The Fruit of Tito

Chapter 7: Family Troubles

Tito had a lot to think about on his long way back home, Indra had decided it was best to leave for the academy later on tonight. She decided it was best to say goodbye to their "families" before they left, Tito would end up seeing his sister again when she came back to the academy, and he knew she would most likely be upset. But he didn't care about that, what he cared about was his father, Tito remembered how his father betrayed him. Selling him out to King, Tito could feel the rage bubble up inside of him as he walked towards his house.

     Tito decided if Domo's memory was erased he would let sleeping dogs rest, but Tito knew Domo's memory was still intact. "If you're going to kill them make it fast, we have to leave tonight." Indra's words sat deep inside Tito's mind, constantly replaying as he got closer to his house. Tito noticed a figure sitting on the stairs of his house, subtle smoke exiting his lips.

     "Making it easy for me huh old man?" Tito shouted out loud making Domo stand up. Domo let out a deep sigh and shook his head somberly.

"You're not my son anymore, are you?"

"You lost the right to call me your son years ago." Tito quickly and bluntly responded, making Domo lower his head a bit.

"We didn't have a choice-"

"Do NOT give me that bullshit, do you know what I had to go through? I had to see my friends die, I had to be tortured everyday for a fucking year. All because of you." Tito spat out the "you" with harmful intent, Domo just tapped the pipe he was smoking and let out another puff. This only served to increase Tito's fury, veins started the bulge from his forehead and forearms as he clenched his fists.

     "I think this is enough talking." Was all Tito said before sprinting towards his father, murderous intent in his eyes. "I don't want to fight my son, even if you technically aren't him anymore." Domo said while blocking Tito's attacks with his large paintbrush. "YOU LOST THE RIGHT TO CALL ME YOUR SON!" Tito screamed as he threw a roundhouse kick, Domo was just able to block it before it came into contact with his chin.

"Can't use your soul when your too busy blocking!" Tito kept closing the distance between him and Domo by throwing a flurry of punches and elbows. Domo noticed Tito was only focused on attacking him, and quickly pulled out one of his smaller brushes and began drawing a hand in the air. Domo then allowed Tito to get a hit on him while he sent the hand below the ground, it quickly came from the earth behind Tito and grabbed him before he could close the distance again. The hand flung him back a few feet before liquefying into a puddle of ink.

"You know, I never really cared for you Tito. I knew that demon Indra was inside of you as soon as you were put on our porch. But Ann insisted that we keep you, so the first chance I got to dispose of that demon that was inside of you; I took it. You don't know what she did, the problems she's caused. If anything it was the nicest thing I could do to you, sparing you a life being used by that monster." Domo stated while drawing several lines with a giant brush. Once Domo was done speaking Tito started to chuckle a bit, until it turned into a full blown laugh.

"What makes you think that I didn't let Indra be apart of my body. Oh wait, there's no way you can understand the deal me and Indra made. But I suppose that's all you need to know!" Tito tried to lunge at his father but realized he couldn't move.

"Audience, full name: Art Gallery Audience. It's Pan-Pan passive ability, nobody can make any hostile movements towards me while I'm painting. I really don't want to hurt you, but you pose a threat to my family, I feel it. You're a fruit user aren't you Tito? A cursed fruit, don't take this the wrong way boy but you're equivalent to human garbage and need to be disposed of, but if you walk away right now I'll spare your life." Domo stated subtly, casually painting a claw in the air.