Disclaimer: I don;t own anyone here except Natalie, Carlos, Sukina and myself. The others all belong to someone else. This is from my Writing.com account, so enjoy! ;p It's told from a journal's point of view, so don't say I didn't warn you!

It had been several years since I last stepped into the Interpol building. I was in the Interpol Youth Branch, Special Division. I was in the SD, as we called it, because of my Physic Powers. Physic in this sense, was used with broad strokes, as each of us had a different power. Some of them had telepathy and other forms of 'tele' powers. I too, had limited telepathy, but access was blocked and I could only communicate with my sister in Japan over a 3.5km radius. Don't ask me why, it's just the way the powers work.

And there's those who have 'Spi-Physic' Powers. These are those who would normally be asked to work for the GS or GhostSweepers Div. of the Youth Branch. A lot of them took up the offer, but not many were posted outside Japan. Japan was the only country that recognised GS and besides, most of the other countries had the Magic Ministry. Those that didn't, like mine, had a loosely-regulated body that ounished whoever who stepped out of line very seriously. They couldn't afford getting blacklisted by the Government. Because of the supersition of my people, the enforcement was fierce, although the rules were loose.

I was among the lucky ones who was discovered by the Interpol section before the DarkLights, as we called them. They were the Light of Knowledge shining down on Darkness of Ignorance. We said that they were Darkness themselves. :p Hey, I was young!

In any case, I was trained under one of the other GS in Japan (I can't disclose her name) and I was lucky to find myself classified as a Multi. This meant that I had multiple kinds of powers, although in differing amounts. I stopped working for the Interpol about five years ago, more because of studies than anything else. I'm 18 now, and Natalie, the new young Head of the Eastern Branch, thought that I was now mature enough to stand on my own two feet. She wanted me back, but I wouldn't go.

I do have one teensy weenie prob though. I could never say no if they told me to give them a chance. Gods, I wished I'd never listen to her!

Part Two

I stood in front of a tall, nondescript building done all in white. A cycnical smile touched my lips. Nothing much had changed. The most ironic part of this was the fact that the building not only housed the Interpol's South-Asian Division branch, but also the very same people who would have objected to the formation of the DarkLight Association. The security guards took notice of my definately-unIslamic clothing and tried to stop me from entering.

Talking with them was no use, and since I was already in the lobby, there was not much chance that anyone who saw me would pay much attention and call the police. I simply stuck out one of my legs and hit the first security guard in the stomach and at the same time, caught the other in the back of his neck. They were both down and gasping for air. Not stopping, I moved to where the phone was and quickly dialled Natalie's number.

"Santiango's office, how may I help you?" a familiar voice said.

"Carlos, please tell Nat that she'd better send someone down here before I take out the whole security force in this building.

"Karen? Okay, gimmie a moment," the man said. I grinned wolfishly, for I thought I heard the sigh that used to mean, 'She's done it again,' when I was much younger and fond of getting into trouble.

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A few minutes later, I found myself in front of a blonde, blue-eyed girl who was not much younger than myself. The difference was that she looked younger due to surgery. That was not because she was vain, but because of her recons jobs. She had decided to work as a young prosititute in the ghettos of New York. Surprisingly, she had received a lot of information.

"What the hell was that about?" she asked me testily.

I looked at her straight in the eye and gave her one of my patented 'you-helped-trained-me-therefore-you-should-know-me" look. She sighed heavily and I could see the wrinkles around her eyes.

"Have you heard of the Mikodo family?" she then asked me.

"They're among the best Shikigami families with the exception of the current Shikigami holder, Rokudou Meiko from the Rokudo family. Why?" I asked. I knew Rokudo well, although I didn't like anyone from the Mikodo family. Nat must not have known this, as she was still in the ghetto when I was training in Japan.

"The Mikodo family, with the exception of three of the youngest grandchildren, were found dead three weeks ago. Their Shikigamis was not found, and there were no signs that they had gone Renegade," Nat told me, watching my reaction carefully.

I was curious by the fact that someone had managed to kill most of the Mikodo family, although they were small in number and my mind quickly began to function. "How were they killed?" I asked.

"Haven't you guessed?" Nat asked me, mildly surprised.

"The Shikigamis would only transfer themselves to another family under several conditions. None of them would include killing their masters. I need to know how they were killed," I told Nat but declined to elaborate.

"They were stabbed with some kind of knives, but it is a very different make from any knife we know, either Spi or Physical," she said.

"The other family must've had Banshees and Sabretooths. You'd need Banshees to lure the family to a state of deep unconsciousness that their Shikigamis can't be used, and then the Sabretooths must've finished them off. To prevent the Shikigamis from escaping, there must've been some sort of Soul CRystal nearby," I told her.

"I'm surprised that you can still remember that after all those years," a familiar voice said

Part Three

I wished I had never met him in the first place. He would have been the only one who would know what was going on in both the REal World and the Spirit World.

"Koenma," I said cordially.

"Hello Naoko. We have a new assignment for you, if you don't mind taking it," he said.

"Like I.... what the hell???!!!" I exclaimed as I took in the handsome young man standing in front of me when I turned to see him behind me.

He grinned at me, even though he still had that pacifier in his mouth. I knew why he had that. It was the only thing he could keep with him that would take a little of his 'chi' everyday until the power was enough to seal a whole Dimensional away. The thing was, I had never seen him as an adult, only in his child form in Reikai, Japan's Spirit World.

"I'm sure you would have heard that the Dimensional Pathway between Makai and Ninjenkai a few years ago, right?" he asked me.

"Sure," I said, "There should be no threat from here."

"Not from the East," Koenma told me. "From the West," he said.

"The only threat is Voldemort, and he's dead, or close to it," I said, but a dreadful suspicion entered my mind.

Koenma did not have to continue. I knew from the look on his face that somehow or other, Voldemmort had regained his form. "Have you told the Western Ministries of Magic yet?" I asked him. Natalie had left the room as soon as Koenma came in. There were still some things she was not quiteready to accept yet.

"Most of them. The only problem is the British Ministry of Magic. Cornelius Fudge, their Minister, refused to believe in anything I said, although Professor Dumbledore did," Koenma said. I nodded. There had been rumours from some of my old friends about Cornelius' stubborness.

"I'll get one of my friends to get me more information. She's a new teacher at Hogwarts," I told him.

"I don't you didn't want to involve yourself in this," Koenma asid in an amused tone.

"I don't, but I can't take the chance. If Voldemort finds out about my sister..." I didn't continue, but rather, left the building. I knew now who was responsible for the killing ofn the Mikodo. There was only one person in the East who served Voldemort so faithfully.