"Mr. Kaito, the two women are currently in the feudal era section."
A woman's voice was brought to the curator's keen hearing as he reviewed the latest rapport from the previous meeting. He looked up from the sheet and his Irish-green eyes met her bright, brown ones. Her long, black hair was pulled into a tight bun on top of her head and her dark, gray jacket was zipped closed. Her knee-long skirt was straight as ever and he approved of her appearance – formal and serious. He nodded and placed the sheet on his large, wooden desk – arching his back slightly and straightened in his comfortable office-chair.
"However," she continued, "the surveillance cameras and the alarms seem to be temporarily shut off and thus we cannot watch them with a close eye. The security guards cannot turn them back on. We fear it might be a virus."
Mr. Kaito grinned and took a glance at his computer, "I doubt that."
"Sir?"
"I believe it would seem we have a powerful witch within our walls." The woman's beautiful face took a stunned expression. "Do not worry, Mrs. Kaito," he purred. "I believe she is with a priestess. As a matter of fact, I think the witch might cause the complications with the security systems. Do not worry yourself."
"A priestess and a witch…" Her eyes widened. "Could it be them?" He nodded once more.
"Should I call the guards?" she asked, suddenly feeling nervous.
"No," he said quickly. She studied him with disbelieving eyes. His short, orange hair was styled into a messy bundle of hair and slightly hid his pointed ears. He still looked so young – even if he was several hundred years old.
"But, my Love, it has been –"
He interrupted her, "I believe it is time for me to contact your father, Rin," he said, dismissing her and picked up his cellphone. The woman stood her ground for a moment before she gave in and bowed low and walked out of his large office. As he heard the door click shut, Mr. Kaito quickly dialed a number and placed the cellphone by his ear.
"They are here," he announced, leaning back into the chair. Hearing no answer from the other end he continued, "It would seem the witch has shut down my surveillance and I cannot keep an eye on her and Kagome. They are currently in the feudal era section – I believe."
"Proceed as planned," a baritone voice ordered, "Do not let the priestess recognize you," and hung up the phone.
Mr. Kaito smiled and placed his cellphone, a black iPhone, back into his the pocket of his black trousers. For centuries he had waited to see them again. Tonight he would have his chance of letting history run its course, as planned. Determined he got up from his black, leathered chair he grabbed a set of silver keys and walked calmly out the heavy oak-doors that lead out to the museum.