"Kamui..." Later into the night, Ame awoke to the man sitting on his edge of the bed. His back was to her, and the plastic had been torn off his body and discarded onto the floor. She pushed herself up as he turned to look at her, oddly serious. Though she'd caught a glimpse of his expression, the man smiled upon seeing her.

"You're up."

"You should be resting..." The words were barely a murmur as she wiped her eyes and eased over to the man's pink shoulders. he turned away again, appearing to examine something in his hands, and further inspection revealed that he had relieved her of her gun in her sleep. He turned it over, still fingering the firearm as her eyes widened."You were yelling in your sleep again..." The woman murmured an apology, but Kamui's attention was fixed on the item in his hands. "Where did you get this?" Closing one eye, Kamui pointed the gun straight across the room and raised it as if recoiling. "Bang."

"I..." She couldn't possibly tell him. He would strangle Ryu if he knew the smoker had "loaned" her the weapon. "I need it." Her hand connected with the skin of his back and was cold to the touch. Kamui turned to eye her again, frowning. Neither angry, nor pleased.

"For what?"

His question hung in the air, and Ame seated herself behind him. She didn't try to answer him. Retreated, much to his dismay, and took her gentle touch with her as she pulled herself out of the bed. Instead of furthering the conversation, Ame moved to the dresser near the door and started to fiddle with her hair. Like she had ever cared about her appearance. Kamui turned back to the gun, weighing her reaction in his mind as she relieved herself of her shirt, followed by her pants.

"Yosano Ame," He murmured under his breath and the woman paused. He'd never thought about her full name before. Had never pried into her life before him, and only knew what he'd seen from her toxin induced hallucinations. "You're twenty-two..." Older than him. He could have guessed it before. She gave off a mature vibe and clearly hadn't been a virgin when they'd met. She'd been more experienced. Calculated. Tried to manipulate him with her body, though that had been fun for him and backfired on her. Turning to the woman that was watching him through the mirror, Kamui sighed. "How much do you weigh?"

"What?" All form of softness that had been present had drained from the woman upon hearing her name. She didn't understand. Probably didn't know that Abuto had been grinding him about not knowing who the hell she was, let alone anything else about her. He hadn't been able to give Ryu an estimate on her weight when he was administering the sedative and had only been saved by chance. Her hearing the question in spite of her delirious state.

"Your weight. How much do you weigh?"

Ame turned to face the man, frowning. Again, his inquiry was avoided. The woman stepped to his side and reached for the gun, only to have it moved out of range.

"You can't have this here."

Irritation sparked within her and she huffed at the unusually straight face that gazed back at her. Kamui found himself on the receiving end of an ice cold scowl. His human crossed her arms and turned her head, then gave up as easily as she'd started.

"You're trying to get me killed." Intriguing. She felt she needed a gun to not die, but he wasn't clear on the reason behind that. She'd never kept a weapon before. Well, other than random trinkets she'd picked up on the ship. Lighters, knifes, and air fresheners. Ame left his side and crossed the room, worry etched into her features as she paced the length of the bed. "I can't be here. You saw what happened today, I can't be in Japan without it!"

"Why not?" That shut her up. The woman pursed her lips and her hazel eyes set on the Yato. "What happened today? Who was that Human?"

"Kamui..." Almost pleading, Ame turned back to the man and breathed his name. She kneeled between his legs as he held her gun and peered down at her. Her palms slid over his knees and she met his azure gaze. Desperation clawed behind her expression, further puzzling the man as he pushed a lock of chestnut hair behind her ear.

"What's going on?"

Fully resigning, Ame dropped her eyes.

"Nothing..."

He didn't believe her. Humming under his breath, the Yato set the gun onto his nightstand and turned back to Ame. He grinned, and Ame kept her eyes low. Stared at the distant carpet as the considered all the possible answers. If she wasn't going to tell him now, he'd ask later.

"What's your family like?"

The question caught her off guard, though she didn't show it, and when she looked back up at the man she found his usual reassuring smile. Found comfort in the expression and eased herself up to the bed beside him. Kamui instinctively grasped her hips and pulled her back into the bed as she sighed. The woman tucked herself into his chest as he rolled onto his back, and peered up at him.

"My family? They're... Well, my mom is a cook. She runs a tofu shop back in..." Pausing, Ame cut into what she was going to say. Kamui was staring at the wall across the room, waiting for more information. "She's a possum. Seems cute but is really a demon. I don't have a dad. And my brother helps her run the shop."

"You have a brother?"

"Yeah, he'll be fifteen in two months. This one time he-" Snickering to herself, Ame covered her mouth. "set the house on fire making candles-" Glancing up, Ame found the Yato's gaze set on her. He was looking straight at her with no particular expression. Absorbed in the story and in full silence.

"You were in a war? When you were hallucinating you said a lot of things. And you tried to shoot yourself with your finger."

At a loss for words, Ame stared back at the man and the grin drained from her face. Without warning, she pushed herself back up and threw her legs over the side of the bed. The Yato watched as she crossed the room, dragged on a long shirt and pulled the door open. Only a single glance was cast back at him as Ame stepped out of the room and cut her eyes at him.

"That's none of your business. You need to rest."

That was all she said. She left him, sitting up and staring at the door after it closed behind her. A lot of things weren't his business lately, apparently.

So the Human didn't want to talk about it.

By the time Ame returned to the room, Kamui had fallen back into a dream. From the doorway, she could hear his uneven breathing. Ragged puffs of air that concerned her far more than it should have. The light was off, and only the stars from the window let on that the man was in the center of the bed and had kicked the covers off at some point. Leaning into the door frame, she kicked the door shut behind her and stared at the Yato's form. Frowned to herself as he rolled onto his side, labored breaths still in full effect. In all the time she'd spent with him, she'd never considered what would happen if he'd actually gotten sick. At this rate, she couldn't set up any traps for him. He wasn't good for anything, drained as we was.

Leave it to that bastard to fall ill after weeks of holding out on her. She couldn't even sleep with him anymore. Especially if she kept waking him up like earlier. Dropping one crossed arm, the woman idly hung onto the strip of fruit jerky she'd snagged from the mess hall. That idiot hadn't even fully undressed. His pants probably did nothing to regulate his temperature. Ame pushed herself from her resting spot and approached the bed, sighing a dry note of humor under her breath. She never imagined taking his pants off like this. In the most un-kinky. unsatisfying-

This was all his fault!

Low, irritated grumbles hung under her breath as she set her snack on the nightstand and leaned over the man. Easily pulled him onto his back, only to find him covered in sweat. That definitely wasn't a good sign. She didn't know anything about the medical upkeep or treatment of the Yato race, but excessive sweat couldn't have been a positive. Not for a group that closely resembled Humans, at least. His pants weren't difficult to relieve him of. Equally soaked with sweat, they dragged against his skin, but after maneuvering his weight around, she was able to fold them over her forearm and discard the fabric into a hamper. With that out of the way, Ame returned to his side. Kamui really had no inkling of what they were getting into if they stayed, but Abuto insisted. They needed a Captain to fly. She needed to continue her check ups at the hospital. But to her, they needed to leave earth. Preferably now. Carefully propping herself onto one arm, she pushed Kamui's fringe out of his face and placed her hand across his forehead.

Burning hot. He was running a fever, as she suspected. There had to be something that would ease it for him or break it altogether, but from what Ryu and Abuto were saying, the plant they needed wasn't typical grocery store stock. No, on earth it was more black market goods with a ugly price and no bow.

All the more reason to leave earth in her opinion.

She'd been working without thinking. Had retrieved a cool washcloth and pulled the man into her lap. The sooner he was on his feet the better. It wasn't until she touched his skin with the cloth that her wrist was seized. Broken from her contemplation, Ame watched the man as he opened his eyes and wearily peered up at her. Her joint remained in his hand, neither being squeezed or released, yet the look in Kamui's eye brought pause to the woman.

"Mami? What are you doing out of bed?"

Okay, this was fucking weird. Did she look like anybody's mommy?! Sick or not, even Ame couldn't help but cringe at the slip up, but from the looks of things, Kamui wasn't aware of an issue. He just kept looking at her with those eyes, those stupid blue puppy eyes. As she grimaced down at the man, her wrist was freed. She shoved him off her lap and took to the floor, cloth in hand. Time to play tag and Abuto was officially about to be it. She was getting the fuck out of there, that was too much. Just as she pulled away from the bed, Kamui started to lean up; strained in his effort yet forcing his way.

"No, don't leave me!"

The words locked Ame's muscles and her jaw clenched. She turned to gaze at him over her shoulder, trying to smother her concern with irritation. Then caved at his request and hated herself for both trying to leave and staying. She obliged. Sat at the man's bedside and gently pushed against his chest.

"Now, now..." Kamui was still looking at her. Showed no signs of recognition. "Lay back down."