Koenma glared down at the paperwork on his desk. Mainly he was looking at the top paper on the stack right in front of him. It featured an ID picture of a young woman with cropped hair, nearly entirely black but for a shock of white on her left bangs, and mismatched eyes of yellow and dark brown, along with basic information like age, race, nationality, and birth date. What threw normal people, of which Koenma obviously was not one of, were the other things; powers (if any), death date and cause of death. This young woman, Mel Drake, had been shot in the forehead by a fellow student possessed by a demon, which is how her spirit found her way to his office. He glanced at the Mel, blood running down her face from the bullet hole, then to the bottom of the paper; Possible Spirit Detective.
"I have a proposition for you Miss Drake. Tell me, how much do you want to live; what are you willing to do?"
"I'll do anything as long as I can go back and protect my friends," she said, a determined look on her shock riddled face.
"I was hoping you would say that," he said, nodding his head. "I will return you to your body; with one condition."
"Which is," she asked cautiously, already suspicious that her other worldly affairs were being handled by a toddler.
"Become a Spirit Detective." A few moments of silence went by.
"A what?" Her confused look nearly made Koenma burst out laughing.
"A Spirit Detective; someone who takes on the cases I give them, which usually have to do with demons."
"So, let me get this straight, you'll revive me if I fight demons for you as a Spirit Detective? Deal." After a few moments she looked off to the side and finished with, "Even though I don't really get how I'll do it…"
"I am offering you two things along with your revival. A weapon and a trainer. Hold out your hand and do as I say. Imagine all of your energy going into your dominant hand and its fingers. The index finger can be used alone as the 'Reigun', the index and the middle fingers or the fist can be used as a 'Shotgun', and the palm can be used with extra power, all of these depending on where you concentrate." The energy was glowing on the tips of her fingers and thumbs. "And of course all five can be used for blasting people away or recharging their Reiki."
"Coooooooooool," she said slowly, staring at her hand. "But what about the trainer," she glanced at him. He pushed a button and the door creaked open.
"Ya called for me Koenma, siiiiiiir," a voice with a deep Australian accent slurred. A large, dark man with a blue Mohawk walked into the office.
"Yes Chuu, this," he motioned to Mel, "Is Mel Drake. She has agreed to take Yuusuke's place as Spirit Detective. But she needs someone to train her and make sure she doesn't die. Again. I was hoping you would be available."
"Course I can," Chuu grinned. "Hey Sheila!" He slapped the back of her chair.
"Alrighty then… So just two more questions. How do I get back in my body and what is this bullet gonna do?"
"Well… At this point one of your friends is giving you CPR, so it should just take a minute. And the bullet will disappear in a moment." She stared at the toddler a minute before she started flickering in and out.
"Wha…."
"Well Chuu, I'll send you straight there. I believe we're done here."
Hey! It's me! The Author! Sorry about how short this is, but it's not getting any longer. I'm actually putting this on hiatus (despite just writing it) but I do plan on working on it. So deal beotches. This is my first YYH fanfiction I have posted, and the next is written at the same time as this, but has more of a plot at the moment. Any plot ideas for this and ya tell me! Damn straight! Ciao!