After a questionable argument with Ame Kamui had both ate and caught up with Abuto on what was going on with his men. Apparently, people were falling ill. It all started with a cough, then they'd lose their strength, and finally, a fever would take them and they'd be bedridden. Near half of his men were experiencing it, and the other half had quarantined themselves. Actually, Abuto had taken it upon himself to separate the ship. Sick ones went to one side, healthy men went to the other. To keep contamination to a minimum. As it turned out, Ryu was already working on finding remedies and experimenting on the men. His efforts had been uneventful, but he had been buried in multiple books locked in his room for days; chain smoking and only leaving for bathroom breaks and food. From what Abuto told Kamui, the man had also triggered a trap that was intended for Kamui, but he would forgive him this time.

Just because he was working so hard.

"He wants to go to the hospital with you next time you take your Human."

"Alright." Disinterestedly murmuring back, the younger Yato stopped at the window as a familiar form ascended the steps two at a time. Ame locked eyes with him, and her pace remained even and she passed him; opting to look away as she did and barely brushing her shoulder against his own.
He turned to frown as she disappeared into the ship. Didn't know what to make of her behavior. The only thing that drew him out of his thoughts was Abuto continuing about his way. Kamui followed suit, but was unable to shake the unease that crept over him. That was normal for Ame, right? It had to be. He could recall a few times that she did things like that.

"-so it's about a fifty-fifty right now. She should be immune, but we need to consult somebody with medical experience, and Ryu is the one to do it. He's got the book smarts." After a slight pause, Abuto glanced back at Kamui and scratched the back of his head. "He hasn't been feeling so hot, though. Probably sick, too. Spent too much time examining the others."

The older man's voice faded in and Kamui nodded as if he'd heard everything Abuto had said. The walked the ship like that. Talking and taking every appropriate chance to pause and think. Abuto caught Kamui up on the state of his men and asked for a call. Leave Earth and isolate the issue? Head for a planet that might have better medical care for Yato and a free market? Or try their luck where they were, only increasing their scope of the search. With great consideration, Kamui glanced at a passing man. He seemed healthy. Was headed towards the dining hall and fully dressed; not a single cough of sniffle to be heard.

Kamui was the one to cough, and did so into his fist, much to Abuto's alarm. But he kept talking. Didn't show more than a frantic glance of worry.

"And it hit me for a second there, but it wasn't bad. I was dizzy for a few days, but that was it. You should be careful, though. Your system might not be up to fighting something off right now."

"I'm fine." Waving his hand towards the older man, Kamui paused to eye him when Abuto recoiled. It wasn't that bad.

Muttering an apology, Abuto shoved his hands into his pocket. Offered a resigned sigh before continuing.

Hours passed before Kamui returned to the room. When he reached the hallway, he was shoved from behind and plummeted face first to the ground. A taunt line snapped against his ankle and he nearly didn't react in time to realize what was happening. Two blades, on opposite sides of the walls swept out and towards him. He shoved himself up in a half-assed push up and felt the metal graze the tip of his nose.

Jumping to his feet, Kamui ran face first into an invisible barrier that gave upon impact but brought a world of new issues. He nearly tripped forward, and his arms waved for stability but failed. As he fell for a second time, the wall behind him was stabbed with a line of darts. Movement over him provided the perfect amount of time for him to pick himself up and throw his weight back towards the original blades as an axe slammed into the floor where he had been with the ever looming threat of his fate if he had failed to move.

Ame was getting extra creative. He turned to glance over his shoulder at the woman, and she watched on in hard-faced disinterest. Her arms crossed, and she turned her head but watched him like a hawk sizing up its prey. From where he sat, Kamui offered a grin, but the woman continued past him and to the room. Muttered a line too low to hear. Kamui followed her, pleased that another trap had been set up for him, but the moment he pushed to door open, he didn't receive a warm greeting. No congratulations met him. Instead, the glimmering blade of a dagger cut into his arm, and he found that the trap was far from disarmed.

He swiped towards the woman, but she avoided being caught. Knew that she was no match for him head on but still tried, and he couldn't help but find it agreeable. The room was dark and the lights weren't working. Kamui managed to snag Ame's arm when she cut towards him again, but she kicked him in the shin.

If he was going to cheat on her she was going to break his legs. He'd heal in a few days, but it would teach him a lesson. Iori was off the table, for both of them, and Ame knew that the pirate would only have one plan if she had summoned Kamui.

"You're angry, aren't you?"

He was calm in the face of her wrath, and it only served to further her annoyance. Angry didn't begin to cut it.

"Damn right I am!" The lights suddenly flicked on, and Ame glanced at the lamps. He'd outlasted her timer. Should have given it another hour. The man's eyes flicked down to her knife, though he kept a hint of a smile at he corners of his lips. Didn't take her threat seriously.

Kamui knew exactly what this was about. He had anticipated it, and knew how to respond. She was trying to leave him for that kid. Intended to give him one last show down and elope with the brat to never be seen again. He wouldn't let that happen.

"Do you really want to do this right now?"

"What, you don't have time for me to kill you anymore?" Sneering back at the man, she made her move. A quick slash at his chest that was entirely avoided by the man ramming his palm into the blade of the knife. It took a while to process the actual injury. Ame could do nothing but stare at Kamui's hand as blood dripped down his wrist. The man was still looking at her. His fingers curved around her knuckles from the wrong end of the knife, and the woman's entire body froze. He looked so human. Every time he didn't react to a serious wound jumbled the hell out of her brain. And Kamui just stood there, smiling.

"This is fine. It's been a while since you actually attacked me. I was starting to think you wanted me alive."

Stepping back, Ame began to respond. She started to, but before she could, her hand was being crushed against the knife and she nearly took to her knees. Crying out in pain, she abandoned the handle of the blade. Kamui easily pulled it from his palm and tossed it behind himself as she cradled her right hand and scowled at him. That creep, she almost thought that he'd refuse to fight her. He started towards her, and Ame hissed under her breath and shook her hand out.

"That hurt!" Swinging her fist towards the man, Ame nearly lost her balance when he dodged away.

"It was supposed to."

She was shoved further past her center of gravity and barely avoided retaliation by throwing herself away from the nightstand she had caught herself on. It crumbled under Kamui's hand and while he was turning towards her again she kicked the back of his knee to send him to the floor. Half of the nightstand was swept up and tossed back at her, and Ame rolled over the bed to avoid it. Didn't care to be knocked out by a desk leg. Taking the edge of the covers Ame threw them over the man and took her chances with tackling him. He easily threw her off before she could ground herself, and the sheets were batted away as she took hold of a floor lamp. If she couldn't get close, she was going to beat him from a distance.

Kamui threw the covers away in time to find Ame snatching the light from the plug. He caught it on the second swing, after having ducked under the first, and pulled it from Ame's hands.

"I didn't know you liked kids this much!"

"I don't!" That idiot. This had nothing to do the with kid!

The lamp was tossed over the room and the bulbs shattered. Ame stepped out of Kamui's reach and swiveled on her heel as he shot towards her. The last thing he could do was catch her. If he caught her she was as good as dead. Her foot shot into his back and he turned, nearly mid air to even the score. Jumping out of the way, Ame kept him in her sights as he tried again. This time, she wasn't so lucky. Her wounds had been aching, and with each move, she grew more aware of how badly they hurt. She was caught by his arm and flew back against the door.

Couldn't help the pained squeak that escaped her, along with all of her breath. Upon seeing her slow recovery, Kamui stepped towards the woman and peered down at her.

"You're in no condition to fight me."

He was right.

With all the strength she could muster, Ame pushed herself up and fought off a grimace.

"You- You're a lying, cheating bastard!" She intended to hit him again. To punch him, or push him. Maybe kick him a few good times. But her fists pounded into his chest and he stood there, unfazed.

"What?"

"I know you slept with her! How could you?! Scoundrel! Cheater! Good-for-nothing!" The pummel of her fists was allowed for a short while. The man stared down at her, blank in every sense of the word as she assaulted his pectorals. Eventually, when Kamui finally gathered his thoughts, and the patter against him slowed, he ended the attack with both hands, and Ame glared up at him, knowing that he had no excuse. He couldn't defend himself. Trying would only further incriminate him and she'd break his neck instead of his legs.

"I didn't do anything like that."

"What?" Gasping back up at the man, Ame's face scrunched.

"I didn't sleep with anybody." Frowning down at the woman, Kamui met her hazel eyes and held them in an intense stare that spoke louder than his words.

Everything that had happened was because of this? She didn't trust him? Thought he was easily swayed by the strange courting methods of her enemy?

At a loss, Ame peered back at him. Her scowl slipped away, and her jaw unhinged. What? She knew he had. He smelled like Iori. He slithered away from the ship in the middle of the night, like a dirty sex craved serpent, to meet Iori in a secluded place surrounded by darkness. Didn't even tell Ame where he was going or why. He skipped out on their night!

Shoving away from the man, Ame snatched her arms out of his grasp to rub her wrists. He was trying to break them, just as she'd honed in on his knees. She dropped his gaze in favor of the carpet and muttered back.

"I- I know you did! You did it! I saw you; sneaking out and... I don't believe you."

"Are you pouting?"

"No!" Guilty. Spitting the word, Ame turned towards the door. Maybe she was wrong. Kamui had avoided sex for a long time, it was possible that Iori didn't have the proper skills to lure him away. She probably had tempted him, but Kamui was... strange... For lack of a better word. Before Ame could retreat, he had her by the waist and was pulling her back into the room.

"Oi! You know I'm not interested in that sort of thing."

A simple miscalculation. That's all it was. Ame knew Iori, and she also knew that Kamui could be insatiable. Who could blame her for thinking that he'd want to experiment with other people and compare them to her while she wasn't looking?

"I don't know anything!" Despite her clear failure, she hissed back at the man, and his arms tightened around her ribs.

"Were you jealous? You were going to kill me because you were jealous? I thought you were leaving me!"

"I'm not leaving you, you idiot!" Pushing against the barriers of his forearms, Ame twisted around to claw herself away. She needed to run. Fast. Before she made more of a spectacle of herself and managed further humiliation. The moment she was facing him, the man tightened his grip and fit her against himself to lock her into a kiss that was far too light for the moment. Just a peck. Filled with snickering and the reassurance that Ame hadn't been able to find before.

Kamui pulled away long enough to poke Ame's forehead and grin at her.

"You're the idiot right now."

Biting down on her lower lip, the woman rolled her eyes and glanced to the side. Yeah. She was. Okay, maybe he hadn't cheated on her. Killing him or breaking his legs was too extreme without evidence. She sighed and shook her head as her palms slid up Kamui's sleeves and a lopsided smile twisted her features.

"We're both pretty stupid."