Chapter 4: Institute (4).

"I did not train my body nor studied the art of 'it' but you can just call it weeb instincts, as it is my ghetto explanation. Sigh* to be honest I really hate explaining sh*t."

- A quote from Titus, fragments of the 'past'.

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Flashback*

Everyday Titus woke up and followed suit his daily routine of wake up, eating, school, eating, school, eating and sleep. His everyday life is pretty monotonous and boring in fact.

Titus is the type of student that does not stand out. It was done by choice as he chose not to. For him who was ahead from his peers, School was just a step and doesn't matter how you do it as long as you pass,and so he did. This type of lifestyle continued.

Until.

Morning.

Titus got out of his bed and proceeded to tidy himself up. Going to the bathroom, he snuck a peek at the clock," 6:00 am he muttered under his breath. Shaking his head lightly he entered the bathroom and washed himself up to waken.

" Hey you pr*cks get out of here! " (he could only hear muffled sounds) As Titus was washing himself up when he heard a murmur from the ventilation in the bathroom. At first Titus just ignored as maybe it was just some noise created by it but the murmur was constantly increasing in volume.

Irritated from the noise, Titus got out as he finished earlier than usual. However his yet uncontrollable *gut feeling* was triggered full alert as he started to hear increasingly buzzing noises outside the window of his room.

Peeking through the window Titus curiously watched a terrible scene unfold outside. Titus peeked through just in time and saw his father got punched right in the bridge of his nose, bleeding. His mother who was protected by his father's back caught the old man stumbling to his feet as she broke out a wail of agony. Titus who watched the scene trembled and abruptly shot off his feet as he got near to the closet and hurriedly got dressed up. Of course he was not dumb enough to run outside naked in a towel and bring more ruckus to the already devastating events outside.

Going down the stairs, Titus raced through the house at breakneck speed not minding if he will stumble at all. But that all stopped when he arrived at the front door. Surprisingly he was hesitant whether to rush through the door or not. Shaking his head lightly he thought, 'No, as I will just add more commotion and additional worries for my parents in addition I don't know the whole story so it's better to observe the situation first.' Thinking that way Titus held back his aggravated emotions.

Titus' way of thinking suddenly became calm and analyzed it logically first before taking an action. It was at this moment that Titus knew that the 'uncontrollable' thing in the past was now following through his will. He rejoiced upon concluding the unexpected turn up but still hid it deep inside his heart at the moment as the situation beyond the door is turning dire.

Flashback ended*

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Drip*

Sweat poured down from Titus' face as he turned his head to look at the vehicle.

Click*

The door opened and revealed a leg in black stockings. The black high heels touched the ground as two consecutive clack* sounded. The sound broke the heavy atmosphere, and Titus having just turned his head saw a woman seemingly in her twenties.

The one which seemed to be a goddess that descended upon the mortal world, in a car, for some reason. Her long black hair was tied into a bun with a traditional Chinese style hair clip(dunno what's it called but it's those chopsticks thingy that they put on their hair). Upon closer look, her face was void of makeup which turned the scene from unlikely to be close to impossible, alas there is nothing impossible.

However Titus shook out of his dreamy state as he felt his neck hair tingling. It was not the same from the former event but there was a new reason. He turned his gaze back at the man and saw the man trembling with weak knees which caused Titus to be even more surprised with the current state.

Feeling the woman started walking at his back, he stood up and ignored the trembling man to turn to the woman. Titus had a hunch that the reason why the man was trembling was because of the woman so, he decided to bring limelight to the woman again.

Staring to the woman eyes, Titus just realized how tantalizing the woman is. 'Damn, it can't be true that the eyes are the window to your soul, I mean damn woman'. Titus thought as he started cursing reality. The woman stopped about a meter from Titus and Titus noticed the change.

"Yo". Titus said towards the woman. He then made a hand gesture by flicking his wrist, palm wide open, of a greeting. However even before the woman can open her mouth the trembling man behind him ubruptly sprung and jump 'over' Titus' head, literally. 'Come on, I'm at least considered average in height and he still parkoured pass me.' He thought.

"Madame, I... I did not expect you to be here so early..." The man stuttered upon saying those words. There is one thing that Titus was sure of now and it's the reason why the man was trembling, not because of fear nor pressure but because of eagerness. Eagerness that you can only see from religious members in 'worshipping' God. 'I mean I can't blame him for that though...' Titus thought in his head as he watched the man kneeling in front of the woman.

"So what's seems to be the problem? " The woman said as the bells clang accompanying her heavenly voice. The man who heard it visually trembled and hurriedly complied to the woman. "Madame, this kid right says that he wants to enter the institute with his entry being viable through his" invitation" and turns out-" The man dragged the end and turned to look at Titus', he was glaring akin of that of a tiger. Titus felt a chill as he could clearly feel the animosity of the man towards him.

Feeling the man glare, the woman then directed her gaze at Titus and her red lips parted. "And who you might be, Mister?" The woman asked. Titus then replied, "Titus, Titus White. Just Titus for short, by the way ma'am this-" "How dare you speak to the madame like that! You insolent brat!" However even before Titus finished his sentence the man cut him off.

The woman however just responded with an," oh. " As for a brief moment the woman's face flashed with surprise that has been quickly regressed and back into the untouchable aura, her holiness.

However that did not escape Titus' eye as all the time he was staring into the womans eyes and barely even blink.

'Huh?' Titus thought.