Pudding wiped her brow wearily. All this work was starting to get to her. Honcha was sick, and he threw up every half hour. Pudding was expected to clean it up, of course. Even though Pudding wasn't doing so good herself.

"This is hard," she said to herself. "Oh well. Mom would want me to be strong, Na No Da."

"Pudding," said a small child's voice. Pudding turned and saw Heicha (A/N: is that right?) standing in the doorway. "I don't feel too good."

'Uh-oh.'

"Let me feel your forehead, na no da," said Pudding, putting on a cheerful face to hide her exhaustion. She walked over to her younger sister, and put her hand on Heicha's forehead. Sure enough, the small girl had a fever.

"Oh dear," said Pudding out loud. "Looks like you're sick, Heicha. Here. I'll make you a bed on the couch, and you can sit there till you feel better. I'll bring you some soda to drink. Come on." Heicha was too weak to protest as Pudding took her hand and led her to the living room.

"There you go, na no da," said Pudding. "You can sit here, Na no da." She tucked her sister under a blanket smiled, trying not to let her concern show through.

Then, she went back to the kitchen and grabbed a can of 7-Up. Pudding grabbed the ring on top to open it, but instead ended up with a cut. She scowled at the can of soda angrily and began to pull again. Nothing. Next she switched her finger's position. Pudding pulled with all her might.

The good news? It worked. The bad news? It sprayed soda all over Pudding, who wanted to cry in frustration. Instead, forgetting that the can was full, she dropped it to the ground and kicked it, resulting in a spray of 7-Up all over the floor that Pudding would have to clean later. "Stupid can!" she huffed angrily. Now was not the time.

"Sissy," said Hincha. (A/N: so I had to make up that guys name! I couldn't remember!) "Honcha just threw up again." Pudding wanted to screech.

"Tell him I'll be right there," she said through gritted teeth. Hincha just nodded and left.

Pudding managed to get 7-Up to her sister, but right then that was probably the least of her worries. Now she had a kitchen to clean, and a brother to tend to.

Grabbing some sprite, Pudding ran upstairs towards Honcha's room. "Hey Honcha," she said, walking into the door. She felt a little dizzy. "Here. You can drink this, Na no da." She handed him the sprite, which he just stared at.

"It's not open," he muttered, falling back onto his pillow. His limp hand passed the can back to Pudding.

"Oh, right," she said. Then, she pulled the ring off. It came off, but a spray of sprite shot into Pudding's face. She stood there, shocked, soaking with fizzy drink, her rather unkempt hair dripping lemon-lime pop.

"It must have gotten shaked up," muttered Honcha, who stared at the scene seriously, too weak to laugh.

"Yup," Pudding forced out, staring hatefully at the can. "I'll get another one, Na no da."

She proceeded to run down the stairs, sloshing sprite onto the stairs and her formerly dry shoes. Pudding made it to the first floor, and then ran into the kitchen, picking out a can of sprite. "This time you won't blow up," Pudding growled. She then walked carefully up the stairs, pulled the ring off, and wordlessly handed it to her brother, who stared at it in puzzlement.

"What's wrong with the fizzy orange drink I have now?" asked Honcha. Pudding stopped dead in her tracks, and turned around.

"Why didn't you mention that earlier, Na no da?" She tried to keep the dispair out of her voice.

"I didn't think I had any left, but I do," said Honcha calmly.

"Oh," Pudding said much to quietly, turning and exiting the room.

'great.'

Why her? Why Pudding fon that had to go through this? All her friends were probably shopping or hanging out or going on dates, and here she was, staying home with the possessed soda cans from hell and her siblings with the flu.

"I wish Tar-Tar was here," said Pudding to nothing. "This would be bearable if he was. I hope you come today, Tart, na no da."

'Pudding misses you.'

With that, the room took on an odd angle. Pudding fell over, grabbing something for support. It was the wastebasket. Well, that's what it appeared to be. Pudding was seeing multicolored spots, and so she couldn't tell. Leaning over, she felt her stomach flop over before she started to retch.

'Wonderful. I'm here and I'm lonely, and to top it off I'm sick.'

These were sort of the preview chapters. I swear the next ones will be longer.

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