A/N: Update! Ah! Hope you all enjoy, and again, thank you for your reviews. They crack me up and get me excited to write more, it's always great to hear your thoughts on the story. So here's Kamui's half. It got longer than intended so I cut it in half and the next chapter will be the rest. Enjoy!

Shrill as the alarm had been, it was impossible to miss. Gintoki had taken the lead with Kagura still staring up at her brother from their last encounter. If the fact that he was out for blood wasn't enough, his harsh expression was. Sour was an understatement. They'd stopped him after he'd broken a man's kneecap.

Just one.

It wasn't like he'd crushed his windpipe, or broke his face, it was just a knee! But the Yorozuya and his sister had shifted from eliminating the enemy to trying to restrain Kamui, and that was inexcusable. It wasn't like he'd killed the guy. Yet. Left of him, Abuto was murmuring, just barely loud enough to hear.

"They'll be offended if you kill anyone..."

Glancing at him, the Captain made no discernible face. Didn't care. The hallway echoed with footsteps and voices, and they could hear others drawing near. If Gintoki wanted to waste his time saving all these people, he was free to do that. Maybe he'd like to hold a self-help seminar in the middle of the building while he was at it. Kamui, on the other hand, had more pressing matters to attend. Like finding that woman with the alcohol fetish and wringing Ame's location out of her.

"Hold it!"

Freezing mid-step, Gintoki turned to face an open doorway as a woman's voice called out to him. His group followed suit, and watched as said woman walked to the doorway and leaned against it. Didn't spring to attack, or put down her mug as she did. A trail of steam swirled over her drink, and she examined the group with mild interest.

"Oh, I see." As if speaking to herself, she cradled her cup in both hands and blew into her drink. A blanked was wrapped around her shoulders, and though she was dressed normally enough, her eyes were tired, and a pair of pink slippers adorned her feet. "You're the Yato."

Stepping past the group Kamui looked up at the woman. She was taller than him. Oddly relaxed for somebody that had stumbled upon an invasion.

"What of it?" His tone did nothing to intimidate her. The woman took a slow sip of her beverage. Shrugged.

"You're here to find that girl, right? Amy, or Ame, or Amm-" Her voice trailed off as she searched for more names that could fit, but Kagura took to her brother's side, excited at the lead. It was time for her to show her special investigative skills. This was her moment.

"Do you know her?"

"Not really. Iori had her moved upstairs... Or was it downstairs? On this floor? No, no, probably downstairs..." Again, the woman trailed off. Rambled a list of rooms that held no significance to Kamui. He started to say something to her, but Kagura cut in before he could.

"Downstairs? So she's here? With Iori?" The girl had latched onto the conversation, and behind her, Abuto glanced at Gintoki. They knew where this was going. Kamui was going to break away from them and crash into whatever room Ame was in. Tear through anybody he saw.

"Oh, no. Not with her. Iori is somewhere else. Probably her room. Or the kitchen. Or the loading dock. Maybe the main hall? I don't know. This isn't my business, kill them all for all I care." With that, the woman backed into the room and closed the door. Clicked the lock in place, and left the group to ponder their confirmed suspicions. Kamui, on the other hand, didn't care to stick to the rigid moral code Gintoki and his sister were enforcing. He didn't need a group. He could take care of them all on his own.

Now that he knew where to start...

His legs carried him of their own accord. Didn't wait for the others to catch up or join. He walked right into the open halls with no regard for being spotted. Even when multiple voices called out to him with the threat of capture and further obstacles, his mind was blank beyond the confirmation he'd received.

"We found them! In the East hall!" A whistle was blown, and in the approaching crowd of no less than a dozen people, metal rang out. Knives, guns, Kamui wasn't sure. it didn't matter. Iori had taken Ame, and he was going to find her. Both of them. If Ame was leaving him, he was going to kill her too. But Iori first. For tempting the woman away with her lesbian nuances and womanly wiles that were probably the standard; considering the responses he got when he assumed Ame was normal. His pace increased at the sound of a challenge, and while the group charged forth, Kamui hardly reacted. Took one good step before immersing himself in the sea and chopping them down.

They were unprepared to deal with the likes of him. Went down easily. All of them fell. Their weight was thrown around and the walls gave out under the force of impact as he batted them aside. In the background, the familiar cries of restraint sounded, and he turned back to peer at Gintoki and Kagura as they rushed to join him, but he was already the last one standing. Blood had been drawn and slashed the walls, and the pool of writhing, groaning bodies at his feet proved that he hadn't stepped out of line.

Even as Gintoki stopped at the edge and eyed his work with unnecessary alarm, Kamui could tell that he disapproved. That he thought his moral code was universal, and something that everybody should jump on board with. But while the world needed people like Gintoki, it also needed people like Kamui. Somebody had to be the criminal. And at this point, Abuto wasn't the only one hiding something from Kamui.

He'd seen those tight-lipped glances they'd been exchanging all night, and he wasn't pleased.

Everybody below him had been broken in some form or another, but they were still breathing. Barely, maybe, but they were alive and well. For the most part. And would continue their lives as amputees or with intense physical therapy. Kagura met his gaze, unintimidated by the challenge in his eyes. To say something. Anything. If they said one more thing to him, he was going to make them the new objects of his aggression.

As he waited to see the response, a pop radiated through the hall, and his side was struck by a foreign object. Gintoki perked up and set their eyes beyond him, and Kagura stared at the wound of his torso. On the opposite end of the hall, somebody was launched past his line of sight. Abuto appeared, unfazed and fingering his metal arm. Caught the tail end of Kamui turning towards the man that had shot him.

"Oi! Wait-"

"Nii-Chan!"

The gun wielding man released another shot that hit his shoulder, and Kamui walked directly to him. Even as he started to back away, his fate was sealed. He tried to make a mad dash for the stairwell, but his effort was futile. With one lunge, the Captain had him in his grasp and slammed his head into the drywall beside them; not surprised when it gave and made a perfectly sized hole to carry the man's neck.

"Abuto," Barely turning back to the group, Kamui contemplated what he would do with Gintoki and Kagura after this. He didn't want them around anymore. At the sound of his name, the older man straightened his shoulders and offered his full attention. "Bring Iori to me." It was a solid plan. If Abuto didn't come through, Kamui could dock his pay and call it even.

"And why would you be looking for me, little Ginger-snap Fuck?"

At the head of the stairs, the woman in question stood in all her glory. Short sword drawn, and with more Yato fodder at her back. She'd been watching. Troops rushed down the stairwell on either side of her as she took her time. Strolled to the foot of the stairs while her men surrounded Kamui's foursome, guns and swords drawn. Just waiting for one of them to make a wrong move. Gintoki eyed the small militia and kept his hand on his bokken. Knew that the wall of people wouldn't discourage Kamui from starting a war. At his back, Kagura dropped her stance with her hands ready to strike the first person that approached.

Seeing that his job was already done, Abuto watched as the injured people further down the hall were hauled off one by one. Most likely, Ame could hold her own for a while. They'd have to deal with this first.

"You know why I'm here." Matter-of-factly accusing the woman, Kamui took a step forward. He knew she was going to make a run for the crossing hall. She was going to leave her men to die as a necessary sacrifice to preserve her own life, but she wasn't getting away from him.

"Did you lose something? Thought I picked it up?"

"We know Ame is here, yes!" Kagura barely took her eyes off the men in front of her to glance at the raven haired woman. So that was Iori? She hadn't known what to expect, and was disappointment. She almost thought it would be a hardened, hairy veteran, covered in scars and maybe missing an ear. Though the woman did have a prominent scar across her neck, it wasn't enough to qualify her for Iori status.

"Ame?" Smiling the name, Iori tilted her head. "Haven't seen her. Did she leave you? Got tired of boring white picket fence, family dog, and budding parenthood?"

"We don't have any of that!"

Wide eyed, Abuto kept his back to Kamui and the woman. Maybe Iori wouldn't blow their silence and ruin everything.

"What? You don't know?" A frown took the woman's features as her chocolate gaze drilled into the seas of Kamui's eyes. Then her grin returned; full force."You don't know." It was as if she had stumbled upon a gem mine. She drew in a breath, and Abuto saw the catastrophe approaching. Knew he had to do something to stop it.

"Oh- oh- they stabbed me!" Shouting the words, he grasped at his stomach. "It hurts!" The three members of his group couldn't help but slowly turn back to him, confused. Likely paired with everybody else. "They're attacking me back here- somebody stop them!" Quickly grabbing onto the gun closest to him, he snatched the man forward and threw him to the ground. In that one motion, he started a war. Everybody started to move. People charged towards their small group, guns went off, and before he knew it, the hallway had descended to madness.

Bokken drawn, Gintoki deflected a sword and ducked under another. Kagura sent two men back with a roundhouse across their ribs. Kamui was nearly overpowered by the wall that slammed into him. The humans seemed to know that he was stronger, and adequately focused their man power on bringing him down. Multiple people crashed into his sides in an attempt at a dog pile, and he caught sight of Iori doing exactly as he predicted. Dashing down the hallway. Brute force was required to rip the men from himself and obtain any semblance of freedom, but they kept coming. No matter how man he shook off, tossed away, or shoved back, their numbers were anything but small. When more hands leapt to his limbs, and a blade was pushed into his back, he snapped.

He didn't have time for this.

Twisting around to shake the oppressive grasps again, his fist slammed into a man's face. Sent him down the hall; sprawled and disoriented. His knee jammed into an unknown stomach, and his leg immediately stretched into a kick that crushed bone under the force of impact.

Kagura blocked a fist and countered by grasping the woman's lapel to send her flying into the ground.

"Nii-Nii!" She tried to call out to her brother, but his lack of response was evidence enough that she wasn't getting through. Dodging a blade, the girl jabbed into her new opponent's stomach, then glanced towards her brother. The sight was gruesome. More than she'd expected. Through an array of corpses, he was picking himself up from the ground; splattered with blood and slowly prying himself from the grasps of more people. His hand cut through a torso, and a spray of red hit the wall as the person in front of him fell.

"It's no use, kid-" Slamming a woman into the ground, Abuto twisted around to catch a sword with his metal arm. His boot shot into the man's knee and a sickening snap resounded over the many battle cries around them. Kamui had the right idea before. If they couldn't kill the humans, knees were great ways to subdue them.

"We can take care of this!" Already aware of Kamui's shift, Gintoki blocked a sword and managed to connect with a neck. The people kept coming, but Kamui's departure would have no impact on their ability to take them out. It was probably better if he left; seeing as to how many people he'd killed in the span of mere seconds. If he wanted to chase after that woman, nobody would stop him.

And nobody did. Iori had a head start, but Kamui was nearly behind her. Running full speed and determined to get his hands on her.

She thought she had a clear opening, but his footsteps let on that he'd given chase. It wasn't a big deal. She knew the building better than anybody. But then she glanced back.

Impossibly wide eyes greeted her, and the smile that he wore wasn't any less alarming. He was gaining on her with startling speed, and the woman needed a change of direction. It wasn't fair. She was being attacked because her girlfriend hadn't realized that they belonged together yet. And if that man, the ginger, kept getting in the way, Ame would never have the chance to see how wrong she had been in leaving.

Spinning around to face the oncoming threat, Iori slashed towards him. His open hand cut by her and she ducked under him as he passed, then turned for an adjoining hall. The moment she passed, the wall itself exploded as the man crashed through; bleeding through his shirt but in no way inhibited by the damage. She ducked into a door, knowing full well that he would take out half of the wall with his entrance, and when he did, the nozzles were pulled from water heating canisters and hot steam poured over him.

But that didn't stop him.

Iori hefted a tool box up and swung it towards the man as he advanced through the steam, and it connected with a satisfying crack and jingle of the metal within. Threw him off to the side and gave almost enough time for her to make for the exit, but when the man picked himself up, she launched the box at him. Thought it would have the same outcome. Plastic splintered, and tools washed over the room. He swiped at her again, and in an attempt at dodging his grasp, Iori threw her weight aside. Just barely avoided death, because apparently, he was out to kill her. His fist returned in a fraction of a second, and she barely had time to poise her short sword as a spike for his chest. It connected. Stabbed through the man, and his actions came to a halt.

Two large eyes stared up at Kamui in wait. Expected him to crumble, or show any sign of injury. His gaze dropped to the sword, and as Iori thought that his storm had died out, he took hold of her sword. Grasped the blade, impartial to his own blood; spraying over not only the woman, but his sleeves and sprinkling the floor. Crying out in surprise, Iori backed away, and took her blade with her, but before she could form another plan, she was caught and knocked to the ground. Quickly followed by a fist she had no intention of meeting. He dented the floor under her. Broke through the tile and wood, and as she gaped up at him and his quickly healing burns, the ground gave out.

Even the sword seemed to have no effect. As she fell, the man followed suit. Crashed through the wooden support beams and was unfazed by their landing on the concrete below. Iori scrambled away. Swiped her dropped sword up and chose the nearest door. Had to escape him, before he actually caught her. That hit hadn't been anything to downplay, she could have lost her collarbone or her head altogether. Ame hadn't been joking. He wasn't just an Amanto, he was a monster. All because she was a woman in love with the person that he thought he owned. And he was just behind her with another attack that she didn't care to receive.

An approaching swarm of her men provided an easy break, and she slid towards them, then around a corner as Kamui tore through the boundary behind her. Took another path and tried to shake him off. Her men hadn't slowed him down in the slightest. It was as if they'd exploded on impact; the ceiling, walls, and floor were nothing but a blank canvas to Kamui, and even the circular light over head died when he threw a person into it.

She just had to make it to the bomb shelter. It wasn't far. She gained time the moment they'd fallen, and with more people rushing to subdue the man, she counted herself as safe. Slipped down another stairwell and tucked herself beyond the steel door to lock it from the inside; take an overdue breath and plan her attack.

He thought he was victorious for now. But he didn't know where Ame was; that she had escaped her cell, and he wasn't going to run over Iori so easily.

Not yet.

The multiple people that confronted Kamui had too much ego to be spared. He wouldn't have been easier on them if they had run, but if they thought that he would be brought down by them, humans, they were mistaken. As far as he was concerned, all of them played a part in Iori's plan, and the blame of such equally shined upon his victims. For being on Iori's team. He extracted his revenge one at a time; favoring no gender or weapon over the other, until he found himself in a silent hall under the concealment of partial darkness; alone. Iori had escaped. Run off and likely hidden herself to avoid his wrath.

With the raven haired pirate out of the picture, he didn't know where to start looking for Ame. Didn't even know where he was in the building.

He shook his hands off, paying the dismembered and crushed bodies around him no mind as a stream of consciousness reentered his mind. This was why Gintoki and Kagura had no business being there. The walk to another stairwell brought familiar voices. Abuto and Kagura, not too far off, and Kamui ascended the steps as a bullet pushed its way from his chest and hit the metal ground with a sharp ring. He must have been underground. They had been on the first floor, and last he heard, Ame should have been underground as well. Or was it upstairs? He couldn't remember. Somewhere.

"That's that kid! Catch him!" Gintoki was the next to speak, and as Kamui reached the head of the stairwell, a blond boy crashed into his stomach. Fell backwards as Kagura came into view behind him; swinging a floor lamp.

"I got him!"

"No- no- are you crazy?! You're gonna kill him!" The silver haired samurai was quick behind the girl; hand outstretched The lamp was thrown, and Kamui plucked it from the air with one hand as he studied the boy at his feet. Set the lamp down, as though it wasn't an unusual weapon that Kagura had manifested from thin air. Once the approaching pair caught sight of Kamui, they skidded to a halt. Abuto emerged from a nearby doorway, arms crossed and turned to the reformed group.

"Nobody in there."

At Kamui's feet, steel irises were transfixed on him. Likely taking in the sight of his bloodstained hands and pants. Or face. He hadn't been paying attention, but knew that he had been all but bathed in it.

"This is the kid?" He repeated, and Gintoki stepped forward. Seemed to have more faith in him when he was faced with a child.

"He's gotta be."

Said boy hadn't moved an inch. His yukata was faded jade and had been stained red as well, as if he had been a part of the previous action, but he didn't appear to be injured. Kamui stooped down to pick the kid up. Raised him to eye level, and offered a smile.