The Fruit of Tito

Chapter 9: Orientation Pt.2/ Total Defeat

Two days had passed since Tito and Indra's orientation. As they expected their names were the talk of the academy due to them breaking the orientation record. Several students came up to the pair trying to find out how they completed the course so fast, Tito and Indra would be harassed so bad that they needed to be escorted to their dorm.

The two currently laid on their bed facing away from each other. It was late and Tito had just been informed earlier that he had his official orientation fight tomorrow. "Ugh do we really have to be in the same dorm together?" Tito asked while rolling over to face Indra. "Due to the contract we made, we have to be in close proximity to each other. And the lady dorms are too far away from here." Indra said with her back still turned away from Tito.

"Plus you get to share a bed with the most beautiful being in the multiverse, you should be gla-," Tito couldn't help but cut Indra off with a snicker. Indra quickly turned around with a displeased look on her face. "What's so fucking funny?" Indra asked, but Tito kept snickering which made Indra kick Tito off of the bed. Tito had a hard time getting up due to him not wearing any of his prosthetics, "fuckin' asshole." Tito mumbled as he decided to stay on the ground; a few silent, awkward minutes passed before Tito felt himself being lifted by a giant, dark-red colored hand.

The hand aggressively threw Tito in the bed, making the bed squeak as Tito bounced a few times from the force. "Can't have you sleep on the floor before a big match." Indra said with her face still turned away from Tito. A few more silent minutes passed with Tito still being awake, he began rubbing his neck near where his missing right shoulder would be.

"Are you sure it's ok that I take my prosthetics out?" Tito asked still rubbing his neck. "Yes, I told you yesterday. As long as I'm in close proximity to you I can stop the soul leak, so stop worrying and go to sleep." Indra huffed after she was done with her sentence making Tito sigh. He slowly let his eyes close, falling into a deep slumber.

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Tito and Indra had to rush to get ready, due to Tito not waking up on time. Since Indra doesn't sleep she was already dressed and ready to go. Tito was trying to put his black sweatpants on while brushing his teeth, occasionally stumbling while trying to get his legs In the pant-legs. Once he completely finished doing both tasks he threw on a white T-shirt that had the word "Fight!" On the chest of the shirt, in a deep black color.

He snatched Indra's hand as he ran out the door, she had an expressionless expression on her face as Tito dragged her to the arena.

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The arena was oddly quiet when the pair arrived but they soon found out that the silence was not a good thing. There was one person on the other side of the concrete tiled arena. Tito looked above him to see the stadium full of bored students, then his eyes focused on four giant Jumbotrons in the middle of the arena, suspended in midair. One screen displayed an announcers table, all four of the announcers had displeased looks on their face and one of them looked like he was about to leave.

The second Jumbotron displayed the arena extremely close up, showing the annoyance on the other competitors face, the third screen displayed three older adults who also had frustrated looks on their face. The final Jumbotron displayed a timer that showed nine minutes had passed, Tito sighed a sigh of relief when he saw the time. He remembered that both participants had ten minutes after the set fight time to arrive or else they'd be disqualified.

"A lot of people seem pissed off because of your tardiness Tito." Indra whispered with a smirk on her face. "Good job pointing out the obvious." Tito whispered back. He began walking towards his side of the arena while Indra stayed towards the double doors they came in from. Everyone in the stadium started to focus their attention on Tito as he walked onto the arena. A few people started to whisper obscenities at Tito for being so late.