A/N: Chapter two! These will be posted depending on how quickly I'm writing, but there are over eight chapters completed you all for reading, and don't forget to drop me a review and let me know what you think! As before, loads of credit to Noniebee (4352183)for reviving this pairing!

It was a short walk. The moment they transcended the stairs, Kagura bounced into the house and called out to her mysterious housemate. Dropped her umbrella at the genkan as Kamui and Ame removed their shoes.

"Gin-Chan, bring your needle box!" As she pulled the door open, a silver haired man came into view, lazing on the couch. His feet dropped from the table and he jeered back at the girl as if he had been in the middle of something important.

"Oi, oi, stop yelling! The med kit? If you steal all the band-aids again I'll-" The moment Ame stepped through the door with Kamui, the silver haired samurai froze. Beside him, a boy with black hair gawked at the pair. The sign on the back wall read 'sugar content', and the room was filled and lazily pieced together with two plain blue couches. He didn't move. Kagura bounced across the room and found the box she had been referring to. Made her way to Ame's side to slip it into the woman's hands and grin.

Ame murmured her thanks and helped herself to the couch across from Gintoki with the kit, joined by Kagura. Kaumi followed. Chose to sit next to Shinpachi and sandwich him between himself and Gintoki.

"Patsuan, treat out guests." Kagura jumped onto the couch opposite of the males, and the dark haired boy eyed her. Smacking the glasses wearing boy's back, Gintoki motioned to Kamui and the unknown woman.

"Yeah, Patsuan." A tense laugh erupted from the man. "Treat our guests." As the boy stood, Kamui plopped onto the couch in his wake and Ame joined him, claiming the armrest as her own. She wasted no time in opening the kit and removing her stitches. Found a bottle of vodka for disinfectant and set to patching herself up. The room was oddly silent until Shinpachi's return. He came bearing a few bags of snacks and set them on the table.

"The tea kettle is warming up..."

Leaning forward, Kamui grabbed three crackers and shoved them into his mouth all at once. His toe bumped into the table, and she glanced over at him, sighing as she dragged her attention from the carefully placed needle in her stomach. The edges had been trimmed. Though she was bleeding anew, she needed to redo seven stitches.

"Slow down."

Kamui glanced at her from the corners of his eyes, and his muscles moved to the crawl of an ant. Hardly covered any distance, as he had before. Grinning, Ame futilely fought off a laugh.

"You idiot, stop being so stupid, I can't concentrate!" Shoving a needle through her skin, Ame shook her head. She glanced up at Kagura, of whom was seated on the couch beside her, with her feet on the cushions, rear on the backrest.

"Sorry for bleeding everywhere." Murmuring to the girl, Ame was met with a wide grin and shake of her head.

"It's okay! Glasses will clean it right up, right Glasses?" Shinpachi was barely returning to the room with a rattling tray of cups. He shakily placed an overfilling cup in front of Ame, and she offered a thankful smile as she tied a sutra. The boy forced a grin back, and the porcelain cups continued to clatter at the edge of the tray and spill over the rims. He wished he'd brought the teapot separately. Just as he set the second and last cup in front of Kamui, the liquid jumped over edge onto the Yato's knee, and Kamui shot a glare towards him that chilled his blood. Shinpachi jumped back and held the tray in front of his face, wide eyed.
He squeaked an apology. Kamui offered a sideways glance as Ame leaned forward and swiftly followed the boy up with a snicker. Met the Yato man's blue eyes. Ame sipped her pre-accident tea, still breathing her laugh and temporarily forgetting her stitches. She looked funny. Sitting there, leaned over and ignoring her own bleeding. As if her constant injury didn't warrant attention in the slightest and laughing at his annoyance took precedence over her health.

Grinning back at the woman, Kamui allowed Shinpachi to ease past him. Back to his spot sandwiched between the Yato man and Gintoki. Then gazed up at his sister, of whom was still watching Ame's first aid.

For a moment, Shinpachi caught Gintoki's crimson eyes. Panic was clear across Gintoki's face. What was with the atmosphere? Was it tense? Was it light? Who was the woman? More importantly, why was Kamui comfortably nestled beside them? Gintoki had seen the woman take a swig of his vodka. That was his vodka. She wasn't allowed to drink it, but if she was with Kamui, how could he tell her so without being subjected to a Yato smash?!

From the look in Shinpachi's glasses, it was clear. The room was so tense, but judging from the Yato siblings and the woman, it was only tense for them.

'Why must we suffer and not them?' Shooting the question at Shinpachi, Gintoki was met with a shake of the boy's head.
'That's not important.' How? That was the most important question!
Then again.
Yeah, Shinpachi needed to clean that blood before it stained their couch! Professional cleanings would be too much. As if reading his mind, Shinpachi held up a dish rag. Already knew his task. Gintoki held up a cracker he'd swiped from the table. Returned the boy's sentimentality. But Shinpachi's look gave more insight. No, the real problem was that a bloodthirsty Kamui was seated beside them; casually eating their food. They already had one redhead eating all all of the groceries, they didn't need another. Was there such thing as a Yato proof muzzle?

"Gin-San"

Wide eyed, Gintoki held up another cracker. He was sorry, but this was how he dealt with stress. The woman beside Kagura stood and took another swig of the vodka that came with Gintoki's kit. Closed the box and kept the vodka as she moved to Kamui's side before practically sitting in his lap. He scootched over and his arm fell to the back to the sofa as he eyed her.

"Human, are you better?" He poked her forehead again, the woman's brow raised at the crackers that nearly jabbed into her face.

"Ame." She corrected, and her head fell back against his arm with a sigh as he jammed the food into his mouth. She leaned up and forward. Finally met Gintoki's tense gaze with a grin. "I suppose you're the master of the house? Sorry to impose."

"N- no problem." He carefully returned her smile. Felt the sweat beading on his brow as he raised one hand. "I have no problem with a pretty lady in my house." Nervously laughing, the Yorozuya was met with a solid, lopsided grin that let on that the woman wasn't as rigid as he'd felt. She was relaxed. The alcohol must have done it, but just as Gintoki's posture fell, two beady azure irises snapped to him.

Kamui's jaw stopped working against the food he'd stuffed into his face, and his aura grew fiery as he took hold of Ame's waist and pulled her against himself. Laid a clear message out for Gintoki. Okay. Maybe she wasn't pretty. Not anymore. Gintoki wasn't looking at her.

She was squeezed against the Yato's side and placed two pleading palms against his torso.

"Captain you're-"

"Kamui." His voice was too serious to be ignored.

"Kamui- too tight-" Pushing against the man that was no longer paying attention to her, Ame fought to free her waist. "Broken ribs, remember? Fucking hell, idiot-" Her elbow jabbed into him and he turned to eye the woman. Not grinning as he usually did, but intrigued. His hand returned to her side, and she elbowed him again, laughing as he dragged her across the couch. Unable to help herself, Ame fought back. Pushed him away, and reached for the armrest. She tried to back out of Kamui's hand, but his grip remained firm. He barely edged over and brought his free hand to her opposite side. Backed into Shinpachi and forced the boy off the couch, alongside a willing Gintoki and Ame tried to pry his hands from her skin. She hit his chest. Barely managed to snake away, but the moment she was off the couch and on her feet, Kamui was there. Rose to catch her and drag her back.

Had her by the shirt and had no intention of setting her loose. The fabric almost gave under the pressure of his grip, and he released it in favor of her waist again. Hardly considered her ribs before pulling her back to the couch and locking her side against his. Still laughing, Ame turned away, but her jaw was grasped. Head was forced to face her captain, and lips nearly at his. A palm slid up her thigh, when it had gotten there was beyond her, but she swallowed a lump that blocked her throat.

He was still holding out. Damn him.

Averting her eyes, Ame took hold of Kamui's jaw and turned it to the girl across from them. His sister. Watching with steely interest and unflinching. Blank faced and far too focused on them to allow comfort.

"Your..." Glancing over the girl, Ame turned back to Kamui. At some point, her arm had encircled his back. She released him and the fabric of his shoulder bunched under her fist as she tried to unravel herself. "Your sister is here, behave yourself!"

Kagura found herself on the receiving end of a sharp glare, and stuck her tongue out. Her nose crinkled, and Kamui stuck his tongue back at her. She just wished she had a human. She was jealous. Behind the man, Gintoki moved to his desk. Shinpachi leaned back onto it, and they were subjected to the odd scene. Kamui had a woman. A human woman. Fully with him, and playing around as if he wasn't a killing machine. And she'd called him Captain. Was she full time? Always there? They didn't know, but their mutual glances let on that the alarm wasn't singular. Gin pried his eyes away and propped his feet onto his desk. Opened his JUMP to the last page he'd seen.