“If that's all you wanted to know, get out of my way. I'm tired, I want to sleep.” Akai scratched at the shell of his ear as he waited for Jordan to move.

Of course, she didn't. Instead, she put both hands on his chest and felt the ridges of his muscles through his shirt. “Can I come up and sleep with you?” she asked in a breathy, needy voice. “I'll be a very good girl.”

His skin crawled. If she had been anyone else, and he meant anyone, he would have taken her up on that offer. Jordan was out for herself and no one else. She'd walked all over so many people, trampling their spirits as if they were as useless as a used tissue. She'd caused so many to die, accidentally and on purpose, that Akai was terrified he'd end up either dead or enslaved if he let her anywhere near him while he slept.

He grabbed her wrists and tugged, whipping her around, away from the door. He twirled her up to a chair and when it hit the backs of her legs, she sat. “I appreciate the offer, but I'll sleep alone tonight.” He said evenly, before releasing her wrists.

He disappeared behind the door and locked it, before she could climb to her feet. The door was spelled, it couldn't be opened by anyone who hadn't been given express permission to go through. The windows of the apartments were the same. He shook his head and climbed to the second floor.

Above the Cat Box, stood a hallway with four doors. Each one was an apartment. Akai lived in one, Martin lived in another. One was rented by a fae who never set foot downstairs. He wasn't sure if they just never left their rooms, or if they only used the windows to leave their place.

The last apartment was vacant. It had belonged to his grandmother and her things were still inside. Eventually he and Martin would go through it, but it had only been three years. That was just a fraction of time for the two Yokai, and neither were quite ready to face the memories that resided within the apartment.

Akai walked into his apartment and pulled his shirt off and threw it across the room. He had been in such a good mood. He grumbled and threw himself onto the couch. He kicked off his shoes and let them fall haphazardly on the floor, then tucked one arm behind his head.

He scratched his stomach, right over his washboard abs, and looked up at the ceiling. Maybe he should get a picture of the fox and put it on the tiles above his couch. And with that one random thought, Akai was back in a good mood. A picture of Kita would be good, but Kita himself would be better. He just had to figure a way to either talk the Kitsune into visiting him, or he'd have to take the fox before he realized he was being taken. The idea of chasing after Kita made the cat very happy indeed.