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A chipper tone gleamed through the room, halting not only Gintoki's reading, but Shinpachi's fake organizing. Kamui pulled his phone from his pocket. Opened it, and Ame pushed herself into view as a nearly transparent screen was projected from the phone and formed in front of them. A familiar expressionless man came into view, and from his surroundings, it was clear that he was also outside and in the city.

"Idiot Captain, where'd you run off to?" Abuto was terse and casual. As always.
"Ame broke. I needed to get her fixed."
"Again?" The older man sighed into his camera and tilted his head. "So you're at the hospital again?"
Shaking his head Kamui grinned.
"No we're at the..." He paused and glanced up at Kagura. "What's this place called again?"
"Yorozuya, aru." She answered, and Kamui nodded.
"Yorozuya." He echoed,
"No, you gotta say it with feeling!" Kagura jumped forward, and her arms came into sight on Abuto's side of the video as she grabbed Kamui's cheeks. Dramatically pulled the sides in opposite directions to stretch his face into an impossible grimace before he smacked her hands away. "Like Yorozuya!"
"Yorozuya!" Ame grinned, and Abuto sighed. Kagura commended the woman as Kamui turned to stare at her.

Sighing once more, Abuto shook his head.
"I'll figure out how to get there." Neither Kamui nor Ame could interject estimations of land and turns before he muttered. "Getting directions from an idiot would be idiotic."
"See ya soon!" Grinning, Kamui raised a single hand to wave. Abuto shut his video feed and speaker off, still eyeing them. Didn't wave or return the cheerful expression.

With the older Yato gone, Kamui stood up and studied the room once more. Ame leaned back against the couch as he walked over to Gintoki's desk, and Shinpachi shied away from his presence. The silver haired samurai was reading JUMP. It must have been a good scene, too, because he hadn't turned the page in over twenty minutes. Something worth rereading. Planting his weight on the edge of the desk, Kamui crossed his arms and watched as Kagura excitedly waved her arms at Ame. The older woman was staring at his sister from over the rim of her cup with a long face.

"And then Gin-Chan turned around and boom!" Waving both of her arms into a large circle around her body, Kagura leaned back and turned her lower lip up. "And the guy got his gun and was like chachachachacha-" Kagura jerked her arms up as if she was cradling a machine gun and pivoted on her heel to sweep over the room with invisible bullets.

"So Kagura lives here, huh?" Glancing towards Gintoki, Kamui caught the man's crimson eyes. His tone was unreadable, as well as his face, and the silver haired samurai fought against his instinct to lean up.

"Y- yeah." He flinched at his own stammer.
"Just the two of you?"
"Uh, yeah... But it's nothing weird! I swear!"

Kamui hummed under his breath and turned back to the girls. Kicked his feet up as he leaned onto Gintoki's desk and watched more enthusiastic replays of some recent adventure, as Kagura put it.

"Blam!" Kagura exclaimed, and Ame set her cup down. Promptly nodded to the girl in front of her. As the men focused on the wildly dramatic portrayals of a fight, Gintoki sank back into his chair again. From the way things were going, it really seemed like an innocent visit. Kamui hadn't raised a single hand towards anybody- aside from his little... Territorial pissing, so to speak.

"Ya know, you can take her with ya if ya want. She's a real pain." Propping his feet on the desk, Gintoki sank back into his manga. Kamui barely turned. Tilted his head back questioningly. "You two eat so much; we'll have to starve for a month to cope with your visit." The Yorozuya chuckled under his breath. Still tilting back to watch the man, Kamui tightened his crossed arms. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sliver of sukonbu that Kagura hadn't realized she'd been relieved of.

"Hmm... We can supply some food." He offered. "Only a little though... A tiny bit." Pulling the wrapper open, Kamui angled his body to the side and stared at the seaweed. "You did welcome us and let Ame sew herself." Glancing off to the side, the Yato pushed his snack into his mouth. Kagura was still waving her arms over her head. Ame blankly watched. "So I guess I can share a little food with you." He shoved the sukonbu into his mouth in one go, then beamed at Gintoki. Frowning, Gintoki peered at the woman behind Kamui.

"Th- thanks, but it's okay... I was being sarcastic." His jaw tightened and sweat started to bead on his brow again, but Kamui seemed genuinely surprised.
"Oh." Two innocent wide eyes set on the Yorozuya again. "Alright then." Grinning, Kamui started to offer his back, but Gintoki continued. He leaned up and his feet fell from the desk.

"Ya know, it's not just the food, she breaks shit all the time. She gets upset with something and smash, it's destroyed. That includes me too." Serious as he was, all Kamui gave was a hearty chuckle. Kagura was right. Humans were fragile. "Ya know it's not funny! That damn pet she brought in messes shit up too!"
"Gin-San..." Shinpachi raised his hands in an attempt to manually lower Gintoki's voice, but Kamui only turned back. Was fully intrigued.
"Pet?" Pleasant surprise rang in his voice, and Gintoki knew Kamui had no idea. He didn't know their suffering.
"Yeah, Sadaharu."
"Sadaharu?" Eyes to the ceiling, Kamui thought back to Kagura's bunny. The bunny never broke things. He was sure there was another Sadaharu, too. Before he could jog his memory, Gintoki was nodding.
"Uh, yeah," The silver haired samurai called out to the dog, and it's footsteps rang through the house before it came into sight. Predicting the oncoming disaster, Shinpachi rushed to the door to pull it open, but before he could so much as touch it, it sprang from its frame and tore over his head. The white dog bounded into the room. Oblivious to its path of destruction. From its side, Shinpachi glared at his boss; glasses crooked and captured by the fragile paper of the door.

Suppressing a grin, Gintoki snickered sheepishly.

"I guess the door was my fault, but Shinpachi why did your head but a hole through my door!?"
"Gin-San it's your fault!"
"No it's not!"

As Gintoki barked back at the boy, Kamui pushed himself from the desk. He passed between Kagura and Ame, and stood eye to eye with the oversized dog. Raised a brow to study it. Sadaharu's tail wagged as he looked up at Kamui, and as the Yato reached out to touch the dog, a sturdy pair of jowls closed around his head.

Complete silence fell over the room. Every single person flinched at the sight of Kamui's head being devoured by the family pet. Wide eyed, Gintoki had jumped to his feet. The tense atmosphere was prolonged by Kamui's lack of movement, and it became unclear whether he would smash the dog or spare his life from some corner of pity in his heart. Then his arms lifted. He pried the dog away and reclaimed his bearings. His eyes had fully opened and he glared at the dog as it continued to wag its tail.

"Nii-Nii don't hurt Sadaharu he's just being friendly!" Shouting at the man though he was barely a meter away, Kagura whipped around to face him. Kamui's narrowed eyes set on his sister.
"He bit me, how is that friendly?"
"When I bite you it's friendly." Grinning the words, Ame lifted her vodka. Kamui's attention snapped to her and his mouth opened, then shut. The Yato's brows twitched and he turned he bright red. Coughed into his fist as he started across the room. Avoided the eyes the had set on him.

"Where is Abuto? Abuto is supposed to be here any minute now..."
Laughing to herself, Ame fell back onto the couch and held the bottle up to Gintoki. Grinned at him with a flushed face.
"This is good! Earth booze is good booze!" She sang the words and he couldn't help but cheekily return her expression. Nodded. He knew the feeling of having to drink Amanto liquor, it just wasn't suited for human tastes. Unless said human was a rich diplomat.
"Oh, yeah, I got some decent whiskey in the kitchen. Can't use the expensive stuff on-"

Ame tilted the last of the bottle upwards, and a trail drizzled down her chin. The moment he saw it drip onto her shirt, Gintoki's sentence died in his throat. He turned his head in an attempt to stifle his stare as she glanced down at her chest and frowned. The woman swore under her breath. Then she laughed. As if she wasn't endangering the lives of him and the pair of glasses that had obviously been watching as he freed himself from the broken door.

Just as her shirt was pulled up, Kamui jumped to her side and yanked it back down, slack jawed and just as panicked as Gintoki. Bent in front of her to fix her clothes and bat her hands away.

"Human, quit it!"
"Ame, quit it." Correcting the man, Ame giggled to herself. Her arms snaked around his neck and she pulled him an inch closer before he straightened his posture and stood. Took her with him and held his hands out as if she had a gun. Red faced, Kamui stared down at the woman hanging around him. She was doing that thing again. Trying to get him to sleep with her; with her narrowed eyes and wide smirk. But she was injured! The woman wiggled from the couch and his face fell as she slurred his name.

Across the room, a low snicker erupted from Gintoki, and Kamui whipped around to face him, still supporting the woman's weight. Turning his head, the silver haired samurai propped his JUMP between them, and Shinpachi turned to a window as if it was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen. Behind Kamui, he found that his sister was conflicted.

Her face was stuck between thinking it was adorable or disgusting, and she still hadn't picked a side. Maybe he really did need to sleep with Ame again. Just a little bit. It had been weeks. She had approached him almost every day, and tried to feel him up in bed multiple times. Most nights he had to pretend to be busy for a few hours and return only when he was sure that she was sleeping. And her drinking had increased. But she had to understand that it wasn't just her.
The constant clothes slips and cornering him while he was alone walking the ship had an impact. But she was injured. He couldn't just grab her as he usually would. He'd be too rough when he finally did. And her supposedly innocent towel clad walks out of the shower weren't helping. It wasn't possible to forget a change of clothes that many times. Or to drop said towel and bend over as she had, it wasn't funny! He was genuinely concerned for her fragile human body, and she kept doing things! Even if he looked away, she'd lure him back with a subtle murmur. Was using her military experience against him and far too tactful to ignore.

Like the previous night when she stripped and asked if he remembered sex. Of course he did! She was the one that- he wasn't going to be swayed. They needed to be cautious and if she kept breaking, he wouldn't be able to touch her at all! At this rate, she wouldn't be able to move in the morning, and it wouldn't be because of something fun.

A low ding resonated through the house and Kamui turned towards the entrance as Shinpachi shuffled from the room and to the door