Everything in the room stopped when a visitor arrived. Shinpachi returned with Abuto at his side, and was gawking up at the man, wishing for the comfort of the tray he'd been safely tucked behind as a heavy hand landed on the top of his head. Twice, then the man stepped into the room.

"Oi, idiot lovebirds, time to go."

"Uh, yeah," Kamui grasped Ame's arms and peeled her off himself. Broke the contact to set her on the ground as gently as possible. He shifted in place to relieve the growing tension below his belt as discreetly as possible.

Ame grinned up at him, as though she hadn't been provoking him mere seconds before, and he eyed her. She had to know what she'd done. It was an odd expression, hers, compared to her usual scowl. Drinking, she'd be positive. Downright bubbly. But when she was sober, she would return to her steely demeanor as if nothing had changed. He walked towards the older man, and they reached the exit without a word to the people behind them. As she followed, Ame quickly turned and bowed once. Thanked them and left with the men.

Sunlight spilled through the doorway and Kamui flinched at the brightness as Abuto opened the door. The older man glanced back at him as he retreated a step to regain himself.

"What's wrong?" Ame placed a hand on his arm, and he peered at her. Shook his head and grinned.
"Nothing." He pushed his umbrella open, and that was the end of it. They stepped outside, and Kamui was forced to squint as they crossed the balcony and headed towards the stairs. The walk was comfortably silent, though the longer they traveled, the more Kamui grew aware of the heat of the day. Sunlight was reflected off every surface around them and it was terribly light out. Nearly white, and distance images danced in waves of heat on the horizon. Windows, stalls, every surface turned reflective and seemed to be aimed at him.

"Yosano!" The moment they hit the ground a gravely, distinctly feminine voice called out. Though it seemed unrelated to their group, sudden movement behind Kamui caused him to turn around. Ame, though she had been perfectly relaxed as they left, snatched something from the baggy folds of her pants and pointed directly at the source of the voice. In a flash of dull black metal, the woman that had just been wrapped around Kamui had the barrel of a gun in the face of another woman. A raven haired, pale stranger, that had apparently called out to them. A deep seated scowl hid behind a tight jaw and dead eyes, and both Kamui and Abuto came to a halt to watch the exchange.

Where the hell had Ame gotten a gun? Kamui had taken extra care to keep weapons away from her, especially on his ship, but here she was toting firearms around and pulling them out in public.

"So it is you. That's some greeting." The unfamiliar woman spoke with no hint of alarm. Her brown eyes stayed on Ame, not even straying to study her company. Likewise, Ame saw nothing but her.

"What do you want?" Introductions and formalities were skipped in favor of Ame's only question.
"Relax. Put the gun down before you get hurt."
"You rotten bitch, give me one reason not to give you a brain piercing and a pretty ring right now."
"They're watching you already." The statement sparked curiosity in Kamui and he glanced around. He had no idea what was happening, but a single sweep over their surroundings showed that there was definitely a gun in a window across the street, pointed towards his small group. On the rooftop, there was another barely over the line of the wall, doing exactly as the woman said. Watching. "Put the gun away. Let's be civil."
"I don't take orders from you." Ame's refusal earned crack of a smirk. A low rumbling chuckle and tilt of the woman's head.
"So damn rude. Old dogs really don't learn new tricks." Serene in the face of their exchanged insults, the woman asserted her opinion of Ame without a second thought. "When did you get back to earth? Where's your Captain?"

Kamui started to step forward, but a firm hand on his shoulder kept him from doing so. He glanced back at Abuto and the older man shook his head. Kept the interaction under his expressionless gaze, but made no attempt to break into it. Who was this strange woman and why was Ame letting her talk to her like that? Ame was always a little... Rough... but even her approach to the woman was unusually hostile. Though it didn't seem possible, Ame visibly tensed. She shook her head once and her gun barely lowered.

"He didn't make it. None of them did."
"Is that so?" As if deeply pondering the answer, the woman set her gaze on Kamui and Abuto, then returned to Ame. "Were you there?"
"The entire time." Nodding, Ame glanced over the woman. She wasn't reaching for a weapon or making any unnecessary movements. Didn't seem like a threat, but she also wasn't backing down.
"Lieutenant Yosano; the only survivor... Isn't that ironic?"
"Cut the shit, how did you find me?"
"You weren't exactly careful." The answer seemed to hang in the air, and as quickly as she had approached, the woman sighed and turned to the side. Ame's gun jumped back up at the movement, yet didn't go off as the woman crossed her arms. Instead, bright chocolate eyes set on Kamui once more, and he watched in full curiosity as the woman shrugged. "Well, I'm sure you gave them hell."
"I-" Glancing back at the red headed man, Ame felt herself falter. "yeah... Sure did..." Satisfied with the exchange, the woman released another breath and sank into her own crossed arms as she smiled to herself. She stared at the ground and leaned to one side, still unconcerned with the gun at her temple. Dressed too oddly to belong in the city, now that Kamui though of it. She wore an indigo shirt and black pants. A long black coat, the same shade as her hair, and dark, flat boots.

"We'll be seeing you. Let's have a drink; for old time's sake. And put that fucking toy away."

With that, the woman started down the street. Ame kept her aim on her the entire time, only dropping her arm when the two from the roof and window dissipated as quickly as they had come. Her attention stayed on the woman's back, even as Kamui approached and leaned into her line of sight.
"Yosano?"
"Don't call me that." Low and serious as the woman's voice was, Kamui grinned at her. As if his head really was empty. She tucked her gun back into her cargo pants, hating that she had been forced to show her hand in front of the Yato man. She'd be hearing about it later.
"You idiot, you don't even know her surname?"
"She's never said it before. We don't have surnames." Kamui turned to smile up at Abuto and the older Yato shook his head.
"Did you ever ask?"

"Let's get out of here." Ame injected, breaking up their banter as she glanced over the street once more. She really hoped she wouldn't have to explain that. Of all the possibilities, she never expected the woman herself to find and approach her, and wondering what it meant made her nervous. Was it bait? A contact warning? Whatever the meaning behind the meeting was, there was no positive outcome or motive.

They barely traversed a few short meters when Kamui's knees buckled and he fell forward. Ame was at his side in the fraction of a second, but Abuto stood over him.
"Nii-Nii!" Out of nowhere, Kagura's voice erupted, but Ame's overrode it in the same second.
"Did she do something to you? Is it poison?" Ame's questions made Kamui more suspicious of her reunion, but Abuto was far less lively. Eyed him and swore under his breath. Before Kamui could move, the older man dragged him up by his arm and shoved him into the closest door. He was forced into the building under the Yorozuya, and dropped to sit beside the half wall of a booth.

"Welcome!" The chipper greeting from a green haired woman was ignored in favor of nagging Kamui.
"The fuck is wrong with you? Have you been walking without your umbrella?"
"I dunno." Slumping against the wall, Kamui averted his gaze. "I'm fine."
"You're not. You're weak!" Abuto crossed his arms and Kamui scrunched his face at the older man.
"I'm not!"
"You are." With a heavy sigh, he shook his head. Kamui pushed himself to his feet and glared at Abuto. He swung at him. Tried to prove that he was wrong, but the man caught his hand in one palm and stared at him with a deep frown that he couldn't deny. That was a first.
"Your sister has been on earth for a while and can handle some sunlight. You've been in space and in dark ships, idiot." Abuto's grasp on his fist loosened as he spoke, and he stared at his arm. His flesh was red. Peeling already to reveal raw skin. He pulled away from the older man and pouted. Allowed his eyes to trail as he mumbled back.
"That doesn't mean I'm weak..."
"You're lucky you've had some sun exposure on other planets, or you would have been crispified like Housen, numbskull." As Abuto was speaking, the door slid back open and Kagura curiously poked her head through.

"Human, how did you and Nii-Nii meet?" Kagura sat beside Abuto and wasted no time in questioning the pair as soon as they'd returned. Even Gintoki came downstairs, for some unknown reason, and no service came to the front counter aside from the android from earlier. Sunlight was never kind to a Yato, and Kamui was paying the price of his carelessness. In severe pain that spread across every inch of his exposed flesh and an equal amount of pale and red to boot. Upon their second arrival Gintoki took a defensive post at the bar and stared on in silence, all whilst pretending to be preoccupied with mundane reading. Kamui had been helped to a booth to rest until sun down, and all seemed to calm from their previous run in. Aside from Ame's nerves.
Ame tore her gaze from Kamui's tired posture to meet his sister's question.

"Well, it was spontaneous..." Placing a finger to her lips she thoughtfully eyed the ceiling as if searching for the right words. A wistful smile took her and she carefully answered. "I was on another ship and he invaded it and slaughtered my entire family."
A mangled cough was muffled in Abuto's fist as all eyes set on the woman and Kamui glared at her.
"Don't say it like that!"
"What? It's true!"
"That's some first date." Gintoki casually murmured the line under his breath and Ame nodded to him.
"Then he kidnapped me."
"I didn't kidnap you!"
"Technically..." The older Yato was cut off before he could complete his input.
"Abuto!" Kamui's scolding tone received an overly playful laugh from Ame, and she lightly tapped his knee as a sign of surrender. That she was just teasing him, despite being brutally honest.

"I'm just kidding, it wasn't that bad." An overly amused smirk was cast Kamui's way and he refused to dignify it with more than a narrow eyed pout. How dare she poke fun at him while he felt like death.
"Kidding? Then what is the true meeting?" Kagura's oddly worded inquiry reversed everything Ame had just said.
"True? Oh, that was it. I was gonna kill him, but he..." Glancing over, Ame rolled her eyes and sighed. "He kind of... Grew on me..."
"Like a flower?" The girl asked, and Ame shook her head.
"Like a pimple, but when I popped it, it wouldn't go away." That received a deep chuckle from Abuto. The man leaned back into his chair and shook his head, far too fond of the banter than Kamui wanted him to be.
"Love is like a pimple?"
Nodding to Kagura, Ame met Kamui's accusatory gaze. Any day now, he'd grow frustrated with her and grab her one good time. And he'd be unable to help himself from there.
"Exactly." She murmured, and a hint of knowing sparked in the man beside her. So much for scheming against him.

Silence ensued for a long while. Even Kagura had laid back across a booth and thoughtfully stared at the ceiling. Kamui, in turn, did the same, and upon realizing that the conversation was long dead, Ame stood and walked to the bar. Seated herself beside Gintoki and across from the green haired robot that had been sweeping.

"So are those bottles decorational or can I get a drink?"
Glancing up at the woman from his Jump, Gintoki turned to Tama.