Kita nuzzled his face against his warm pillow. He was on the edge of waking up, but he felt so relaxed that he started going back under sleeps embrace. His pillow groaned and let out a muffled curse. That yanked Kita away from sleep in an instant. He froze and his eyes opened wide.

“Sorry, didn't mean to wake you.” His pillow said hoarsely.

The fox reared back and his mouth dropped in shock. Fate was in his bed. A bed Kita didn't even remember getting into. The god laid on top of the covers and he was fully clothed, but the fox's face had been mushed against Fate's chest. Fate looked at him with sleep deprived silver eyes. Kita blinked away from the tortured look and as if it had a mind of it's own, his gaze traveled down Fate's body. Kita felt a blush cover his skin when he noticed a considerable bulge that wasn't normally there. He quickly looked away and focused on the view from the windows.

“Point to the bathroom.” Fate's voice sounded slightly strangled.

Kita figured the poor man was in a bit of an uncomfortable state. He hadn't thought gods had that issue in the morning. He pointed to the back, on the other side of the half-wall and Fate leaped from the bed and stormed his way to the bathroom. The god opened the door and closed it with enough force that Kita was worried he'd cracked it.

After rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Kita climbed out of bed and went to the door on the same side of the wall as the bed. He opened it and walked in. His closet was massive. It was half as long as his whole apartment and about a fourth as deep. So large, that he only took up a small part of it. There would be plenty of room for the god's things.

That gave the fox pause. He sat on an exquisitely designed, leather covered pouf in a daze. He was really considering letting Fate live with him. Why? He terrified Kita... well... he hadn't felt terrified when he woke up, maybe he'd felt a little horrified though. He'd never let anyone spend the night in his home, and not only had Fate stayed the night, Kita had cuddled up to him.

The heat rose to his face again. But... he thought, Fate didn't do anything weird to him while he slept. Last night Kita was so drunk, he could have done anything to him, he could have killed the fox, but he didn't. Maybe that's why he wasn't so terrified of the god, now. If he felt anything, it was confusion.

There was no reason for Fate to be interested in him. He might be ascending soon, he might be the oldest known living kitsune, but there were plenty of oldest known living yokai blood lines out there, not just kitsune. What was so special? He'd been in dangerous situations before. The world isn't a very civilized place even though most humans tout that very thing. It was even worse only a couple hundred years ago.

Kita had survived all of that on his own, hadn't he? He didn't need a protector now. Kita stood and pulled out some clothing to wear. He wanted to be comfortable today, sleeping in jeans left him feeling a bit pinched, so he picked soft blue lounge pants, a white tee-shirt, and the softest pair of boxer briefs money could buy. He was going to take a shower, get dressed, then grill his potential roommate. If he was going to agree to this, he was going to find out why the god was really here.