She was cheating. Cheating with the Yorozuya; Ame had left Kamui to sneak around with Gintoki. It was only logical. He had seen the scuffle in the store and Gintoki had hardly lifted a finger; he let Ame do all the hard work and was using her because she was a strong woman that was capable of working alone.

Kamui should have known. Gintoki hadn't showed up to deliver something to her. He'd gone to seduce her while Kagura distracted Kamui.

He watched as they left and claimed a table at an outdoor cafe. Ordered food and talked between themselves. Ame had a pack of cigarettes and smoked freely in front of the man, which was unusual. She'd never bought cigarettes in front of Kamui. They ate together. Of all the things they could do, they sat there and ate together right in front of Kamui. From the corner he was peeking around, he had a full view of them and was silently fuming every time they looked at one another, or when Ame waved her hand towards Gintoki.

If only Kamui could hear them...

Something was slid across the table, and Gintoki took it. This had to be the reason why Ame came back covered in blood. Gintoki was sending her on dangerous jobs. Exploiting Kamui's Human!

Abuto was wrong; this had nothing to do with that woman from before. Ame was leaving Kamui.

He'd gotten a little sick one time and she'd already found what was possibly the next strongest in line, and it was a Human. Maybe she actually did care about the children topic more than she'd let on, and Kamui had been duped by her refusal- nay, her reassurance that it wasn't an issue to her.

The pair at the table stood and tossed their trash into a garbage can before walking off. Kamui ducked around the corner and into the closest alley.

"So I can't refuse, you know? After everything, it wouldn't be right..."

Watching the woman ahead of him from the corners of his eyes, Gintoki remained silent. After everything Ame had just told him, he couldn't disagree with her. He understood what she was doing; atoning for her sins in the only way she could. Even though her actions could never be taken back.

"And if she fights back?" He finally asked, but Ame shook her head.
"She's already fighting. Worst case, I take the kid by force. If I can't, maybe you can." It was a good answer. Gintoki could see that working out but she didn't have a plan; hence their conversation. His pocket felt heavier after taking the envelope she gave him. He'd watched her count it out before and already knew how much it was. Didn't need to look again. "She's unpredictable, and there's no telling how many men she has now. A fucking lunatic."

"Was that a-" Pausing, Gintoki tried to phrase his question properly. He didn't know how to ask. "You two... You-"

"We fucked. A lot." Sighing into her hand, Ame tilted her head. "Late nights in the barracks. You know, all the men were disgusting, but she was..." A hint of a smile took Ame's features and a wistful air surrounded her as she lit another cigarette. "She was brilliant. Is brilliant. Was perfect and... I loved her."

Looking away, Gintoki watched the horizon past the food stalls and people. He nodded to himself. Didn't push it any further.

"And when she walked her ass was- she had these-" Holding her hands in front of her chest in a groping motion, Ame bit down on her cigarette. "She did this thing with her tongue-" Gintoki's palm extended and his jaw dropped as he motioned for her to stop.

"Okay- yeah, okay, can't we just knock her out an tie her up? Get her to talk or set up a trade?"

Snorting back at the man, Ame slipped between a small group of people that had amassed in front of a ice cream stall. Gintoki found another path through the crowd and returned to her side as she stopped in front of a bar. They'd walked to a questionable part of town that he didn't care to be seen skulking around. Most of the people they'd passed reeked of blood and a handful were openly carrying swords.

Ame turned to peer up at him and her hand found the door.
"She doesn't play like that. People are always watching when it comes to her... You can't come in here with me." As if he needed to be told, the woman stated the obvious. Gintoki knew better. There were guns in there, and everybody would be waiting for her. If she brought anybody with her, it would be taken as either a challenge or a cop bust. Maybe just stupidity or carelessness on her part, if she was lucky.

"I'll be waiting for my payment. Letter deliveries aren't cheap." Crimson eyes blankly peered down at Ame as she squinted up at the man. A be safe would have sufficed.

"Yeah, yeah, shove a cork in it." They parted ways, and Gintoki turned back the way they'd come from. The door closed behind Ame, and he kept his eyes fixed ahead. She'd probably be okay. If she wasn't, Kamui would come looking for her or something, and Gintoki would know that it was time for him to take up his part of the deal. As soon as he reached the corner, an alarm bell sounded in his head.

Something was wrong.

Gintoki's body moved before his mind comprehended what was happening, and with good timing at that. Part of the wall and an empty food kiosk practically exploded towards him, followed by none other that the carrot-topped Yato man that had just crossed his mind. His feet barely hit the ground before he rolled under a punch and back towards the destroyed building.

"Oi-" Barely able to get the exclamation out, Gintoki tripped over his own ankles and a super charged fist crashed into the ground beside him. When the dirt itself gave out under the force his eyes nearly popped out of his head. A foot shot into Kamui's stomach and he was knocked back long enough for Gintoki to scramble back up. "What the hell are you doing?!"

The Yato was panting already. Looked as though he was tired from exerting himself, but it didn't add up. Why was he even off the ship if he was still sick!?
"The last Human couldn't even tell I was behind him..." Last human?! What had he done to the last human?! Kamui's only line made the hair on the back of Gintoki's neck stand up. He raised his hands and displayed his palms as if it would prove his innocence. "None of you can have what's mine."

"Oi, let's all calm down, I didn't-" Before he could get the rest of his sentence out, a fist was hurled at his face and Gintoki's only salvation was that Kamui stumbled. He made it around the man in time to put more distance between them. "Okay, I may have looked at her ass that one time but-"

Kamui's eyes sharpened at the admission of guilt and Gintoki took a step back. In the flash of an eye the Yato was in the air and coming towards him at startling speed. Ducking away, the Yorozuya struggled to keep his footing. If Kamui was going to ambush him full monkey strength, he was going to have to fight back. That lunatic actually thought he was trying to steal Ame when she'd come to him with a job!

"It's not like that!" He insisted, but Kamui was already approaching from the crater he'd made.
"You ate with her!"
"It wasn't a date; she hired me!"
"I already took care of her!" Lunging at the man once more, Kamui almost connected but he could feel his stamina draining. He needed to catch Gintoki quickly. That said, what the hell did Gintoki mean by hire? He was a prostitute?! Was there a market for men on earth?!

"Not like that- not like that!" The arm that swiped towards him was easily avoided, but when Kamui's fist drew back, Gintoki threw himself to the side. "I'm delivering a letter!" Kicking the Yato's back, Gintoki was amazed to see him topple over. That wouldn't usually work. Kamui hit the ground, but Gintoki followed. Was snagged by his leg and swung to the side like a rag doll. His back connected with a sturdy wall and his brain was rattled in his skull as Kamui pushed himself up and started toward him.

"Ask her! Talk to her!" Shoving himself from the ground, Gintoki backed away from the man; holding onto his ribs. This wasn't how he was supposed to die. An oncoming moving truck caught his attention, and as Kamui stepped towards him, he managed enough distance to allow the truck between them. No fucking way. He wasn't getting Yato smashed by the most insane stupidly strong one the race had to offer.

As Kamui looked on, the truck whizzed between them. He was ready to continue, but when it passed, the silver haired samurai was nowhere in sight. His eyes darted over the road, and to every possible hiding place, but the other man was gone. He'd run away.