Kita and the girl both look at this interloper in shock. He was tall and muscular and stood like one of those real “man's man” type of men. He had black hair and smoldering grey eyes. His arms were crossed and it made his biceps strain at the sleeves of the shirt he was wearing.

“What do you mean I have a fiance?!” Kita asked even as the woman he'd been in the process of wooing shook her head and turned to walk away.

Kita leaped out of his chair and ran around to stand in front of the woman. “Please, believe me, I have no fiance. I don't even know  that man!” What was happening right now? The fox had never had something like this occur in all of his hundreds of years. Why was this man interfering?

“He's lying, young lady. He most certainly has a fiance. You'd best leave and save yourself the heartbreak.” The man used his deep voice to finish off Kita's hunt.

The girl in question simply shook her head again, this time in utter disappointment at him. HIM! No woman had been disappointed with Kita since he was less than fifty!

Kita raised his hands in supplication at the woman, begging her to believe, but she simply walked around him and strode off towards the bar.

The fox dropped his hands to his sides and his shoulders slumped. Not only had his beautiful quarry slipped away, but this man just ruined one of his best hunting grounds. No one would believe he was single after word traveled. This was beyond frustrating. What had Kita done to deserve this? He never treated any of the women badly. He gave them their hearts desire. They always left satisfied afterwards, and he was always happy to have given them that little piece of contentment in their lives.

But this man... Kita swung violently towards the man, who was wearing a smirk of amusement. “I do NOT have a fiance! I don't lie!”

The man shrugged, “You do have one.”

Kita stormed up to the man, he was taller than the fox by an entire foot, which only made Kita more furious. He poked the interloper in the chest as hard as he could without breaking one of his delicate and much needed fingers. “I have never, in my very long life, had a fiance. Not. Once.”

The man grabbed Kita's hand and stooped so his face was directly in front of the smaller man's. The man's grey eyes glinted silver as he whispered, “You do, little fox, you do.”

Kita's eyes widened and he tugged his hand, trying to free it from the steel grasp of the stranger. Whoever he was, he knew Kita was a Kitsune, and that terrified him in a way he hadn't felt in years. He'd been in this city for decades and hadn't once come across another otherworldly being, until now. Because there was no way this man could be anything but otherworldly.

“Who are you?!” Kita gasped, still frantically trying to free himself.

The man tugged on Kita's trapped hand and pulled him closer. His cheek brushed against the fox's and the man's lips barely touched the edge of Kita's ear as he whispered, “My name is Fate.”