Shiro reached the European styled mansion, at the outskirts of Karakura, which he shared with the small group of brethren.

It was big enough so that everyone of them had a wing of his own, in the size of an apartment suit.
They split it up, so that everyone had a place of his own to retreat to and they wouldn't be at each others throats on a regular basis, because, normally their kind are loners, who only stick together when they are directly blood related.
The fact that three of the five of them were hotheads, just made it worse.

The pure blood entered his kitchen and grabbed some blood bags from the fridge, drinking the fluid directly from the bag.
He was too thirsty to bother and get a glass so he could drink from it, like a civilized person.
As he sunk his fangs into the third bag, one of his companions appeared in the door frame.
He leaned against the wood and folded his arms.
"What are ya grinning like my cat when she got the canary? Couldn't be because you enjoy your fast food that much, ne?"
Instantly the mentioned grin on Shiros face disappeared and was replaced by a frown.
He threw the emptied bag into the bin before answering the other.
"Nothin' of yer business, Grimmjow."

Jaegerjaques Grimmjow is one of the other born Vampires.
He's around a millennium old, 6,1" tall, has bright blue hair and piercing blue eyes, his skin is tanned, though it doesn't get out into the sun much and his statue is well trained and muscled.
A scar, from a slayers sword runs over his chest, from the left shoulder, down to the right hip.

Grimmjow huffed and pushed himself off from the door frame, walking gracefully like a cat over to the kitchen counter.
"Right. And the frown is also nothin' of my business?"
Shiro looked at him intently, before sighing and running a hand through his short spiky hair.
"I've seen a slayer."
"No shit, really?"
The blue haired taunted, getting an icy glare and bared fangs for the comment.
"Shut up, will ya? He's fucking young, graduated high school just now and already smells like one of the older ones."
"How do you know he just finished school?"
"Been there and seen him take his diploma."
Grimmjow raised his eyebrows, wondering what the elder did at the high school.
"Ya been there? Why?"
"Told ya it's not yer business."

A grin, threatening to split his face in two grew on the blunettes face.
"Ya found yerself a candy stick, eh?"
Shiro grinned back at him, but he didn't miss the coldness and thread in it.
"What if I have?"
He asked with an frosty, echoing voice, causing the younger Vampire to shrink and appear smaller than he was.
"Nothing. But shouldn't ya tell us who he is, so we won't make a move on him?"
The albino stopped looming over him, admitting that he was right, but turning his back toward the other so he wouldn't see it.

"A boy, my height, tanned, orange hair, amber brown eyes, smells like chocolate, cinnamon and the clear air after rainfall."

"Hit you really hard, when you remember that much of a possible snack."
Shiro glared over his shoulder at the blue haired.
"Grimmjow?"
He growled out.
"Yeah, that's my name."
The vampire replied cockily, before catching Shiros look and feeling his blood running cold.
He gulped.
"Run."

That was warning enough for him, to turn on his heels and sprint out of the kitchen.
Pure bloods were scary as shit.
No that wasn't right, not all pure bloods were, just this certain albino.
Mentioned albino chuckled, letting Grimmjow run.

Somewhere else the other party worked on their own problems.

After receiving his diploma and noticing the Vampire watch the ceremony with his eyes glued to one of his classmates, Uryuu Ishida had hurried over to the headquarters, to inform their head of his discovery.
He found him and the three other lounging in the living hall.
When they noticed him enter, they greeted him, everyone in his own way.

Abarai Renji, 30 years old, long, red hair bound to a ponytail and red-brown eyes, covered in tribal tattoos, 6,2" tall.
His weapons were, two pistols, he wore in holsters at each side of his hips and a rifle he carried on his back.
The bullets of the fire arms were filled with holy water and broke when hitting the target.

He greeted Ishida with a raised and and a short 'Yo', pausing from polishing his babies for a moment.

Hisagi Shuuhei, also 30 years of age, short ,spiky, black hair, he also had some tattoos and some scars running over the right side of his face, which he got from a vampire, 5,11" tall.
The weapons of his choice were double daggers, the blade lightly curved, black in color but the edge being silver and an branch like golden etching on it.
The hilt is straight and at its end is a golden tip, formed like a candles flame.

He only nodded, concentrating on playing with his daggers.

A bubbly female voice called out to him, before his face was buried in a chest with huge breast on it.
"Welcome back Uryuu!"

Neliel tu Oderschvank, a 25 year old, green haired and grey eyed woman, was the only female in their group.
She was about 5,9" tall and got a scar on her forehead, from an accident as a child.
Her weapon was a spear, that had a double edges blade on both ends.

Uryuu freed himself from her crushing embrace, smiling shortly at her before continuing farther into the room, where their head sat in the back, reading a book.

Urahara Kisuke, was the oldest of them, being a bit over 40 years.
His hair was a blond, shoulder long mess, his eyes the color of steel and he is 6,0" tall.
The man wield a Katana, made of a special combination of steel that he had forged himself.

Urahara looked up from the pages when Uryuu stood directly in front of him.
"What brings you hear this early, kid?"
Ishida pushed his glassed up, a gesture of disliking being called a kid, but it couldn't be helped, since he was, with his 17 years he is the youngest slayer that time has ever seen.
His hair is of raven color and his eyes of a dark blue.
He's about 5,9" tall and his weapon is a bow, with arrows which heads are made like the bullets of Abarais guns.

"I've him today."
Everyone gasped in unison, knowing the figure full who he was referring to.
Urahara asked in a serious tone.
"Where?"
"At the ceremony. He was eyeing a classmate very intently."
Renji spoke up, his voice almost a growl.
"What would he want there?"
Uryuu turned around to them, waiting a moment before answering.
"I don't know."
That he was here meant more than trouble.
It meant that they were in ire danger.
He was the self-anounced Slayer-hunter and most of their lost comrades got on his account.
Him and the others he gathered, were finishing what their ancestor failed to manage.

They were all so lost in their thoughts, that they didn't notice when Urahara suddenly stiffened and let his head hang, so his hair covered his eyes.
"Shuuhei."
He addressed the black haired slayer, who was now holding his daggers in an iron grip.
Lifting his gaze again, the blonde made eye contact with Hisagi.
"Bring me Saigetsu ( 殺月; Moon killer)."
The man almost let his daggers drop in shock, his jaw falling open so he looked like a gaping fish.

Saigetsu, once was the sword of a young slayer who had fought against the albino and payed with his life for it.
It's broken pieces had laid on the porch of their base in Rumania.
They always took the weapons of the fallen ones with them when they moved, so that they could reclaim them when they were reborn.
But if the weapon broke, it normally would be tossed away and a new weapon would be chosen.
That they kept the sword since they found it at their doors was because the cursed Vampire had shown his respect for the fighter in that way and they decided to wait until the owner would be reborn and let him choose what to do with it.

"Does that mean...finally...his soul has entered the circle again?"
"His soul has wakened."
Urahara answered seriously, before his mood made a turn of 180 and he said cheerfully.
"Now, get in gear, we need to polish his weapon and dust out the corners. He shall be able to eat from the floor, when we welcome him in our middle."

Chapter 3
End

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