Here's chapter one everybody! Please enjoy! If you want to read chapter two then please leave me three good reviews! I'll make a deal with you guys, three reviews and the next chapter is all yours! The prologue was in the third person to tell the story but each of the main chapters, as before, alternates between Tazusa's point of view and Pete's point of viw. Just saying that now so that I don't confuse anyone. Please enjoy the story!

Divine Intervention

Chapter One

My eyes open slowly, my vision blurred until I blink a few times. Exhausted, I sit up and look around. I'm suddenly back inside of my room, in my bed and just waking up for the day. I bet right now it's about seven or a little before and turn to my clock to confirm my suspicions. Actually, it is just now a quarter until seven.

I push my comforter back out of my way and get out of bed, walking warily over to my closet to get changed for the day. Just as I begin to pull my shirt off there comes a knock on my door. Quickly I make sure I am covered back up before turning around.

"Hai?" I call, wondering who is there.

"Tazu-nee, it's me. Can I come in?" Yoko calls from just outside my door.

"Yeah?" I call back to Yoko, my younger sister.

"Tazusa, hurry, breakfast is ready." I nod at her, having all ready smelled it cooking down stairs and she closes the door again, leaving.

Since the schools are on break and the season is off right at the moment, I feel like I have absolutely nothing to do. I sit in my room, glancing through an old figure skating magazine, hoping to catch something that might be useful to me in a future program. Figure skating huh? I hear this voice inside my head for some reason and sit up, obviously concerned.

I look around, just to see if maybe someone had come into my room without my noticing, but, save for me, the place is empty. Maybe I just need some air or something… I stand, nodding to myself. I'm just cracking up because I've been sitting here with nothing to do for so long. I pull the window up, letting the fresh late morning air hit my face and take a deep breath.

I can't help a smile at the way it feels to have the summer air against my skin again after all winter long. Maybe today is a good day to out and try to do something. But I have no idea what to do. "Well, what should I do?" I ask myself, racking my own brain for ideas.

Don't know what to do, do you? There's that annoying voice again!

I whirl around toward the door, pointing my finger out accusingly. "Who the hell are you?"

But, like before, there is no one there. Straightening up, I take another glance around. What the hell is this? Is it ESP? Am I just going completely insane? "What the hell is this?" With those words, a figure begins to materialize out of thin air, standing off to my left slightly, smiling down at me. He places his hands on his waist, looking informative.

"Miss Tazusa," He steps closer and, my eyes bugging out exaggeratedly, I carefully move away. Might I add, I really do look quite terrified. Some freaking stranger just materilized in my bedroom, right in front of me.

"What…what the hell is this? Some kind of joke!" I shout it as loud as I can. Maybe if I am loud I will scare him.

His face looks rather disappointed now, like he has somehow been hurt by a dear friend, rather than yelled at by at stranger. "That's cold! Come on, I'm not a bad person! Try to be nice to me!" His voice is so whiny and irritating. I almost can't stand it. Why in the hell is he here anyway? Who is he?

"I don't want to be nice to you! You're a goddamn stranger!" His grin only broadens, if at all possible and he, motions for me to sit back down on the bed. Naturally, my response is to cross my arms, looking adamant. "How stupid do you think I am?" He holds up a finger as if trying to silence me and I stiffen for a moment, extremely upset.

But, at that exact second, a flash, like a snapshot in my mind appears, stunning me to a comatose state. I close my eyes.

I am lying in bed at the 2006 winter Olympics in Torino, Canada. A familiar pair of blue eyes stare at down at me, set in a face obscured by the darkness. The person's mysterious mouth begins to move and in the vision I am soothed somehow, listening to this voice even though I can't envision what was said.

My violet eyes open, my mouth falling agape as I look into the strange boy's blue eyes with a blank expression on my own face. "Ano…" I try, but no more words pass. It doesn't seem possible to speak while I am still in the process of trying to work through the image in my mind. That…that was a dream… right? Only a dream could be that surreal and calming. Only a dream, right? But…it seemed…

His voice startles me again only this time coming from where he stands, across from her in her bedroom and thankfully not in my head. "Pete Pumps is my name, I'm sixteen years old and I'm a Canadian! It's nice to meet you!" He holds out his hand as if he wanted to shake hands with me or something and I only watch him, awed. It is just after the morning hours and this boy all ready has this much energy? How could he be so enthusiastic about everything like this? I breifly think how I could be the richest girl alive if I could somehow trap that kind of energy and sell it to people. Trying to keep the smirk off my face at my own thoughts, I cross my arms, turning away from him slightly.

"Oh come on, what's with that energy that seems to just not end? Give it a rest!" I turn back around to face him, this time pissed that he's still in my room. But, before I have the chance to get out anymore, he begins to talk to me again.

"You know, we're not strangers anymore. I all ready know that you're Tazusa, a Japanese girl who's the same age as me and likes Ice Figure Skating. Now will you let me explain this to you?" I am infuriated at this point, my face heating up with my rage and he begins to back toward my door.

I whirl toward the door, pointing my finger out at it, just in time for it to open just start screaming at the top of my voice. "You're stupid! Just get the hell away from me! Get out of my room, out of my sight and out of my personal space!" But I quickly come to regret saying those words as I see the shocked faces of Mika, Yoko and Coach staring back at me. I shrink back some instantly, not only surprised but also somewhat ashamed. They'd all been telling me I've been stressed lately, now they must think I'm completely off my rocker. That's just great. I can picture it now: Takashima Coach and Yoko commiting me to a mental institution and then me sitting in a padded room, rocking back and forth while the most annoying person in the whole world drones on and on inside my head. Come to think of it, that does sound pretty mental. If I were Takashima or my little sister, I would commit me to a mental institution right now, no questions asked. In that special van, into one of those tight, white coats and into a small, four by five foot padded cell. Yup, sounds about right to me.

I feel my jaw is about to unhinge at the bottom and fall off onto the floor. How could I be stupid enough to start yelling these things out loud? I lower my head when I realize they are all looking at me like this in part because they have just heard me up here talking to myself in addition to the fact that I had basically just told them to piss off. I hold up my hands, trying to make some sort of amends for causing them trouble and for just practically calling them all stupid.

"I didn't mean you guys!" I laugh nervously. It's very hard to think of what to tell someone when you haven't really meant to insult them. I wouldn't know anything about that since I spend mostly every day making what other people consider horrifying comments to the reporters and then having to later find some way to make amends, even though I'd rather not. "Um, I was just role playing…um, visual training for a new program I was thinking of trying out but then I realized how dumb it sounded and I got mad…so…basically…" They are all still giving me those slightly exasperated looking stares in the midst of an awkward silence up until Coach gathers himself enough to at least speak again.

"Well, I'm sorry to have bothered you but today we've gotta go to the rink so you can get some practice in for when the season starts up again. You promised." Holding up a hand, I make a determined fist.

"All right, I'll be ready in ten minutes!"

Waving them all off, I push the door closed and lock it. I lean against the wooden door and sigh deeply. I guess now that something like this has happened there's only one way to deal with the situation before me. "Okay, Pete. I'll give you a chance to explain yourself to me. What are you doing in my room?" He appears beside me again, crossing his arms.

"Well, not just inside your room. Actually, I'm going to be here for a while," He still looks way too happy for the information he's giving me.

My eyes widen as I turn to him. "What?" I can't believe what I am hearing as he continues to explain his situation to me. It's not something that really just happens every day you know. He's supposedly a ghost now because he had died recently and now he's going to be stuck inside of me for one hundred days until he can go to Heaven! "Are you serious?"

Pete nods at me again. "Yup, that's how it is!" He is yet again so enthusiastic that it is starting to be an annoyance.

"What the hell are you so happy about!? This is awful! Now I'm stuck to a dead guy? You can't be serious!" I throw my head back exaggeratedly. Why does it have to be me? My eyes meet with Pete's, who is watching me, upset.

"Hey," His voice comes again and I look at him, glaring daggers. He steps back, intimidated as he surely should be. "Look, there's no reason to be this mad at me, It's not something that I can help." I take a deep breath, attempting to calm myself down.

"Okay, well, I'll deal with you later. I've gotta get my stuff together and get to practice." It's all I can do for now. I am late as it is.

I glide across the ice, the wind hitting my face, my hair flying away back behind me, and I smile contentedly. I throw my arms out to the sides, throwing my head and torso back and spin around once before straightening up and gliding off toward my biggest success, Lutz.

It is all going well until…"Yahoo!" The boy I am stuck to shouts and I loose my concentration, falling flat on my ass on the ice. "Ouch!" I look over, seeing the ghost boy making a face and I only become angrier than when he had caused the fall initially.

So he's going to cry when he's the one that caused the fall to being with? He's such an idiot. "Whose fault is it exactly? Will you stay quiet? I'm trying to practice!"

Before anyone has a chance to object I stand again and am off, performing the second Lutz without injuring myself. A few triple combinations, one big "s" shape on the ice and a few more Lutz' later, I am back in the changing rooms, getting back into my running clothes.

Carefully I take off my practice outfit, leaving me in only my underwear and bra. Nee…Tazusa… His voice is timid this time while I stand in front of my mirror, looking at my reflection.

"What do you want?" I snap back at the annoying boy and I hear him swallow rather harshly.

Well… its kinda embarrassing to say but…could you maybe put some clothes on all ready?

I feel my heart skip a couple of beats, my eyes are as wide as a car's headlights and I quickly jump away from the mirror, hoping that might help the problem. "Perv, you're watching me!"

No! He sounds whiny, like a child arguing with his mother. I am not! I can see what you see, just like I got hurt when you fell! I stand when he says this, making sure to look anywhere but at myself.

"So you're saying that everything I do or see, you will also know of it?" The question comes out cautiously, almost like I don't want to know the answer.

"Well, yeah…" He says two of the many different words that I did not want to hear right now.

I lift a hand as he appears again in the room beside me and slap myself in the face hard enough to draw forth tears. "Ouch! Okay, okay I'm going to let you change! Just, use a blindfold or something!" The pervert ghost whines again. Glowering, I nod and grab up my clothes from my gym bag.

Later I take a walk with Pete, or if you asked anyone else, I am completely alone. I stop at the riverside, leaning on the railing and Pete looks up to watch a plane come in. The wind catches my hair again and I smile and now he's looking over at me. "You come here a lot?"

I have not and shake my head. "I pass by here all the time, but I've never stopped before."

"Why is it you like this place so much?" He is such a soft-spoken person.

I look over at the ghost boy. "I don't know. It just feels like I've stopped here before." A few moments pass in silence as planes pass by back and forth overhead.

He sighs, raising his voice then to speak. "Well, do you want to go home?"

I stare back out at the water as a plane coming in reflects flying over it. "I feel like I used to come here with someone." I say, turning away from the railing and begin the walk back to my house.

Dinner that night is a hot tomato soup and sandwiches, which goes horribly wrong from the first bite of the soup. I lift the spoon to my lips, gently blowing on the liquid. I hear someone swallow, but it's not Coach and it's not Yoko. Wait for it…wait for it…he just wont shut up! My mind retorts. Umm…Comes his voice again and I grin knowingly to myself.

"What is it now?" I mumble to myself and both my coach and Yoko are looking at me.

Tazusa, could you maybe…steer clear of this food? I look down at the bowl, confused and then stare back in the direction of the living room.

"What are you talking about? You mean tomato soup…" But suddenly, I feel as if I should all ready know this. Like there's some way I should have understood that this ghost now residing in my body does not like tomatoes.

I grit my teeth, an malicious smile spreading from ear to ear and now coach and Yoko have decided they are too scared to eat with me and leave the room, going to the small back yard. "You don't like tomatoes, do you?" He appears beside me, looking anxious when he sees my expression.

"I…" He's hesitant, almost like what he says is going to determine how I react to him.

My eyes narrow calculatingly, trying to decipher his unborn words. This could be a good defense if he's going to say what I think he is. "I just don't care for tomatoes." He crosses his arms, looking a little displeased with me for making him come out and say it directly like that. Just for being suspicious of me, I narrow my eyes and lift the bowl up from the table. His eyes widen, feeling it in my hands as I stand, holding the bowl in one hand now and leaning on the table with the other.

Carefully, I walk over to the sink with the full bowl and grin back at the ghost boy. His eyes widen, his arms falling to his sides. "Are you really going to dump it out? Just like that?" A little surprised that he'd think I'd let him off that easily, my brow furrows in curiosity.

"Are you kidding?" Now looking confusedly at me, the boy's head tilts to the side a bit. "This is just so I don't spill it all over the table!"

With that I lift the surprisingly still steaming bowl of tomato soup to my lips and begin drinking it down eagerly. "Stop!" He shouts, looking about ready to die all over again. Ha, looks like I found his weakness! But what's more astonishing than any of the rest of this whole mess is that I never knew I would burn my own tongue on steaming hot soup in order to hurt someone else.

"Come on please, I beg you! Stop!" I laugh to myself half-heartedly, delighted in the fact that I had managed to cause him pain, however I know this current pleasure will only last until my own tongue burns and I don't want to eat anything hot. I finish off the bowl and place it in the sink, rinsing it out before looking over the ghost, who looks about ready to have it out with his stomach. I grin again now, making a mental note about Pete and his distaste for the fruit.

When I go to take a bath that evening, I have to blindfold myself while I am in the tub and I must say that it's rather hard to get used to. Even though I've lived in this house for so long, I can't seem to find anything. It's a weird feeling to share with some other person, especially a guy. That is, the feeling of being without any clothes and in the bathtub, that's what's screwed up. It's called privacy and this is more than just a total invasion of it, this more like just being robbed of any privacy at all. It's like some ripped out my right to have my own feelings and hid it somewhere I could never get it back.

It's a good thing this will all end in a hundred days. He'll go away to stay in heaven and I'll get my private life back. That's the only good news in all of this. In one hundred days, it'll be over, so it's not like it'll last my whole life.

Sighing, I lean back onto the bathroom door after having gone through the equally as hard "getting changed" process. Can you say "extremely awkward?" Every time I'd accidentally brush my hand against my skin he'd freak out. And god forbid when I will eventually have to go to the bathroom. I have to go right now but I figure I can hold it for the next ninety-nine days. No harm, no foul, right? I wouldn't want to share that feeling with this perverted ghost for all the world. This is going to be the longest one hundred days of my life.

He appears beside me out of no where again, stretching back and yawning. "Ah! That felt so good! I'm so relaxed!" It's only serving to piss me off further as he says these things and I can only contain myself for so long before I explode.

"What about that felt good?" I shout, turning to him. He backs away, his eyes widening in terror. "I was anxious the entire time! I didn't relax at all and you freaking out when my hand touched my leg while I was dressing only made it worse! You have no right to be embarrassed, after all, it's my privacy that you're invading!"

He scoffs at this, throwing his arms in the air. "Well can I help it? You should just be more careful when you get dressed!"

At this point I am seething, of which I am sure he is well aware and I turn away, bashing my head off the wall repeatedly. "You stupid Canadian parasite! Annoying perverted ghost!" I say each word in sync with another rap of my poor forehead against the wall as he cries out in pain. Though it hurts me, when I hear him begging me to stop, it only eggs me on further because I am reminded that it is well worth it.

When I know I can't take anymore, I look over at the boy, who looks shaky and I know that I have completed my mission. I smile and with that, collapse onto my bed in pain. "Well, that's what you get for being so mean!"

I turn toward him, looking ready to kill him all over again. "You wanna die? Shut your mouth! I am the ten billion yen beauty Sakurano Tazusa and you are just an annoying, perverted parasite! You have no right to talk back!"

He just scoffs at me again, infuriating me more. "You're obsessed with yourself! That makes you so much better than me I guess. You have to be a self-absorbed skater for people to care about you." He is trying to sound angry, but only comes off as pouty and I laugh. He sounds more like he's sad because I am being mean to him, instead of someone who's actually angry like I am.

"If you are just going to sound pouty about it then don't argue." My voice is almost ice at this point, I'm so furious I'm basically seeing red.

"I don't sound pouty." Now his voice is dry of emotion, but I'm not going to let him get away with that. "Oh no. Don't try that with me. Just now, you really sounded like I'd made you sad, not angry. Don't fake it." He gasps at this and then shrugs. "Well, goodnight."

The following day I am practice free and in the off-season, I really enjoy those kinds of days, so I go and have a good time at the mall with Mika. She has seemed on edge all day, always watching me like I was going to do something to her. I must admit that I have yelled at her a lot for no reason lately, so, as we drink our coffee, I know it's time to make amends.

"Mika, gomen nasai." She looks at me, darty-eyed and I sigh, knowing that this apology is going to take some convincing. "For what?" This is her response, even though it clearly does no good toward her goal of trying to make me believe I'm not making her nervous.

"Mika, I know that I've yelled at you a lot lately, calling you 'stupid' or 'moron' or names like that, but I wasn't talking to you, so I'm sorry for all of the confusion…you see…umm…" But I am drawing a blank, and can't come up with no explanation for why I was so cruel. Just as it's starting to eat at me and I am again becoming irritated, Mika interrupts, putting me at ease.

"Yeah, it's okay. It never really seemed like you were talking to me. You always looked like you were upset by something else." My eyes widen. I am shocked. She had picked up on that vibe too? Well, who wouldn't have? I mean, I have been talking to myself in public a lot, or rather, yelling at myself and then answering back. People had begun to think I was some wack-job and tried to steer clear of me, so, who wouldn't have noticed something weird was going on?

See, you're not insane! Comments Pete, causing me to rebel by stepping down on my own foot and surprisingly earning me a sort-of-an apology from him. Okay, okay…I'm shutting up… But this is not satisfying enough, I stop the nearest waitress and ask for a salad packed full of tomatoes, grinning manically.

I see Pete materialize beside me, tears of regret pouring down over his face and give him a triumphant look. "Why do you have to do this?" I just shrug and smile and when the salad comes, I eat slowly and apparently painfully, as I keep on hearing protesting groans coming from Pete.

Mika and I part after going to the movies and I go sit at the spot beside the river one more time, watching the sky darken and the stars come out overhead.

Pete shows up beside me again. "You really like this spot. This is the second time in two days you have come here."

I shrug. "It's not really that I like it. It's just that I feel safe here. For some reason, I just seem to remember this place."

Pete nods. "Well, you come by here all the time."

But I shake my head at this statement. "No, I feel like before I've actually come here and watched the sky like this."

He shrugs again. "You're strange,"

I growl, turning to him and making fist. "I will find a vendor that has tomato juice and I will drink it. Is that what you want me to do?"

Looking exasperated, he shakes his head and turns to look at me as well. "As if being possessed by a ghost isn't weird. Don't worry, I didn't mean that to insult you."

Upon closer examination, I notice that he is smiling at me in a friendly way and I nod. For some reason, this has put me at ease. "Well, just be more careful of how you speak to this ten billion yen beauty in the future and I won't misunderstand." I make a teasing face at him and feel his smile widen a bit.

"Come on," I get to my feet. "Let's go home. Dinner is in about and hour and a half." He nods, disappearing back inside of my body, or wherever it is he goes when he vanishes. I think it's in my body, we are going to be sharing a body after all.

We make it about half way there before I run into a familiar black SUV, a very kind reporter by the name of Nitta leaning on the hood. He gives me his usual grin and I smile back, walking over to him. "Nitta –san, what are you doing here?"

He shrugs. "I was just out. What are you doing wondering around all by yourself in a place like this? It'll be dark soon, let me give you a ride."

Smiling, I nod and jump into the car with him. "Who's this?" Pete appears beside me and I whisper back. "Nitta-san, he's the reporter that did the piece on me. I'll show you when we get home."

He drops me off at my home and I wave goodbye as the car pulls away from the curve. I head straight up to my room once I am inside, pulling out my unofficial copy of his story. Pete is now beside me, looking very interested. "Wow, that's good writing. He's very direct and he seems to have all the facts." I nod at Pete.

"Yeah," I still feel like there's something missing, but I can't place anything onto that feeling to make it more stable. I don't understand what it is, but I feel like there has to be something else.

Pete is just looking at me, smiling gently. "How about I help you figure it out?" I turn swiftly, my heart speeding up for a few seconds.

"What?"

He shrugs, carefree. "Well, we are stuck together. I can't go anywhere. As long as I am here, I could help you find what it is you're looking for because you are always looking around with such a wistful, questioning look and it has got me curious. What do you say? Let me help you?" His eyes are two blue pools of joy, like standing beach-side, starting out into tropical waters. His smile is a ray of luminance, lighting up the monent. Just this one moment, Pete is able to make me feel...comfotable, almost as if by being with him I am taken care of. I like the feeling, I almost crave it. It is such a familiar feeling to me, almost aggravationg because I know I should know what's happening here.

Not many people still talk like this, with such a genuinely caring tone to their words. It's like he really cares about me for some reason. Though normally I'd find this type of forward behavior very offensive and rude, I do not take offense. Actually, I am kind of pleased that he would want to help me. But I can't let him know that, so I simply smile my usual smile and shrug. "Do as you like."

He moves closer, our eyes level. "It's decided then," I can't help the blush that blossoms on my face, hearing his decidely smug laugh. "I'll help you find what you're looking for."

I can't take anymore the closer he gets. I finally back away, tunring toward my dresser. He moves up beside me. "Aw, am I embarrassing you?"

My face goes as red as a beat and I jump away from the spot I've been standing in. My heart begins to drum in my chest. Though I know that this is normal, that he is a man and I am a woman, I still don't understand why he's able to suddenly make me feel this way. We haven't known each other all that long anyway. I've never met him until just today and he can make me feel like this? How?

Ta-da! Chapter one of my lovely story! She gets to meet Pete all over again. For those who haven't read yet, please feel free. I do apologize to all my readers again for taking this down without much notice. I had to correct some things. Remember, three good reviews for the next chapter! I hope you all enjoy this chapter!