Kita poured himself a cup of coffee, leaned against the counter, and sipped his ambrosia. He was grateful that the grocery delivery had been on time. His one weakness was coffee. It made life worth living. Simple pleasures and all that. Fate sat at the breakfast bar and drank his milk. Kita just shook his head and continued enjoying his perfectly prepared cup of life.

“I've been thinking about this whole living together thing.” The fox said as he poured his second cup.

“Oh?” Fate looked guarded as he took another drink of his milk.

“I might be fine with it, maybe. If you tell me why you're really here.” Kita stared at the god from over the top of his coffee cup.

Fate leaned an elbow on the breakfast bar and rested his chin against his fist. The god had changed into sweatpants and a tank. It was weird seeing him in anything so relaxed. His mouth twisted as he thought, then he nodded against his fist as if he'd decided something. “How much do you know of Inari?”

“The god?” Kita set his cup on the counter.

“Actually, Inari is a title.” Fate finished his milk and took the glass to the sink to rinse it.

“What do you mean, Inari is a title?!” With so few words, Fate had just changed Kita's world. Everyone knew Inari was the god of the foxes. One of the gods of harvest.

“The first Inari was a woman, a Kitsune who had reached one thousand years. She lived a very very long time before someone killed her. The second Inari wasn't a Kitsune at all, but was an old man who reached enlightenment. He surprised all of the gods when he was called on to be Inari. As a god, he lasted almost as long as his predecessor before he decided to move on and be reborn.” Fate placed his hands on the edge of the sink and didn't look at the fox.

“Okay. Who was the next Inari?” He knew there was a reason Fate was bringing up all this unknown knowledge, but he hadn't found the connection yet.

“Well... There isn't anyone filling the role of Inari right now. There hasn't been for almost three hundred years.” Fate turned and rested his lower back against the sink.

“And?” Kita felt like he should brace himself for the reply.

“And the last two potential Inari's were murdered. Kita, according to the Morai, you are the next prospective Inari.” Fate looked so serious, that the fox knew he wasn't joking.

The blood drained from Kita's face. He was just an ordinary fox spirit. There was nothing, nothing, special about him. And now he was expected to do what? Become a god?! The last two possible Inari's were murdered. They were murdered! They had to have been very powerful to kill two almost gods. How was he going to protect himself against someone that powerful?

Kita's knees gave out and he slid to the floor. He started listing to the side and Fate rushed over and grabbed the fox's arms to keep him from knocking his head on the floor. Now the fox knew why the god was so interested in him. They needed someone to fill Inari's shoes and Fate would help keep him alive long enough to do so.

Kita managed to find his voice, and said weakly, “congratulations Fate, you now have a roommate.”