Note: A horribly short chapter. I like to do one scene at a time.
Chapter 3
Over the last few years, Koenma's favorite part of the day was Botan's report. He would set aside his pile of judgments, place this official stamp back in its wooden cradle and reach down for the hydraulic lever on his chair; pulling it up just high enough that he could rest his feet on top of the mahogany desk. He allowed himself this wonderful break in the day to hear that all was going well. There were no demon attacks on the human plane. There were no humans wondering through unregistered portals. Souls were dieing when they were supposed to. The current demon lord was acting with sense. Koenma could almost read Botan's report before even gave it.
That was up until a few months ago. The first change in Botan's script came with a small incident involving a man wandering onto the demon plane. No biggie. It had been dealt with quickly: he had been apprehended by one of Mukuro's boarder guards and brought back to Spirit World for a memory replacement. Even though Hiei remained Mukuro's heir, he had left her traditional lands to live in the human world for the short future. So, as she was fresh out of crazy-insane Jagan implantees, the demon lord had sent the human onto Spirit World.
He had been relatively cooperative. It was understandably an enormous shock to most. But he had come quietly through the Gates, past the cubicles and into the examination room.
"And that's when it turned a bit ugly, Sir," Botan had said. Her voice had taken on a slightly wispy edge that was only employed when something bad had happened.
Koenma had taken his small toddler feet of the desk and they dangled from his now-too-high chair.
"According to the head ogre, Oscar, after he finished his examination and explanation of the surgery, the human pulled a small weapon from this clothes, shot some sort of energy into the workers, transformed into an large beast and ran out. He surprised everyone so much that no one saw which direction he went." She paused in her explanation and looked at the floor. "He's missing, Sir. No one can find him."
All in all, Koenma had thought, it was not that terrible of an occurrence. Compared to the number of humans who had wandered into demon world before or the number of demons who had made their way to human world to eat – one human missing should not cause too much of a stir. It was a slight bureaucratic annoyance that his perfect machine had a little glitch. But nothing that could not be fixed.
"Well," he had exclaimed, clapping his hands together and jumping out of his chair to come around the desk, "find that portal and close it up. No sweat."
Botan grimaced at his comment. "Sir, that's just the problem. We can't close it. We can't even find it."
And since that day, reports of something fishy were the only ones that Koenma heard. A few weeks later the vid screen that had been dark for so many years was lit up with a collection of images gathered from England. And three days after that, two ogres found themselves employed in the Department of Magical Education in the British Ministry of Magic. A month later had Yusuke and Hiei in his office; the conversation – if that was the correct term – peppered with scowls and cussing.
Two months after the man, identified by Intel as wizard Sirius Black, escaped memory augmentation found a demon as a teacher at Hogwarts School or Witchcraft and Wizardry.