Well after sundown, and far too many drinks into the day, Abuto dubbed the walk back to the ship as safe for Kamui. Ame paid her tab, as well as, she suspected, Gintoki's, yet from the look on Otose's face it was probably the only way she'd be seeing that money. Kagura was right behind them as Abuto hoisted Kamui's arm around his shoulders and helps support his weight. Apparently, sunlight was more lethal to the Yato race than Ame had thought. Upon their departure, though Kagura expected Gintoki to come with them, he slipped away with the claim of feeding the plants and watering the dog. Whatever the hell that meant. Kamui's mood had only soured throughout the day, and the walk back to the ship was no better. All the while, Kamui insisted that extra support was unnecessary and that Abuto was overreacting.

The moment the hatch opened and the men caught sight of their captain, gasps filled the air. Abuto, though he had no qualms forcing Kamui through the open door, was instinctively shoved away by the young man.

"I'm fine! I'm not weak!" Whipping around to face his ashy haired friend, Kamui managed to maintain his balance and straighten his shoulders. Abuto blankly peered down at him, unfazed by the display. At his side, Kagura crossed her arms, but Ame walked around Kamui donning a raised brow. With a single finger, she poked into his back and he toppled over; face first into the metal grating.

Barely able to break the impact with the balls of his palms, Kamui glared up at the woman as she crossed her arms and leaned her weight to one side. Instead of trembling under the force of his gaze or paying any mind to the harsh gasps behind her, she snickered under her breath.
"Just let us help you, Captain Crispy."

Though that move and line would have gotten anybody else slaughtered, Kamui was in no state to be up, let alone, killing his girlfriend. He was assisted to his bed, where Abuto dropped him with a heavy thud and left him to find a treatment. Kagura stood over the foot of the bed, watching as Ame sat beside the hunched man and murmured low coos of concern. Helped him out of his shirt.

"Are you sure?"
"I'm fine," He drew the word out, shrugging away from the dark fabric. Underneath was more burnt skin. Peeling away already, yet fading closer to his torso. As the woman ran her fingers over his bare chest, she started to lean into him, only to have her head grasped and turned to meet the ever observant gaze of their company. Kagura's azure eyes bore back into her, and Ame grew a tinge uncomfortable. Kamui was right. This was no time to start kissing his body. And damn him for holding out then getting injured by the sun of all things.

"Lets-" Immediately leaning up, the woman pulled Kamui's shirt from the bed and folded it over her arm. She started to take it to the hamper in the bathroom, yet when the door opened, a loud snap echoed through the room. Kamui and Kagura turned in time to see the woman snatched a drawer out of the dresser, dumped its contents, and hold it up to block a set of airborne blades that came out of the darkened room.
Unable to help himself, Kamui felt his lips draw back into a grin, yet Kagura's eyes grew wide.

"That was a death trap, yes? Nii-Nii, is somebody trying to kill you? There is a traitor on your ship."
"Oh, no." He murmured back to the girl as Ame turned and offered a sheepish grin over her shoulder, then proceeded to retrieve the blades and replace the drawer. "It's just my Human."

"Ame!" The woman called from the bathroom, and Kamui chuckled under his breath. From the way Kagura frowned at him, she didn't seem to understand. Then again, he didn't expect her to.

The door to his room opened and Abuto entered, followed by a teal haired, familiar face. Instead of greeting him, the man propped his cigarette between his lips and took a long look at Kamui from the foot of the bed, beside Kagura.

"No coughing, right? Just sun exposure?"
Abuto nodded to the man and hummed a yes, which was quickly followed by the smoker's easy assessment.
"This ointment should help, but we really need the fresh herb. It doesn't grow on earth, but a merchant should be able to... procure it." A small white tube was produced from the man's pocket and he rounded the bed to Kamui's side. "A little sunlight will activate it, but it'll still take a while. And burn." The man uncapped the tube and swirled a bit onto his hand while Kamui watched.

"Ne, ne, Baka-nii, did you try to do samurai stuff to learn how to beat the samurai?"
"What?" Confusion set over the room and everybody turned to Kagura as she pointed at the prominent yet fully healed gash across her brother's torso.
"Your chest. You tried to seppuku like and idiot; that's not the best samurai practice to try..." Kamui glance down at the scar, frowning to himself as she continued. "Plus, you did it wrong, baaaaka-"

The girl's entire face contorted with the word and as she drew the last insult out, Kamui pulled a pillow from behind himself and chucked it into her. He started to sink back into the bed but the moment he moved teal haired man, Ryu, caught his shoulder.

"One second," Though he'd succeeded on patting the cream into Kamui's back he was quickly pushed away. A deep pout took Kamui's face. There was no way some guy was gonna rub thick gooey stuff all over him.

"Oi, dumb ass, you need to be properly treated." The jab was from none other than Abuto, and while Kamui sulked up at him, Ame seemed to materialize at his side.
"Captain,"
"Kamui," He corrected, and Ame drew in a deep breath of resignation.
"Kamui, we know you're alright. We just want you to be comfortable, come here." Unnaturally soothing, the woman eased beside him. She took the cream into her own hand and though the man was still skeptical of the medication, he allowed her to take hold of him. The ointment was gently applied to every ounce of skin that displayed signs of damage, and though she thought that was the end of it, Abuto pulled a roll of plastic wrap from his pocket. He failed to conceal his grin as he pushed it into her hands. Frowning down at the wrap, Ame tilted her head. It became clear that she didn't understand, and the teal haired man at her side murmured.

"To seal in the moisture."
Unable to help herself, Ame pursed her lips. For once, Kamui didn't grin like he didn't know what was going on. A sharp sideways glance set on Ame as she unrolled the plastic and held it to his arm.

"S- So you get better... Snk... Faster..."
"Ame! You're laughing at me!"
"No- no I'm not-" Biting down on her tongue, the woman fought a wave of laughter and avoided Kamui's gaze. "I'm just- You-" The sound broke through, and the woman was forced to cover her nose. A single glance upwards showed that Abuto had also dawned a similar expression, but the smoker was blank faced and Kagura was too concerned to see the humor in it. Getting Kamui to accept the plastic wrap was harder than the cream, but lo and behold, over half an hour later, he was wrapped up like plastic sealed couch and still visibly griping over being coddled.

"What now?" Abuto turned to Ryu, his smirk finally gone, but his brow arched at the sight of his usually strong captain reduced to food preservation and thick blobs of burn cream.

"Rest. For about a week."
"A week?!" Echoing his diagnosis, Kamui sat up fully and glared at the smoker. This had to be a joke. Kagura was busy looking between the two men, but Ryu was cooly adamant. He nodded and held up a single finger.
"One week."

Instead of fully voicing his objections, Kamui plopped back onto his bed, grumbling under his breath. Earth was terrible. He knew it was good for nothing other than its food. Ame started to stand, equally low as she murmured.

"Throw your own pillow next time." She managed to lift herself from the bed, only to be snagged around the waist and dragged back. "Kamui-" Despite her exclamation, the woman barely resisted and was soon forced to lay down with the man. He raised his head, only long enough to scrunch his nose at their company. The three forms at the foot of his bed were mostly disinterested, if not slightly amused at the sight of him tugging Ame around like an oversized stuffed animal. Maybe even more tickled that she obliged.

"Get out." He muttered to the men, then turned to his ever curious sister. She was still drinking in the odd sight of him and his Human and he didn't like being studied so closely at a time like this. "Go home."

Drooping at the command, Kagura poked her lip out, but a heavy hand on her shoulder prompted her to peer up at Abuto.
"Don't look so down, kid. Ryu said he needs some sun exposure for the medicine to work." Abuto nodded over to the man as he spoke. Slowly mirroring the motion, Kagura started for the door. She looked back once, as Ame turned over to face Kamui, then broke between Abuto and Ryu to return to her brother's bedside. Kamui barely leaned up as she tossed a single box into the middle of the bed to him. Sukonbu. Minus one piece that was open and perched in her hand.

The girl grinned once, then broke into a skip as she exited the room, again, breaking between the older men on her way out. As Kagura reached the middle of the hallway, she bumped into a large, oddly denim clad form. Further inspection revealed that the man was the only person out of uniform and covered in burn scars.

"What're you doin' here, little girl?" As Kagura stared up at the man, another person stepped behind her and leered down at her. The first continued. "My friend there has lolicon tendencies. You might wanna be careful."

Glaring up at the man, Kagura sighed.

"Oh no, how will I ever escape?" It was more of a statement than a question. A dry, monotone line that furrowed the brows of the men challenging her. From behind the scene, Abuto's voice chimed in,
"Ah, guys, that's-"

Before he could finish whatever he was saying, Kagura's leg shot up into the groin of the man in front of her. He doubled over, and his friend was easily pulled up and flipped over his back; sliding down the metal floor until a wall broke his momentum. Still glaring down at the man, Kagura lifted her sukonbu back to her mouth and munched on it.

"You are one hundred years too young to take on the queen." A group had started to form around them, with Abuto front and center; watching with unimpressed interest. It wasn't until Kagura turned and grinned at him in a way that mimicked her older brother perfectly, that his expression changed. Lazily, yet into a slight entertained frown. He sighed to himself as the girl turned to examine her own work; more specifically, the man hissing under his breath and writhing on the ground as he held his balls. Then she skipped away as if nothing had happened. Left everybody watching stunned beyond words.