"Nothing's happening." I said, bored.

"Just wait."

"I don't want to wait; I've got things to do, you know." I replied with a sigh. "Who the hell are we even waiting for?"

"I told you, a representative from Heaven is coming to check in on me!" she said. "I'm a pretty special case, you know. They're keeping me on a pretty short leash."

"Sure, sure. What does someone from Heaven even look like? Am I supposed to be expecting some sort of ball of light or..." Just then, a glint of light caught my eye. "What the crap?"

"Shhhh, he's coming." A flash of light enveloped the room, and out of the bright came...a tiny clear ball, seemingly made out of glass.

"Is that it? Somehow I was expecting a bit more..." I poked the ball. It was surprisingly light. Suddenly the ball made a loud beeping sound that shook the very soul. At least, it seemed like it did.

"Dumbass!" She aims a punch square at my face. Unfortunately for me, it connected.

"The hell was that for?!" I rubbed my cheek where she hit me.

"Please try not to piss off the guy evaluating me..."

"So that's him? Bit small for a heavenly body."

"Of course, that's not actually him, you know. That's - " The ball started beeping again, cutting her off.

"Seems like a bit of an impatient bugger, isn't he?"

"Okay, here goes." She clears her throat. The ball, having noticed her change in tone, beeps, flashed a green light.

"Pretty interesting..."

"My name is Minato Kishimoto. I was born on October 4th, 1997. Five years later, I met the subject, James Knight, at a school in our hometown."

"I remember that!" I cut in. "Our Kindergarten teacher was Mrs. Parks, right?"

"Yes, that's correct. Anyways...Right away, we became best of friends. For seven years we were, essentially, attached at the hip. One day, we were together at my house. We were working on a project for school when we heard a noise at the door. I didn't know it yet, but it was the sound of someone about to break in."

"Do you have to tell this story?"

"I'm sorry, but yes. It all happened so quickly; one minute we were freezing samples of frog saliva, and the next, we were being held at gunpoint by three men. Of course, they wanted money. And for some reason they seemed dead set on the idea that there was some to be found here, at my home."

"You lived in a mansion." I said quietly.

"Yes, that could have been a factor. Anyways, I noticed something odd about James. He seemed to be freezing up, unable to speak. At the time I wasn't aware, but he was having a panic attack. Later it was learned that his tendency towards a panic disorder was passed down from his father's side. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew that something needed to be done. I turned towards the unlucky man assigned to stand guard and pleaded with him to let me call an ambulance. Of course, he declined. I turned to James. His condition was worsening. I decided that I couldn't just sit there. I dashed towards the phone. I picked it up and dialed the emergency number. Behind me, I heard threats, but I gambled on my age and gender causing him to hesitate."

"I was wrong. Before I could say a word on the phone, I was shot in the chest. Three times. I died in less than a minute." A dark silence filled the room, broken only by the ball's occassional beeping. "James, I'm afraid you'll have to take over from here."

"..."

"James?"

"...When I woke up, I was in an ambulance. I was taken to a nearby hospital. I was kept there for a day. My parents were there...While I was there, I had a lot of visitors. Two of them being...your parents."

"And did they say anything?"

"Do I really have to?" She gave me a reassuring look. "They said...not to feel guilty...and that 'Minato wouldn't blame me.'" I looked down. "That was the last time I saw them."

"Thank you, James. That's the story of my death. Now, about my reason for being here...Ever since my death, it seems that James's life has been on an unmistakeable downward spiral. He's been undeniably friendless, alone for three years. He's drifted away even from friends he had before my death. I believe it's safe to say that he hasn't quite moved on. I believe that he hasn't quite taken my parents' words to heart. I believe that James Knight blames himself, out of inaction, for the death of one Minato Kishimoto. By His Grace, I have been allowed to come down to rectify this. In short, I am here to make sure that James moves on. I am here to make sure that he doesn't end up as a NEET."

"I believe that the best way to do this is to get him a girlfriend."

"You're going to WHAT?!"

"Shut up," she hissed at me. "Anyways, I believe that a relationship would be quite healthy for him. At the very least, it would distract him, and at best it would give him a reason to live, and a motivation for living."

"There's not even anybody I would-"

"What about the Ms. Student Council President you've been eyeing?"

Shit. My eyes sank. "How can you help me? You're just a ghost, after all."

"Not quite. I am a manifestation of the human soul, fueled by celestial energy. I can become corporeal at will; however, becoming corporeal as well as staying on Earth consumes celestial energy, and if I run out, I can no longer return to Paradise. At most, I would estimate that I have about a year before this happens."

"So we have a year, huh...?" I pondered. "So what's your master plan?"