmed, Kamui watched her leave. When the woman was out of sight, he started back towards his room. Something was wrong. He just knew it. But there was no evidence...

Hours had passed, and Kamui laid in his bed. Alone. It was odd, to actually sleep alone after him and Ame started their relationship, or whatever you may call it. Still, there were occasional nights that she decided to stay awake and roam the ship. She seemed to be lost in thought most of the day, and though it made her appear to be distant at times, it became apparent that she was always paying attention. The woman claimed that it was a side effect of war. Now if only Kamui could get her to talk about these wars, or herself.
He knew she had to be older then him, probably by only a few years. He also knew that she didn't communicate with her family. Ame had mused that they probably thought she was dead, and if she called them most likely they would be scared. But he didn't know why a simple call would have that effect. He guessed it was for the better though, as relationships such as theirs could be seen as taboo. The woman wasn't picky about food, or anything else for that matter. Most of the time, she seemed to just breeze along, only wasting thought or time on either him, or her schemes. If Kamui ever asked her a question about herself, she wouldn't give straight answers. Instead, the woman would ask him what he thought, or for his assumptions. Smirk to herself or chuckle as he tried to guess. It was fun, but he rarely learned more about her.

As Kamui turned over in his bed he sighed. While Ame wasn't a hard woman to get along with, she was elusive and for the most part silent. He wished she would speak more, but any time he brought it up she would snicker and say "In due time". Not very informative. Drifting off, the man felt himself relax. Hopefully in the morning, Ame would slip into his bed as usual, and he could sleep in with her. Not even ten minutes passed before Kamui awoke. The sound of rushing air filled the room, and a cool wind graced his skin.
Chalking it up to the air conditioning, he willed himself to go back to sleep. But something about the wind... It smelled funny. Like chemicals. Upon opening his eyes, Kamui felt immediate panic surge inside of himself. A ghastly white cloud was seeping into his room from the air vent over head. It was blowing right on him. Wide eyed, Kamui jumped to his feet. The man rushed straight towards the door, barely managing to pull a robe over himself. If the plume of smog wasn't alarming enough the doorknob broke off in his hands. Shit. After trying to replace said doorknob the man dashed to the bathroom, only to find that even that room was quickly filling with smoke.

Back at the door, Kamui decided to just break it open. He shoved against it with an open palm, and said door shot back providing a safe escape. Apparently only his room was the one filling up with the toxic gas. Though he knew he should be, at the very least, alarmed, Kamui couldn't help but smile. Something so unexpected was fun, and even if it seemed extreme at the moment, the fact that Ame had set up a trap showed that she still cared.

When he found the woman, she was walking the halls as usual. A smirk curled her lips as Kamui approached.
"Ame! I thought you had given up."
Shaking her head, she peered up at the man, ignoring the various Yato in the halls.
"Of course not."
"But where do I sleep now?" He asked, unable to contain the wide grin curling his lips.
"It should wear off in an hour of so..." The woman stated, crossing her arms.
Sighing, she glanced over the men on the ship.
"If only you had fallen asleep faster... I thought I'd timed it right too... But I'll join you when it's finished."
Peering down at the woman, Kamui was met with a slight smirk. For some reason he couldn't help but think she was relieved that he escaped. That she had been worried about him earlier.