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The day was just dragging on for Purin, and, to be perfectly honest, it wasn't turning out to be a great day, either. Firstly, she had woken to the crying of one of her younger siblings. One cry was enough to set all the young ones off, whilst the older ones tried to calm them. They couldn't, and, as always, Purin had had to intervene, and take control. When she'd finally managed to stop them, clothe them, and feed them, she'd realized they were all late for school. She'd had to ask the older ones to take the youngest to school, before hurrying off to their own various facilities. She had thought that, because of the lovely weather and the fact that the day had started off bad, the day would turn out fine, and she'd walked to her own school, a huge smile plastered across her face.

She hadn't known there was worse to come. On the way there, she'd almost been run over by an elderly, drunk man, who was in no fit state to be driving anywhere. She'd tried to tell him this, in the nicest way possible, but that had resulted in her being severely told off, with a variety of colorful swear words in the mix. Great. Now she had old men shouting at her. She'd dutifully taken it, before walking off, refusing to let the smile drop from her face. Yes, she was rather stubborn.

But the cherry on the icing hadn't come until she'd finally arrived at her destination. She'd walked through the gates, groaning inwardly when she'd realized school had already started, and carried on through the double doors, down a few winding corridors, to her homeroom. Now she had middle aged women shouting at her too, as her Form Tutor reprimanded her for being late yet again. She'd listened shamefacedly, nodding and adding 'No ma'am's, and 'Yes, ma'am's here and there, before rushing to her seat, next to her boyfriend of eight months- Tamahome. She smiled at him, relieved to see his face, before frowning when he didn't return the simple gesture. Then he'd started to reel out a huge speech, which had obviously been practiced beforehand, about how 'he didn't think things were working out between them' and 'he needed a break.' So, basically, Purin had thought bitter;y, I'm dumped.

And now here she was, willing the last bell to ring, signaling the end of the day, so that she could go home and forget any of it had ever happened. She hadn't been able to cry during school time, hadn't found the time, and she didn't want her younger siblings to see her like that, so she'd decided the best time to break down was on the walk home. And she really doubted she could keep the gears at bay any longer. She could feel the pressure building inside, the pain in her chest, and she blinked her eyes a few times, rapidly, trying to focus on breathing.

The bell rang, breaking through her trail of thoughts, and she jumped up gratefully, almost throwing her things back into her rucksack, and fleeing the classroom. She allowed herself a small smile, as she left the school, a slight breeze catching her hair, blowing across her face, as she rushed out of the school gates. She couldn't hold it in any longer. The burden of having to look after herself, and her siblings, along with the days' events suddenly got to her, and a few tears found their way out of her red rimmed eyes, and streamed down her cheeks, as she wept silently. They blurred her vision, and she stumbled forward, wiping her eyes every so often. Not even her favorite pastime could stop them.

Her pastime would probably seem immature to most. But she needed it, It kept her faith, kept her going. She'd imagine Taruto. He would be there, beside her, lifelike. He would talk to her, help her with her problems, keep her company. She had started the 'game' when Taruto had first gone, and she'd been so upset when she'd realized he wasn't coming back. As she grew, the imaginary Taruto stayed the same, as childlike as ever. She'd call on him when she needed him, and she needed him now. But she couldn't seem to imagine him, and she growled in irritation.

She closed her eyes. Opened them. Nope. Closed them. Opened them. He wasn't there. Again. She gritted her teeth, set her jaw, and clenched her eyes shut again, tears clinging to her eyelashes. She crossed her fingers, and opened her eyes, to see...nothing. She scowled, sighed, and turned to walk on, stopping dead in her tracks. It had worked. He was there. But something was different. Usually, when the imaginary Taruto spoke, it was the words she made him say. He never said anything unless she wanted him too. But when he spoke this time, they were words she'd not willed him to say, words that she'd never thought she'd hear Taruto say.

'Yo, Pudding! I'm back- ya miss me?'

Taruto's POV

It'd been so long since I was back on this planet- and this time, I was here for good. Not like the last time. I hadn't expected to see her so soon. But there she was, as beautiful as ever. And all grown up. She seemed...a little startled, when she turned to see me. But not as surprised as I'd expected she would be. It was almost as if she'd expected me, and I'd turned up late for something. That struck me as odd. But when I spoke, her expression changed. It's like it was something she'd never expected. I'd have thought me turning up would have been the point where she got surprised. But no, it was when I opened my mouth and spoke.

'Yo, Pudding!' I said. I think my voice betrayed how I felt, so I tried to make it seem more...off Standish. 'I'm back- ya miss me?'