*looks around* Oh! Hi there! You surprised me...

So, this idea has been hanging around in my head for a while, and although it's not planned in any way shape or form, I got sick Grimmjow nagging me. Sigh.

DISCLAIMER: Bleach and all its characters etc are owned by Tite Kubo. I don't own anything, and if I did, I'd probably get put away for the bad, bad things I'd make my puppets do *rubs hands evilly*.

This will be and eventual M rating, and there is going to be Grimmichi smut – so if you don't like M/M, you know what to do. No, put that fire extinguisher down – get outta here! The weirdos you get round here ¬_¬ seriously though, I will be highlighting which chapters will have M/M action, so don't feel as though you have to read it. But it you're still here, presumably you're not going to be all that bothered.

Onwards with the randoms, sorry for the shortness. It was either shorten it here, or have a reeeeally short second chapter... I also apologise for any splelgin msitkaes etc – I have no beta, and I couldn't be bothered going through and checking.

"Fate leads the willing, and drags along the reluctant" - Seneca

Aizen sat at the head of the long, white topped table, silently sipping his tea. Staring at the contents as it lightly lapped against the sides of the cup, he tuned back in with disinterest to the argument taking place further down the table. Grimmjow, sexta espada, was stood out of his chair with, his hands firmly planted on the tabletop, leaning forward into Ulquiorra's face, snarling.

Ah yes. Grimmjow and Ulquiorra, an eternal struggle between them that Aizen knew was likely to grow worse with his plan. Because they were arguing about the substitute Shinigami. Again.

"I'll kick that punk's ass any time I like! I don't need permission from a fucker like you!"

Ulquiorra stared at Grimmjow blankly and replied slowly.

"No, you don't need my permission. If Aizen-sama does not wish it, and you act outside of his orders, I'm certain that even trash like you can comprehend my duty of... chastisement, for disobeying." The other espada was so predictable. Inwardly, Ulquiorra was smirking.

In anger, Grimmjow grabbed the front of the Cuarta's uniform with one fist, and pulled back the other ready to pummel that brown nosing bastard's face into pulp, even as he sat there blank and unmoving.

"Enough." Aizen exerted his reiatsu upon Grimmjow, who was forced back into his seat, grimacing.

Steepling his fingers, Aizen leant back in his chair. Smiling serenely he studied Grimmjow, as he glared at the table.

Aizen was a smug bastard, delighting in trying to make Grimmjow appear weak. As if it was possible, he thought, glaring deeper. Grimmjow would kill all of them one day. He'd fuck up that smirking face, right after he'd beaten Ulquiorra into a bloody puddle on the sands of Las Noches.

As if amused by Grimmjow's thoughts, the traitor shinigami chuckled pleasantly.

"Well, I must say I am pleased with your enthusiasm to serve my cause, Grimmjow .Though I am sure it is purely your nature to seek out and destroy strength that threatens your own."

Grimmjow snarled, "I'm not threatened!"

Aizen's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, and Grimmjow fell silent.

"However, I would be most displeased if you were to kill him. That boy is most interesting... a little puzzle to study. It would be a nuisance if he died before I had a chance to study him."

If the other espada were shocked at Aizen's apparent interest in the red headed annoyance, they did not look it as Aizen continued.

"He may work with Seretei, he is certainly not allied with them. Yes, I feel he is very interesting indeed."

Aizen paused and looked at each face around the table. Although it would be easier by far to send Gin, Aizen, who was not without a sense of humour, made his choice.

"Grimmjow, I wish you to accompany Ulquiorra on a mission to Karakura town, to restrain and bring back Kurosaki Ichigo to Las Noches. Grimmjow, you will not damage Kurosaki – I wish him to be unharmed. You are there to merely prevent the interference of any other shinigami that may be there. Is that clear?" He emphasised his point with a short burst of reiatsu.

Ulquiorra bowed his head silently, and Grimmjow nodded tersely.

~Damn bastard!~ Well, he hadn't said anything about Grimmjow not being allowed to grind Kurosoki's face into the ground when he got him here.

Standing up, he knelt swiftly on one knee with beside the Cuatro, smirking at the floor, and then left the hall.

Once they were outside the confines of the fortress, Ulquiorra opened a garganta.

"I trust you'll behave." It wasn't a question.

"Don't worry. He'll get back here in one piece."

Ulquiorra stepped through, choosing to not reply, his silence an affirmation of his scepticism. Grimmjow followed, grinning.

Going to Karakura would be a drag, but once he had Kurosaki in his grasp, he would beat that smug shinigami into a bloody pulp on the sands of Hueco Mundo. He'd show Kurosaki that it was Grimmjow who was the strongest. He shoved his hands deep into the pockets as the garganta closed behing the pair. Yeah, this was going to be fun.

I'm not going to MAKE you review, but I do have this big stick here, and it's telling me to prod you until you do, so... if you're feeling nice, you know the drill!