A/N: OK! I've had this written for a while now, but I'm only just getting it posted. Unfortunately, now school's started and I'm not sure how long it'll take to get the other chapters coming. *sigh* I've already got the next 2 chapters written, but I don't intend to have them posted until I get at least 10 reviews! Also, this will be HieixKurama in later chapters and I don't wanna get burned for it, so if you don't like it, go find another fic that better suits your taste. R&R!

Koenma looked up from the large stack of paperwork on his desk as an extremely nervous-looking ogre opened his office door. "Um . . . Lord Koenma, sir?" he said hesitantly.
"What is it?" Koenma snapped. He was busy enough without any distractions; he still hadn't had his nap yet that day, and Botan was coming in a little while to discuss the new Spirit Detective, Yusuke Urameshi, who had just managed to defeat the four Saint Beasts with the help of Kazuma Kuwabara, Kurama, and Hiei. Koenma just had to finish some of this paperwork before Botan arrived.
"Um . . . ," the ogre looked even more nervous.
"Well, ogre?! Spit it out already! I haven't got all day, ya know!" Koenma said. A sort of whimper escaped the ogre's mouth before he said, "She's back!"
"Who's back?" Koenma asked irritably.
The ogre stared at Koenma. "Sir! You . . . you've already forgotten?! Chishio's back! And if you don't mind my saying so, sir, she's pissed!! She says you gave her job away!"
Koenma paled. He had forgotten. Before he could say anything, however, a loud, angry shriek came from somewhere else in the palace (Author's Self-Insertion: Where does Koenma live?! I think its a palace . . .). Koenma paled even more as he thought about what Chishio was probably doing to the other occupants of the palace and the palace itself. 'Dad's gonna kill me!' Koenma thought to himself. The ogre winced and took off running, shutting the door behind him.
Seconds later, the door flew open, revealing one seriously pissed off half-youkai. Her waist-length purple-black hair was slightly disheveled. Her thin frame stood outlined in the doorway, gold-flecked, midnight-blue eyes glaring menacingly at Koenma.
"Oh, Koenma-chan . . . ," she said in a mocking sweet tone of voice. "Have we forgotten something?" she asked, absently twirling a loose strand of hair around her right pointer finger.
A large sweatdrop appeared on the side of Koenma's head. Biting down on his pacifier and mustering his courage, Koenma said, "No, Chishio. You're fired." Pissed was an understatement to describe the youkai who now stood over Koenma. "WHY, exactly, am I fired?" she asked through gritted teeth, anger just barely contained.
"B-because," Koenma stammered, shrinking back in his chair," . . . you-you've been neglecting your duties as Spirit Detective."
"NANI?!" she shrieked. "You gave me a couple months off, you little bastard!!"
"Nani?" Koenma said. "No I didn't."
This time Chishio could not control her anger. She lifted the toddler up by the front of his clothes. "Of course you did!" she said on the verge of strangling the little goddling. Instead, she put Koenma down, closed her eyes, and counted to ten in an attempt to calm herself.
When she reopened her eyes, a great deal of the anger had subsided and in its place was her usual placid expression. "Koenma," she said as calmly as possible, "you said that there was no serious paranormal activity going on that would require a Spirit Detective and that I could have some time off. You also said that I didn't have to carry around that annoying little communicator and that if anything came up you would send that retarded, spoon-riding WENCH, Botan, to come get me! Do you remember any of this?!"
"Come to think of it," Koenma said, "I did say that didn't I?"
"Yes!" Chishio said, somewhat relieved. "So, do I get my job back?"
"Gomen, Chishio. No can do. I've already hired a new Spirit Detective."
She was speaking in that sweet tone of voice again. "Y'know Koenma-chan, it might be difficult, but its not impossible to kill a god," she said innocently, once again wrapping a strand of hair around her finger.
Koenma paled, wondering if Chishio would really kill him. "Well what do you want me to do about this whole mess?" he asked.
"FIX!IT!" she said forcefully. "I. Want. My. Goddamn. Job.BACK!I don't care how you fix it! I just want my stupid job back."
Koenma brightened a bit as he heard her say that she didn't care how he fixed the problem. An idea came to mind.'I can dump this on Yusuke!!' Koenma thought gleefully.
"Who's Yusuke?" Chishio asked suspiciously.
"What?" Koenma asked."Oh damnit! I always forget about your abilities! I hate it when you do that! Can't you just stay in your own head for a change?!"
"No," Chishio said simply.
Koenma sighed. He should have known that she would read his mind. Her abilities as a psychic were amazing. Finally, he answered her question. "Yusuke is the guy we hired to take your place. Why don't you return to Ningenkai and work out some agreement with him?" Koenma asked hopefully. "Yusuke Urameshi. He goes to your high school I think..."
Chishio tilted her head to one side as if considering the thought. Koenma shifted uncomfortably in his chair as her eyes stared unfalteringly, not at him, but through him. He knew she was searching his mind.
"Alright," she said after what seemed, to Koenma, like an eternity.
Koenma sighed with relief.
"But," Chishio added quickly, "this had better work out. For your sake."
Koenma sighed again and sagged in his chair as Chishio left his office.
He reached for the phone. He had to warn Yusuke.

A/N: Hey! What do you think of the first chapter?! The story may seem a little boring, but I promise! It WILL get better!! Just give it a couple chapters, OK?! Pleaze Review! Sayonara!