Akito Souma glared out at the people below, hanging halfway out the window. The illness was particularly bad today, and no one was there to help get through it. Kumeru was out, the maids were afraid to come into the room, and Hatori was over at the dog's house.

The Souma God's eyes narrowed at the thought of those useless animals. Akito had help them, given them food and shelter when they'd needed it. And in return they'd shown nothing but disrespect. They'd brought in the wretched Touru Honda, giving away their secret before even bothering to ask first. And what more, Hatori wouldn't even erase her damn memories.

Akito sighed, walking back over to the futon, the yukata hanging loosely around the God's frame. There was an animalistic growl before the whole futon was tipped over out of rage. Akito stormed out to the balcony, glaring mercilessly out at the garden.

"So be it," came the angry voice of the terrible Souma God. "If they're going to leave me, so be it. Let them continue their useless attempts to break their curse. That pathetic girl will never accept the cat, Kyo. Not truly. And when she runs away, they'll come running back to me for shelter. And will I help them? No. Of course not. They've brought it upon themselves. If they want to go off and disrespect their God, so be it."

And that is how Kumeru found his God. Standing out in the cold, hands gripping the balcony railing with knuckle-whitening strength, muttering over and over, "So be it."