The name sent ice sliding down Kita's spine. He knew that name, well, knew of that name.

Hundreds of years ago, even before Kita was born, the Moirai, also known as the three fates, decided they wanted a child. They created him using their own blood, the ribbons and shears of their own trade, and pure magic gifted to them from all the gods, for who would deny the keepers of fate anything they desired?

It took the Moirai years and years of tending before their son was born. First he was cocooned in the fates own ribbons. Once a year the fates took a gift of magic from the gods and poured it into the cocoon. Each year the cocoon grew more man shaped, until finally, the ribbons broke and their son stood full grown before them. Not only was he born full grown but he was born gifted with strong powers from the magic his mothers had poured into him. As if that wasn't enough, he also had the gifts of all three of the Moirai as well.

As a thank you to his mothers for giving him life, he offered to take over their jobs, but the fates loved their son dearly and wanted him to live his own life. The son loved them just as much and made a deal with them. One month out of every year, Fate stood in for the Moirai so they had time to rest and enjoy their own lives. They agreed and balance was reached.

Fate was one of the most powerful gods ever, and he was here, hanging on to Kita's hand as if he was never going to let it go. A shiver traveled through the fox as panic caused his heart to race. “Let me go.” Kita begged in a whisper. Kita was a no one, just a simple Kitsune living his life in a way that harmed no one, not even his conquests felt negative emotions after he left them. He'd done nothing to garner the attention of the one and only son of the Moirai.

Fate took a step back and looked into Kita's Ice blue eyes. His gaze narrowed as he took in the fox's tremors. “You don't understand, and I have a feeling you won't for a while yet. I will release you for now. Do not be surprised when you see me again, because you will see me again.”

Kita tried to retrieve his hand, but Fate still hadn't let it go. The god man held fast for another moment, then released Kita and ran his hand through his hair as if exasperated with the situation. Kita stumbled back and gasped in a panicked breath. He scrambled for his things and shoved them into his messenger bag before racing out the door.

Once Kita was outside he frantically made his way home and began to pack. There was no way he was staying in a city with Fate breathing down his neck. Everyone knew that if you tangled with Fate you were playing with fire and Kita had no desire to be burned.