Seated at a table in the corner of the room, Ame waited until her company arrived. After a series of loud slams, she figured they were rigging the place up from the outside. Others were there but she didn't recognize any of them. They looked like regular customers to her. It wasn't until Iori graced the room with her presence and walked straight to the bar, followed by a small crowd of a dozen men or so that Ame stood. The crowd filed in, and Ame strolled towards the raven haired woman and stopped a few paces behind her. The mistress of mischief, as she imagined her.

"You actually showed..." Raising a finger to the bar tender, Iori waited until a drink was in her hand before she turned towards Ame. A form directly behind Ame's back tried to intimidate her. Menaced over her as a constant reminder that she was the outsider now and she was walking a tightrope.

"I did your job, where's the kid?"
"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?"
Ame could have sworn one of the most condescending smiles she'd ever seen was easing the corners of Iori's lips upwards.
"Have a drink."

Clenching her jaw, the woman walked towards the bar as another shot glass was set down. The bartender met her eyes, and though his face was illuminated with laugh lines, he remained solemn and wordless. Salt and pepper hair poured over his shoulders and his chin was dusted with five o'clock shadow. As Ame took the glass, Iori's chocolate eyes winked up at her with far too much delight.

These were practically forced dates. And maybe this shot actually was drugged. They were on Iori's turf; in the heart of her territory.
Ame's empty glass was set on the bar, and she stared down at her host internally writhing with contempt.
"Where's the kid, Iori?"

"Have another drink." As the woman started to motion for another shot, Ame slammed the glass onto the table. It shattered under her hand and shards dug into her skin, yet she refused to move.

"Stop fucking around with me!" The low buzz of conversation that had hung in the air died as Ame grabbed the woman's collar and yanked her up to eye level. Iori's face remained even. Coy and on the border of lewd. The moment Ame grabbed her guns were cocked.

"You always were more of a brute, weren't you?" A palm slid up Ame's hips and under the fabric of her shirt. Fingertips traced her stitches, but she didn't flinch. Blood was starting to pool under her hand now, and she could feel a dull ache in it. Would need to wear gloves the next time she pulled a stupid stunt like that, but now she had done something worse. Couldn't think of her hand. Every single gun in the room was on her and she knew it.

Damn her short temper.
When the hand on her torso jabbed into her injury, Ame nearly doubled over.
"Get your paws off me."

Iori's warning was generous in itself. Ame knew she had no choice but to listen, and did so begrudgingly, but the woman didn't stop at her command. Her voice lowered and in a devilishly low tone, she offered more lines that halted every mental process Ame had going. "I have another job for you. Take care of them."

"What?"
"All of them. I want to be alone now."

The words took their time sinking in. Ame's jaw unhinged as each one sank a destructive tendril through her muscles, and Iori took her seat again. Flashed a nasty smirk and turned back to the bar to her drink. Ame should have known better. She knew this drill; these had to be people that had either betrayed or irked Iori. She'd brought them on a suicide mission to clean up her team and left the dirty work to Ame. No time was offered before Iori waved a hand over her shoulder and one man approached. As if he'd been trained to tend to her directly.
Her newest beau?

"Teach her a lesson."

Shocked, Ame stood stark still as Iori took her drink and crossed the room to a table. Chose to watch, as she always did.

Ame's arm was yanked forward and her head slammed into the bar beside the bloodied glass shards. This was really happening. She'd spent too long in peace, in space, fooling around with Kamui. Every day had whittled away at her experience and she'd grown soft as a result. Unprepared for a real fight. When her weight was displaced and she was pulled up, Ame acted without thinking. She couldn't be a slave to mental process any more. This was not the time to muddy herself with reason. She kicked away from the bar and the man holding her stumbled back as she turned and rammed her knee into his rib cage. When his grip on her hair wavered, the woman bent away to shake him off.

Grabbing a bar stool, Ame cracked it over the man's side and flung it into the crowd. The large man was yanked back and moved in front of her as a shield and gunshots rang through the room. The people that had been there when she arrived scurried from their tables, and the bar entirely, as chaos erupted. Bodies didn't hold up long and her time was limited. Yanking the glock from her pants, Ame did the only thing she could think to. Hopped the bar and ducked behind it. The glint of a blade caught her eye and she hit the wooden ground only to find the bartender was jacking a knife over his head.

That was unfortunate.

She'd been taken by his smile lines. Blood splatted the bar behind him and he slumped backward as smoke trailed from her gun. She had to play this safe. There was a dozen of them and one of her.

Pulling a liquor bottle from the shelf, Ame took a breath to compose herself. She needed an opening to escape. A cry of surprise unsettled her, but she proceeded as planned. Threw the bottle towards the crowd and made a run into the open while every body aimed and fired. Three man were easily picked off, and a warmth rained over her face. She kicked a table up as the group caught on. Tried for some semblance of cover but was nearly caught off guard by a whizz of air behind her. Without thinking the woman whirled around in time to catch a sword to her jaw, but fired on the man as her instincts took over.

The table was shoved towards the group and Ame shot out from around it but a familiar face caught her off guard. Four men were flung across the room with one motion, and she came to a full stop as her day managed to get worse.
"Kamui?"

Shoved over by an unseen force, Ame rolled onto her back just in time to block another blade. It slid clean into her forearm and her gun pressed into the unknown woman's stomach, then went off twice. When the woman doubled over in pain, Ame kicked her away and fired once more into her head. An arm flew by her and she didn't want to imagine how it had been detached, but if Kamui was there, she was in trouble. Iori had probably set that up too. Just to fuck with her.

On Kamui's side of the room, he'd easily torn through the people in his way. One man had managed to shoot him, so he had ripped off his arm. It was an easy fight. The humans were weak and unskilled. He started to turn towards another, but before he could, the man angled backwards with the momentum of a bullet. He caught sight of Ame immersing herself in the remaining group. Tugged in and twisting around to elbow a man to her side.

Her body was up from the ground and she kicked another man to throw her weight as far as she could. Practically flipped over the man holding her and dug his own blade into his back. Kamui clashed with two more men away and made easy work of them. One crumbled under the weight of his foot on their head as he landed on him, and the other charged Kamui, only to find that the Yato was squeezing his pancreas and his sword wielding arm was gripped with enough forced to crush bone.

The last man standing lunged at Ame, and his fist drove into her stomach taking her air with it. She had no time to react before another blow connected with her jaw, and she was forced back. As the man advanced towards her, her gun went off and the bullet jumped into his shoe. He cried out in pain, and though Kamui staggered across the room towards her, he had no chance of intervening.

Off to the side, the same woman Ame had claimed to not know was leaning back against the wall, nestling a shot glass with a smile.

Before Kamui's eyes, the woman that had been so decent, vaguely threatening and rude, but nearly good, overwhelmed her attacker. She was over him in a flash of limbs and her gun whipped across him, but in the ensuing wrestle, he managed to keep her aim off himself. They rolled over and the man continued to fight for the gun. With only one man left, Kamui was torn between snatching him away and making quick work of him or letting Ame have the fun part. He'd never actually gotten a chance to see her fighting like this. All of their mutual battles had been apart; lost in other rooms, flooded in a crowd. Now he got to see how ruthless she could be. It was another chance to prove herself a warrior; one of the Yato crew, deserving of her place on his ship. With a snarl Ame wrapped her legs around the man and threw him to the side. The firearm was lost. Dropped and smacked out of her reach.

Knuckles drove into the man's face, and he tried to fight her off. Pulled a knife but she used the same technique Kamui had seen before and strongly disapproved. The blade sank into her bicep as she blocked and she took hold of his arm. A sickening snap unleashed a renewed call of agony. The knife was stolen and his arm fell limp beside him. His only functioning hand clawed at Ame's face but the blade was yanked from her skin and plunged into his chest. Her fists continued to rain down on him as each disgusting squelch bathed her in more blood that carved rivers down her face.

Behind Kamui the woman that had stood back against the wall was still sipping her drink. A snicker escaped her and soon delved into a full blown laugh as Ame's assault on the pulpy mess below her slowed.

All that was left was her. Her; panting and dripping with stolen life force, no longer growling and her teeth no longer bared.

"You're no different than before!" The words exploded from Iori, rooted deep in her stomach. She started across the room and passed Kamui without so much as a glance. Stopped beside the shaking woman on the ground; still fixated on the last man with wide, beady eyes. "You- You almost had me! Trying to take the high road, like you'd turn over another leaf!"

Slowly tearing her gaze from the unrecognizable man before her, Ame peered up at the pirate. She hadn't wanted to do this. Kamui was still across the room, breathing deeply. As if he was winded, but if he was, that meant that he was still sick.

He was sick and out of bed. Off the ship, fighting her battles and forcing himself into something that had nothing to do with him.

"You don't know any other way to survive! You couldn't leave this behind if you tried!" Iori's laughs echoed through the room, but all that Ame saw was corpses and crimson. Destroyed furniture. More dead bodies to add to her nightmares. It couldn't be happening. It had to be a dream. It was just a dream. She didn't feel like she was awake, it couldn't be real.

The boot that rammed into her shoulder claimed otherwise. Ame was kicked off the man, and turned to peer up at Iori as Kamui reached her side.
"Ame, what is this?"

"You brought him, though. That's cheating, you know. You'll have to work to pay this off." Iori continued to mock her. The more she took in the expressions beaming down at her, the woman's sanctimonious smirk, Kamui's pressing accusation, the more her actions sank in. Everybody was dead. She had killed everybody, just as Iori had told her to. She really hadn't changed. It was the same as before; just like old times. "They thought that numbers would win; they didn't see you coming at all. And here I'd thought you'd gone soft on me. Look at this! Look at what you've done! This is who you are! It's beautiful!"

That fucking psychopath. Ame wished she would shut up. She wished Kamui would stop looking at her. Like he finally knew who she was and all of the puzzle pieces had slid into place. Ame was hardly scratched. Bleeding, sure, but it was nothing. She took one look at the room and was jolted back into reality.

"Ame, what's going on? Answer me!"
"Tell him! Tell him all about us!"
"Who is she?"

With every word hysteria was rising in her throat. They were both pressuring her; Kamui to explain herself and Iori being a god damned sociopath as usual. Only Kamui noticed the dark form in the doorway.

"Or can't you pick?" Iori's tone honeyed down and she slithered towards the Yato man. His alarmed gaze set on the woman as she took hold of his sleeve and pressed against him. "You want both of us?"

Before Ame even knew it she was screaming. Her palms slid up her face and her voice filled the room startling not only herself but the two that had been standing over her. Iori had done this to her again. She'd set Ame up. Brought Kamui to show him how terrible she was. She should have shot herself. This wouldn't have happened if Ame had just had the strength to shoot herself when she'd been captured years ago. But here she was, screaming into her open palms and taking in every detail of the massacre through her stretched fingers.

Upon seeing her reaction, Kamui as beyond taken aback. He didn't know what was going on, but the woman latched onto his side had resumed grinning down at Ame. He shoved her away and she shot across the room. Slammed into the bar. The door finally opened, and the man that had been outside entered, but Kamui couldn't waste time on him. He still needed to figure out what was going on. When he crouched by Ame's side, her voice had died down, but she was still out of it.

"What's wrong with you? Ame?" He'd seen her kill before. It was never a big deal, but for some reason this had hit her and he didn't understand why. When he placed a hand on her bicep, she practically jumped away and to her feet. She didn't know what she was doing anymore, but her gun was in her hands and she was squeezing the trigger.

The woman that had curled around the bar and leaned back against it predicted the assault long before it took place. She snatched a long dagger from her coat and swiped at the approaching bullets, managing to slice one clean in half and avoiding all but the last until Ame was still pulling with an empty clip. It pierced her shoulder and she launched her sword directly at the traitor of a woman, angered to find that she'd side stepped the blade. It slapped into the wooden wall and stuck there beside the ashy haired man in the doorway.

"What have you gotten yourselves into this time? Idiot Captain, I told you not to get involved."
Peering back at Abuto, Kamui frowned.
With a click of her teeth, Iori raised a hand to her wound and eyed the blood. That bitch. Actually turning her gun on her... Letting others in on their business.
Kamui stood and his hand returned at Ame's side, silently prompting her to explain or be rational, but she could do neither.
"You're out of bullets." Iori breathed the words and reached across the bar for an unbroken bottle of bourbon.

"Don't-" Horrified by her own actions and the grueling reminder around her, Ame shook her head. "Don't look at me!" Snatching away from the Yato man, Ame took a step back. She couldn't stay there. She was suffocating. Anywhere was better and Ame needed to go. Before Kamui could say anything else.

"I'll slaughter that brat if you pull some shit like this again." Spitting across the room, Iori unscrewed the cap on the bottle in her hands and took a swig. "Waste him on the pavement in front of your ship, I ought to take his hand for that!" Teeth bared, the raven haired pirate switched her eyes between the two in front of her. Liquor was poured over Iori's shoulder with a light hiss.

The threat snapped Ame back. She couldn't just run. Everything she did was fucked from the start. Iori knew she couldn't control herself and was provoking her in all the right ways.

"No," She started to concede, but her tone switched without her consent. "If you touch him, I'll come for you."

Kamui turned to Ame again, no longer startled, but fully serious. If he'd heard right, some kid was being threatened. He didn't like it one bit. What if that kid grew up to be strong in the future? Grew up to fight him? One brow raised, and he stood wordless and taking in the scene. As she spoke, Ame composed herself enough to cross the room. She walked to Iori's side and took the offered bottle. Drink, the woman wanted to tell her. Ame raised the bottle by its neck and poured it over her arms and hand. Alcohol washed over her injuries and burned with the fire of a thousand suns. In one abrupt motion, Ame cracked the bottle over the bar and snagged Iori by the collar before she could scramble away. Pushed the woman back over the bar and held the jagged edges of the bottle to her eye.

"I should gouge it out right here... As a warning."

Wide eyed, Iori froze in place. A pool of alcohol collected on her skin, matching the spilled liquid over the bar and floor. She kept her gaze on the hazel eyes over her; flashing with blood lust. Knew it wasn't an idle threat.
"You- You bitch! They're watching you! If you even-"

"No they're not. They would have come in the moment I fired at you. You're alone, fucking idiot." Low as her voice was, Kamui could hear her well. Abuto was right. Ame was wrapped up with some questionable people, but she seemed to be handling it well. After that screaming bit. Humans were weird. He didn't know what to think of it all, but Abuto crossed the room to the women at the bar and gazed down at them. Didn't pay the carcasses any mind.

"Oi, break it up now. It's over."
"It's not!" Ame growled back at the man, and he glanced towards the man on their opposite side.
"I've never seen an eye removed like this before. This could be fun!" The chipper tone had returned to Kamui's voice and Abuto's face scrunched. Then he rolled his eyes.
It couldn't be helped.

"This is how this is gonna go. You're gonna give up the kid. If you so much as scratch your ass wrong I'm gonna shove this bottle so far up it you'll be hacking up glass for a week."

"You won't get away with this." Strong to the end Iori gripped Ame's fist over her throat. Her leg trailed up the side of Ame's and wrapped around her hips, receiving wide, puzzled glances from Kamui and Abuto. Long faced, they peered at one another as Iori arched into Ame and her defiance boiled down to a low purr. "You don't want to kill me, Ame. Come back home, where you belong. Ditch these guys and we'll do everything together again."

Ame was pressed forward and into the woman, but she was above that now. Above Iori. The gender wasn't the issue, it was the fact that the woman was fucking insane. She pressed the bottle into the skin under Iori's eye and blood beaded underneath it, but the movement of Iori's free hand set off alarms.

The moment a knife was pulled from seemingly nowhere and a palm jammed into her face, Ame dropped the bottle and it shattered at her feet. Cold metal ripped across her in a jagged line that ran from her armpit to her throat in a haphazard last attempt at uprooting her. She seized the knife by the blade and it cut into her flesh as she forced it back, snarling all the while. A struggle ensued; Iori pushing towards Ame and Ame trying to keep from letting go. Of all the miscalculations she could have made; grabbing a blade had to be one of the worst. The hand was still pushing into her face. Clawing at her.

Kamui stayed back. Just watched as the women shoved at one another and fought for dominance. If it was his fight, he wouldn't want anybody interfering. So he would give Ame the same courtesy, though he would be lying if he claimed that he wasn't angry. If he said he wasn't pleasantly surprised that his Human was capable and willing to scrap at a moment's notice. He'd hardly helped her, and here she was; striking men and woman down without mercy. She'd been sneaking out to have fun without him.

Finally, with one guttural grunt of pain, the blade wielding hand was slammed to the counter. Ame turned her head from the digging fingers and bit down with all her might. A handful of Iori's hair was scooped up and the pirate was jerked forward only to be smashed back into the bar, growling and hissing all the while. Squeaking in pain, Iori abandoned all of her struggles. Her palms shot up to cradle the back of her head, and Ame was released from the death grip of her legs.

With that Ame took a step back and kicked the abandoned knife across the bar. She turned her back; knowing full well that Iori was smart enough not to approach.

As she dropped the empty clip to her semiautomatic and snapped another into place, Ame called to the woman behind her. "Give me the fucking kid, you cut-throat bitch. Next meeting, he better be here in one piece. Bouncing around like a god damn jack hammer." Fully occupied with her gun, Ame aimed straight as if in a quick draw, then turned it over in her hand. She'd have to thank Ryu for it and replace the bullets. "And call off your dogs. Take a good look at those men; they're Yato. Don't fuck with us."

Turning to Abuto, Kamui raised a brow. The older man looked back but didn't offer more than a blink. One last glance was spared on the woman pulling herself from the bar; teeth bared and seething.

"This isn't over!" Her fist slammed into the counter, but Ame didn't turn back. "This isn't fucking over!" She shrieked the words and shook her head, then spit a mouthful of red saliva into the glass shards at her feet.

Kamui and Abuto exchanged another glance before continuing out of the bar.

Standing beside the door with her arms crossed was Ame. Just staring at the ground. The blood had been smeared from her face yet did little to make her seem clean. Neither man could get a word in before she abruptly bowed and apologized. Said she was sorry that they had to see her like that then continued ahead of them.
Things were getting weirder by the second.