He gripped tightly at the folder with both hands, brows furrowing in discontent. He was well aware of the great beast, curiously scanning the pages from over his shoulder, despite constantly being asked not to interfere. He was also aware that said beast had the intelligence of a…well…ogre… and wouldn't be able to do anything if his life depended on it.
"Ah, Father's not going to be please with this." Leaning forward the child's features became enveloped entirely by shadow, falling quiet as he thought over the few options he had. Reluctantly he placed the files on his desk, pushing the teetering mounds aside to create more room.

"Where's Botan?" He spun around, glaring at Jorge as if expecting him to know the answer.

The ogre stumbled back, timidly wiping away the sea of swear that had built up upon his forehead.

"I'm not quite sure Sir; she should be here soon enough."
Although in his opinion, soon wasn't good enough. Lord Koenma pushed the chair he was perched on back from the desk, steadily gripping both sides as his head was tilted back.

Then…he shouted…as loud as one could possibly shout, for the grim reaper to come to his aid.

The young messenger dropped her pen, bouncing out of her chair at an inhumane speed. The sound of Koenma's voice was like a wave of relief through her body, quenching any hint of fatigue or boredom. He had something for her to do…something to keep her occupied. She bounded out of the room and towards Koenma's office; her odd pink eyes glittered with gratitude for being pulled from her paperwork.

"You called, Koenma-sama?" Botan chirped happily, unable to contain her delight at being summoned.

He was a little taken back by her enormous amount of energy, and a little envious that it was she who got to abandon their paperwork and not him. The thought did actually cross his mind to pay a visit to Yusuke himself just to escape it, but alas…this mission in itself would get him in enough trouble as it were.
Instead he took the folder from his desk and thrust it out in front of her, "Take this to Yusuke. He needs to find the demon and release her powers." He didn't always fill her in on what was going to happen, yet in this case chances were the Spirit Detectives wouldn't completely understand unless she was there to explain it.

"And whatever happens…she cannot turn against us. Considering her position I see this as unlikely but…I fear her existence has already been discovered by Makai, and I'm sure you're well aware of the capabilities of some youkai. Understand?"

Botan cheerfully nodded and snatched the folder from his hand. Within seconds she had disappeared from the room again, making a bee line to the room at the end of the hall- her gateway to human world.

All she had to do was find a Spirit Detective- preferably Yusuke- hand over the folder and hang around for a bit.

Swinging her arm around she created what appeared to be a wooden oar from no where, lightly hopping onto it with ease and glancing again at the folder she had been given. The oar seemed to float on an imaginary sea of water, supporting her weight as though it were nothing, soaring through the portal and out into the open air.

Human world

Botan sat on the oar like a lady would sit on a horse many years ago, leaning forward to scan the buildings and gardens below her. One would expect Yusuke to be in school, but she knew better than that… She knew that it would be pointless to search the whole school for someone who probably wasn't there, and that finding Kuwabara would take a lot less time…

But even quicker than that would be to find-

"Ah!" Botan grinned, clapping her hands together and directing the oar down through the clouds, soaring, soaring towards the deserted park just outside the school Kurama attended.

"Hiei, wake up!" Despite her rapid speed, Botan was somehow able to dismount her transport with no trouble, holding it out beside her and causing it to disintegrate back to nothing. "Get down here now!" Her voice grew louder, a rise that certainly not needed nor appreciated by the receiver.

Things would most likely turn for the worst, starting at this point.