Well, I was bored, so I gave this a shot. Disclaimer: I do not own bleach or any of its characters [I wish I owned Grimmy] all rights belong to TK.

One Hell Of A Night

The Sexta espada was seething with rage as he made his way through those all too familiar white hallways. The manner in which he threw open the doors before him displayed his anger fully. He fixated those cerulean eyes on the one who had disturbed him.

"What?! " he spat, the one word filled with so much venom that any man would have crawled under a rock and hid if it were addressed to him, any man but the one who sat in the throne before him. The man instead stared at him coolly, portraying no hint of any emotion except that of amusement.

"Grimmjow, you would do well to address me with some respect," he replied calmly. Grimmjow scowled. Why should he show anyone respect, much less this sorry excuse for a leader? Aizen was wasting his time, why was he here?

"What the hell do you want?" Grimmjow commanded.

"Now, now, calm down, I merely wanted to have a word with you about the havoc you've been wreaking in Las Noches lately." The silver haired man behind Aizen widened his grin. Fuck him, Grimmjow thought.

"What about it?" he growled.

"Well, so far you've fatally injured all of the espada below you and you've taken to randomly slashing their fraccion in the corridors."

Grimmjow stared giving his usual 'and i give a fuck?' look. Aizen continued, "what I wanted to say was, continue and you'll face punishment far worse than any your little brain can even fathom," he finished in that calm even tone which suggested that he was speaking of the weather. The only change in his emotion was the glint that flashed in his eyes when he spoke of punishment.

Grimmjow turned and left the room with no sign that he heard what was said and was careful to slam the door as loudly as possible when he left. Noises could be heard from the hallway, marking Grimmjow's route back to his room. "Well, it looks like his temper's improving," said the silver haired man. Aizen replied, "It's only a matter of time before he realizes he can do nothing but bow before me, plus it wouldn't be any fun if he wasn't a little rebellious, now would it?"

* * *

Grimmjow made his way through the corridors hitting everything in sight, he even laid waste to a few walls. He was in an even worse mood now than before. Damaging Aizen's precious Las Noches sure made him feel a lot better. Most of his frustration was relieved as he punched a hole into Ulquiorra's wall on his way back to...Where was he exactly? He didn't notice where his feet were taking him, as he was spending his time wondering how he'd have to pay for damaging Ulquiorra's room, yet grinning all the while. He had ended up in a corridor leading out of Las Noches. He continued out into the fresh night air.

The wind whipped through his icy blue hair, dishevelling his soft locks even more than before. The cool breeze was soothing. He continued his journey through the sand, stopping only when Las Noches was out of sight. He dropped himself onto a mound of sand with a soft thud and lay flat on his back.

"Out of sight, out of mind, huh?" he said softly to himself. His anger seemed to have subsided ninety percent since he left that goddamned place, but with that thought it returned full blast. He slammed his fist into the ground, sending a stream of sand into the air. Who the fuck did Aizen think he was, the supreme god? Oh yeah, the git was so delusional and vain, he thought he was!

Aizen could live in his messed up fairy tale world if he wanted, the gay bastard, but Grimmjow wasn't going to play along. He answered to no one. He hated Aizen and Las Noches and all those other espada, he just hated them! That's why life there was so frustrating. His pent up anger was over flowing, he was at breaking point and he hadn't had a fight in so long! Why didn't Aizen commence with the plan, when was this bloody winter war going to happen...well yeah, in winter...but that's not the point. Life was so boring and no one seemed to be bothered and all any one could seem to do was get on his nerves!

Those guys he pummelled deserved what they got, it wasn't his fault they were damn sissies and couldn't hold their own in a fight. They should ensure they could before pissing him off! That fag, Szayel not only dared to come within a ten metre radius of him after be explicitly told to leave him the fuck alone, but he also had the gall to ask to do experiments on him, right after he had a run in with Ulqiorra. Then the fraccion of that ugly ass Nnoitra was looking at him funny, so he gave him something to see and some stupid onlooker said something about an anger management problem, he finished him so quickly he didn't even see who it was.

He needed two things, a break from that infuriating hell hole and a fight with someone actually worth fighting, and he knew how to get both at once!

* * *

"Oh dear, it seems Grimmjow's opened a garganta, whatcha think he's gonna do?"

"Look for a fight with Kurosaki of course, those ruled by their emotions are so predictable," Aizen shook his head to imply 'tsk, tsk'.

"But ain'tcha worried? Those emotions could bore a big hole in your plan."

"But they can also turn the tables sufficiently more in our favour Gin, once we tame the wild cat and get him to obey his master."

"So why don'tcha start whipping him into a trained kitty already?"

"I have, it's all a psychological game"

* * *

"Huh, I wonder where Kurosaki is, I can't sense his reiatsu any where."

Grimmjow searched everywhere for Ichigo, but to no avail. Don't tell me that dumbass has gone on vacation at a time like this. He realized, though, that he was not as angry as he thought he'd be over missing a fight with Ichigo, instead, he was simply enjoying his carefree jaunt in the human world. He was away from Las Noches, he'd gone against Aizen's orders and he'd pay any price he'd have to when he got back. It was worth it. He was actually feeling quite at peace, looking up at the sparkling stars against their dark canvas. He was actually considering staying a little longer than was planned, he thought maybe he'd find Ichigo tomorrow after he'd rested and cleared his mind, just when...

"Grimmjow Jaggerjaques, come with me."

So , I don't really know where this story's going. Feel free to make requests and suggestions. I don't know what pairings either, but I was kinda hoping for grimmXichi. Hope you enjoyed it. Please review.