Kita's eyes fluttered closed and his breathing evened out. Fate sighed. At least the fox couldn't try and persuade the god to leave if he was too busy sleeping off a drunken stupor. Of course, it also left Fate responsible for putting the beautiful fox to bed.

The idea of a bed and Kita, made Fate groan again. He had to control his impulses. He couldn't ruin his chance at this. The fox would have to learn who Fate really was on his own. That was what the Morai had predicted. His Mothers' had never had a vision with their son in it before. It was cryptic as all of their visions were, but Kita held the key to his happiness, that much was absolutely certain.

Kita shivered in his sleep and Fate braced himself for what he'd have to do. “Alright fox, don't panic if you wake up.” He whispered, then slid his arms around the back of Kita's knees and the center of his back. He lifted the fox up in his muscular arms as if he weighed nothing, which honestly, wasn't surprising. He was such a tiny thing, Fate mused, even for a Kitsune, he was small.

It didn't take Fate long to find the bed since the penthouse was very open. There was a little half-wall that curved, sectioning off part of the room. He walked around the wall and found a large wooden sleigh bed tucked behind it.

He bent, still holding the fox, and, using two fingers, awkwardly pulled the covers back enough to settle Kita on the bed. Fate tugged at the laces to Kita's boots, one of his hands gently holding the fox's leg as he worked. After a short time wrestling the boots off, he set them aside and pulled the covers over the fox.

Fate stood there looking down at the little fox. The yearning, he'd tried so hard to hide, shining through his eyes. Happiness. He wanted it. He needed it, and to get it, he needed Kita. He was so close now. So close to nirvana that he could literally reach out and touch it. He could take it, take him, but the warnings he was given by his parents kept him from being greedy and impatient. No, not impatient, he was so impatient that it burned.

He would hunt the fox and play the game. He would hold on to his resolve... But for now, maybe he would lay down beside the fox and watch him sleep. He wouldn't do anything, only watch... only for a while.

Fate sat on the opposite side of the bed, took his shoes off, and laid down on top of the covers. He knew if he slid under those covers all bets would be off, and he wouldn't be able to stop from overstepping the rules he'd set for himself. For thirty minutes the god watched the fox. Right before he would have gotten up and tried to fit his large frame on the couch for the rest of the night, Kita made a soft hurr sound and rolled over.

The god held his breath as Kita snuggled close, his arm going over Fate's waist, and his cheek resting on the god's chest. This was either heaven or hell. To be so close and not be able to do what he really desired. Maybe it was both. He had to keep telling himself that, when the chase was over, he would have the fox. Heart and soul.