Winter Break

"Taruto!" pudding screamed his name, as if trying to wake him up from his sleep, but still laid there lifeless "Trauto! Please wake up! Taruto please!" she shouted at his crippled body laying in front of her

Pudding was in the kitchen making dinner as her siblings were decorating a Christmas tree.

Two weeks ago.

"I'm letting everyone three weeks off for Christmas" said Ryou.

"Yeah!" everyone squealed and then hugged Ryou, but Mint and Zakor. Mint sipped her tea and smiled, and Zakor just leaned against a wall and gave a small smile.

Now.

Supper was almost done when her siblings came up to her and said, "Onne-san… here." They handed her a star with a small cone at the bottom.

"Oh, thank you, na da no," she said in a very cheery voice. She turned off the stove and walked over to the tree. Her brothers made little steps to help her put the star on top the tree and her little sister waited for her to set the star on top. Luckily, Pudding was only ten and very small and light. Gently setting the star on top of the tree then her sister shut off the light and the other clicked the two plugs tighter. The star lit up so did the tree. The room filled with oohs and ahhs

"Alright, na da no. Now go get the table set, and Lucha bring the plates over to me please" she said as her brother walked over with the plates. Pudding turned back around trying to get the sliver wear to use when she was putting the food on the plates.

Her brother was walking at a normal pace when he saw small ripples in the air.

A loud thud and then a crash that sounded like the plates. Pudding turned around to see Lucha on the ground and in front of him was a crimped, bloody body she took a closer look to see it was Taruto "Taruto!?" his body shifted so he was on his back now. He breathed in slow breaths as his chest slowly moved up and down. His light brown hair was now a deep dark brown. His hair was out of its usual ponytails. His eyes slightly open to see his deep gold eyes "Taruto! What happened!?" she screamed on the verge of tears "pudding...?" he whisper. Pudding could just barely heard what he said "Taru-" she was cut off when Taruto started to cough up some blood. The little slits wide enough to show some part of his eye slowly closed, but his chest still slowly raised and fell slowly "Heicha! Go get the first aid kit!"

"Yes!" then she little sister ran off to the bath room

"Hanacha! Get a bucket of hot water! Chincha! Go after your brother and get some hot towels! Lucha, Huncha! Go make some hot soup for when he wakes up!"

"Yes!" then went off to go get the things their sister ordered them to get. Heicha came back with a big box that had a white cross on the top and laid it be side her sister. Slowly after came Hanacha and Chincha with the hot water and hot towels "thank you now go eat you your supper kay? Heicha help me get his shirt off to get at his wounds better"

Taruto woke up on a small single sized bed that had yellow sheets and a blanket that rested on top of him with little monkey faces on it. He sat up and winced at that pain in his chest he looked down to see he had no shirt on and covered in bandages that crossed over his shoulder and wrapped around his abdomen. Looking around the room that was unknown to him. The walls were a light yellow. It had a small dressier, computer desk, a bean bag chair, a little table in front of it and a small side table that had a small bowl of soup with a glass of water to his left. A few seconds went by then his stomach growled deeply he turned to face his left where the still warm soup laid. He shock his head and turned away from it. His stomach growled even louder then he turned to face the soup. Staring at the bowl of still warm soup, he graded it and chugged it down then sitting back against the wall behind him "that was good- ... it was okay for a human cook" he slowly got up and looked around for some cloths to change into and get out of the bloody pair of pants he had on. Looking back at the bean bag chair he looked over to see a dark grey T-Shirt and brown pants that looked to long to wear. Quickly changing into the cloths on the table and rolled up his pants let the best he could, then slowly walking out of the room.