BLOODY FANGS

Chapter 3

Grimmjow sat beside Ggio, the two cousins glaring over at the carrot top teen across the table. Though everyone was tense, rage seemed to pour from Grimmjow the longer he stared at Ichigo, who was equally pouring out nervous energy. Just across the hall from the large room that seated a lazy werewolf, two werecats, and number of vampires ready to have at each other, Nnoitra and Shinji were discussing the emergency.

"What do we already know?"

"There's a ton of bodies, ten girls missing, and none of us are behind it," Nnoitra's eyes rested closed as he spoke, anger hiding just beneath the calm front he was putting on for display.

"Could this be another one of those wannabe's trying to frame us again?" Shinji paced back and forth in the room. Nnoitra opened his right eye, watching him walk from side to side on the rug in front of his desk. He twitched irritably.

"Unless the wannabe is a werewolf, I don't think so. Humans suck at trying to copycat what we are capable of."

Shinji nodded, "If it were a werewolf, Starrk would be able to pick up on it, right? He is a werewolf after all. Which reminds me, why are you harboring a werewolf?"

"He's a lazy sack of shit that likes being hand fed. He won't bite the hand that feeds him." Shinji smirked at Nnoitra's response, "We can always have him go sniff the scene."

"Why not just send him to sniff the body?"

Nnoitra's eyes opened. He stared blankly at Shinji whose face twisted slightly as he began to tug at the lower lid of his left eye, "Not to get off topic, but.. Nnoitra. That scar, and your one dead eye, it's bothering me a little. Where's your eye patch?"

"Sorry," he opened a small drawer centered in the desk. From it, he pulled a smooth, white silk eye patch which he placed over his eye, securing it with the thin strings which wrapped around his head, tucked under his hair. "Better?"

"Much," Shinji's usual grin returned to his face as he leaned over the desk, "So, it's not wannabe's and if it's not werewolves. Vampires?"

"It's the most reasonable to assume considering the bloody massacres left behind. It seems more for sport than for feeding."

Shinji nodded in response, his lips pursed and eyes narrowed as he began thinking aloud, "The other vampires in the area know the law. You think they would break it?"

"Szayel is unlikely, but I wouldn't put it past that long haired blond bastard of a brother of his."

"What's wrong with blond hair?"

Nnoitra glanced up, taking in Shinji's hair color before his right eye widened, "Nothing. It's beautiful.. I mean, it's great on the right person," Shinji's face was unamused, "I love what you've done with your hair?"

"Oh, thank you!" Shinji gleamed with pride over his hair before returning to the matter at hand, "In any case, I agree about Szayel. I think he's gay, honestly. Not really the type to ravage a young girl unless it's for feeding purposes. Yylfordt, probably gay, too."

Nnoitra laughed, everyone had always questioned the Granz brothers' sexual orientation, but never dared confront them on the subject.

"Gay or not, Yylfordt is definitely the type to go rogue, especially if he's got someone stronger than him leading the way. Needs an ego boost to grow a pair," Nnoitra twirled a pen between his fingers as his gaze drifted through the room.

The two sat quietly, listening to the silence around them. Glances were exchanged, eyebrows raising. They looked as though either of them would jump across the desk and attempt to kill each other at an second. After a lengthy time of thinking, Shinji lept up, snapping his fingers with a smile.

"I got it! You send Starrk down to the morgue to get the scent of whoever is killing. There should be at least three bodies, right?"

Nnoitra's eye narrowed, "Had we thought of this when this shit all began we wouldn't be here right now."

Shinji nodded, a smile plastered to his face, "True that. Considering your crew here is a pack of animals, I don't see why you're not the official law around here. I mean really, you've got two cats, a dog, a shark, and idiot-.."

"What did you say?"

"A shark?"

"No, the other one."

"A dog?"

"No, no. The last one you said?"

"An idiot?"

"Who's the idiot?"

Shinji's eyes darted around the room as he fidgeted, "Oh, would you look at the time! You'd better get that dog of yours sent off if we want to get those scents by today."

"Wait, but..." Shinji shoved Nnoitra out of the room and shut the door before he could continue questioning. With a shrug, he walked across the hall and into the room with the others. A few stood upon his entrance, staring at him expectantly. All except for Di Roy, whose head had crashed onto the table some time ago.

"Well, we have a plan."

"Yay..." Di Roy chimed out in a small, muffled attempt to be alive. Nnoitra just stared at him, eye twitching as he walked over and pushed him out of the chair.

"Starrk, Di Roy," Starrk's head lifted off his arms which were crossed on the table in front of him, "You two are going to the morgue to get scents off the dead girls so we can track down whoever we're going to smash in the face."

Starrk nodded as he got up. Passing Di Roy, Starrk grabbed him by the ankle and dragged him out behind him.