Bwah! My first (serious) Bleach chapter fic! I think.

This will be...Grimmy x Nel, for sure, and maybe other pairings if I feel like it. Side pairings, because...well, maybe more'n that if I feel like it. Suggestions for those are helpful! And loved!

Soo...read it, enjoy, and keep it chilly, cos Bleach is not mine!

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One Condition

Chapter One-The First Mission

"I will restore you to your former glory on one condition."

"One…condithion?"

"Yes. You will serve me, once more."

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Neliel had been restored to who, and what she had been before being exiled by Nnoitora. She had then been subjected to great amounts of training, and she had exceeded her previous level. She was filled with pride for her renewed status, and strength, and the fact that Barragan had stepped down so that she could do so. She had not wished to kill, after all, and he did not mind settling for quinto.

Aizen had restored another espada along with her, but it was not Nnoitora, as many would have suspected. Grimmjow Jeagerjacques returned to his rank, as well. Though, the difference in Neliel's rank and Grimmjow's rank meant that they rarely saw each other.

Aizen's top three espada were the ones that, for the most part, he wanted to save for the more intensive missions, the missions where he needed to be guaranteed success. Sometimes, things were different. It was a matter of choice.

Aizen called a meeting, and, as usual, his espada shuffled in before his arrival. There were three empty chairs, three missing espada. That meant that the last seated would have four spots to choose from instead of just one, but it was not a happy feeling.

Neliel took her spot, and was surprised when a blue haired espada sat beside her. She knew him, of course, as she knew every seated espada. However, he sparked her curiosity more than the others had. Stark and Halibel were above her, and more powerful, naturally, but she rarely associated herself with those ranked above her. Besides that, Halibel was a fanatic for Aizen, so that depressed Neliel a little bit every time she spoke with the segunda.

Ulquiorra had been interesting, at first. Then, she had noticed his flat, uninspired tone, the way he too worshipped Aizen fanatically, though not to the extreme of Halibel. Neliel was no fool, she bowed to Aizen, but she only took it so far. She was sensible enough to stay out of trouble, and in Aizen's good graces, but never more. She had enough responsibility being the tricero.

Barragan was rather interesting, for he was old, and filled with wisdom and experience. However, he slept a lot, and when he slept, he snored rather loudly. Besides that, he was grumpy, and he did not like talking to the bitch who had taken over his spot. Apparently he had been under the impression that "Neliel" had been some strange foreign men's name. She avoided him adeptly.

Of course, there was Yammy, but Yammy was considerably more boring than the rest. Rarely did an intelligent sentence escape his lips, and besides that, he was a womanizer. Though, that was well hidden beneath his so-called stupidity, but Neliel knew one when she saw one.

The fact that she sat beside Grimmjow for this particular meeting meant that she had a chance to learn about the espada she was most interested in. After all, she liked the way he looked, with his light blue hair, and subtly matching, green eye markings. She liked the way he walked, pumping his shoulders as he did so, showing how feral, how powerful he was. She loved the throaty way he talked, the way he sounded so…so bestial at times.

She stopped herself, deciding instead to admire his neckline…the way it smoothly cascaded into shoulders, a chest, and then into well-shaped abdomen muscles. What a creature, she thought. However, she expected her admirations to go unnoticed by him, which was rather impossible. Grimmjow turned his dark blue eyes on her, and frowned.

"The fuck are you staring at, woman?" he demanded, not using any respect even though she was ranked above him. It took her a moment to realize he had called her 'woman,' and when she did, she feigned outrage.

"My name is not woman!" she stated calmly, with an undertone of ferocity. "My name is Neliel, and you will refer to me as such."

"All right, woman." Grimmjow replied, a mocking smile stretching his lips. His eyes clearly told her that he thought she did not know his name.

"You dare persist? Do you forget my rank, Grimmjow?" she demanded of him, stressing the use of his name.

"Your rank…your rank is…tricero, but why should I give a damn?"

"Because, Mr. Sexta, I could break you in half." She returned, stressing the "sex" of "sexta" with a leer.

"I would have to return the favor." Grimmjow leaned toward her, his face moving dangerously close to hers.

"I doubt you would have the fortitude after I was through with you." She stated calmly. "Look sharp, Aizen-sama is arriving."

He sat up, looking as though nothing had happened, and sure enough, seconds later, the door opened, and Aizen waltzed in.

"Good morning, my dear espada." He greeted, with an undertone of mocking. Though, aside from Grimmjow, and some of the lower ranked espada, these truly were his most dear. Stark, who held the most power, Halibel, who worshipped him fanatically, Neliel, who had come back under his thumb, and Ulquiorra, his most faithful servant. They were beloved; they were precious. He could not lose them, he could not afford to. Of course, he did not wish to lose Grimmjow, either. Grimmjow fought, after all, and he needed someone who fought with the ferocity and intensity he did.

The tea was served, and Aizen was ready to speak. "As you know, "Karakura Town" has been laid waste to, and everyone has returned to their rightful places. Ichigo rests at home, in a slightly weakened state. I need someone to retrieve him. This is highly unusual, but have I got a volunteer to retrieve him?"

Grimmjow spoke up. "I'll go get the bastard."

"All right. You may, Grimmjow, on one condition."

"One…condition?"

"Bring Neliel with you. My orders are that he be brought to me alive, with no injuries. I understand a few minor ones, if he tries to fight, but anything more and you will be punished. Ulquiorra, I trust that you will bring Orihime back to me." Aizen stated, and Ulquiorra nodded dutifully.

Grimmjow looked to Neliel, frowning. He had to take the bitch with the staring problem? His eyes then traveled down her neckline, and they widened to see how it expanded into an ample bosom, and then contracted into a slender torso. A great body to match a beautiful face, he found himself thinking. Then he found himself wondering who the fuck he was—what kind of man thought of those things? So she was a hot piece…big deal. He did not need to over think that!

"Grimmjow."

"Huh?"

"Grimmjow…are you ready to go?" Neliel demanded in a soft voice.

"Go…fuck, I'm ready to go anywhere with you."

"Huh?" Neliel looked confused.

"I mean…yeah, let's go." Grimmjow told her, and he rose, stretching his hand to her gallantly. She took it hesitantly, and he pulled her from her chair, and she fell against his body like a rag doll. Her eyes widened, and she was lost for words. Her mouth flopped open, and Grimmjow grinned, wrapping an arm about the small of her back and pulling her closer to him, his face dangerously close to hers.

"Grimmjow…what are you—"

"Shut up, woman." He muttered, his dark eyes darting around the room quickly, until he was sure everyone had left. Once he was satisfied, he dropped her hand and moved his hand to the back of her head, pressing his lips against hers, and keeping her face there so she could not get away. He would not let her, anyway. She gasped, but found herself returning his kiss ardently.

He eventually pulled away, letting her fall against him breathlessly. "Not bad." He stated offhandedly, though it had been the best kiss he had ever experienced. If she was that good at kissing, then she had to be good at other things, as well. It was not as though she were going to do those other things willingly, he thought regretfully.

"That's all you have to say about that?" Neliel demanded, laying her hands on his shoulders and backing him against a wall. "If you say the same about this, I'll make you suffer." She muttered, and then pressed her lips against his gently, at first, as though testing the waters. She grew more passionate as the kiss went on, delving her tongue within his mouth and exploring the cavern curiously. Grimmjow pushed her away with a groan, and cupped her cheek as if to show he was pleased with her before he could speak.

"Fantastic, Neliel…but if you keep doing that, I'll have to fuck you right here. You make it hard for a man to control himself." He muttered, laying his hand on her shoulder when she advanced on him again. "I mean it. We have a mission to do."

"Oh…you're right." Neliel grinned wickedly. "We do, don't we…" she yawned, and walked off, looking back at him. Why was he standing still, watching her? "Come on, Grimmjow, don't stand there staring dumbly." She requested, and finally went back to him, taking his hand in hers and dragging him off.

"Huh? Oh…" Grimmjow turned his head from her and smiled, unable to contain it. He had to admit, the feel of her hand around his was nice. Slowly, he moved his hand so that he could entwine his fingers in hers. Neliel looked at him, giving him a glare.

"You just wanted to hold my hand, didn't you?" Neliel demanded, not yet dropping his hand.

"Well, if I can't kiss you…" he offered.

"Oh…hush." Neliel muttered, feigning a wounded composure. Grimmjow looked genuinely concerned, but she laughed in his face when he tried to ask her about it. "You worry, and worry, but forget who, and what I am!" she said with a prideful laugh. "You hush, now, and worry of yourself, and what I will do to you the next time we meet." She warned.

Grimmjow licked his lips. What she would do to him…that sounded very promising. Why would he worry? Where was the point? It was more like anticipate…

"Grimmjow…come on." Neliel demanded, tugging on his hand. Grimmjow snapped from his reverie, and followed. They happened to meet Aizen in the halls, and he smirked at the two, noting their linked hands. Of course, the sexta and tricero had forgotten about the fact that they were holding hands.

"I have one more condition for you."

"Huh?"

"You two are not to speak, or touch each other, until you have returned to Las Noches."

Grimmjow's jaw fell open, and Neliel attempted to stifle a laugh. How absurd!

"Carry on." Aizen commanded, waving his hands. Grimmjow and Neliel took a step away from each other, their faces flushed all of a sudden. They had been caught…and on their first mission together, too.