Once in a Blue Moon
Grimmjow/Ichigo
"There's nothing wrong with Grimmjow."
That what all the Arrancar would answer when asked. Even Ulquiorra, with his serious face and matching voice would say, "I haven't sensed nothing odd from Grimmjow."
Gin would have to nod his silver head and smile widely, even though knowing that the answer would not please Aizen very much. Even Tousen couldn't give a desired answer. "Besides, I can't watch him all the time." Wonderwisse would just cower and whine in the corner.
Questioning the sixth Espada himself was out of the question, he would just deny everything and then stomp away, that is, unless you were some weak Arrancar in which case he would destroy you without even answering the question.
Aizen tapped his chin. There was something going on, he knew it, Grimmjow would be in a foul mood like always and then the next day he would spare a Fraccion from breaking his leg (after breaking the rest of him). Even the rest of the Arrancar would cower more in his rare good mood days, simply because they were a break from the regular foul mouthed, battle hungry Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. Aizen had even ordered Grimmjow's every move to be followed. A few weeks ago he had been caught sneaking to the human world, whatever he did there was a mystery but it was mostly assumed he went there to fight with the Representative Shinigami, whatever his name was.
Grimmjow would just sigh and shake his head at this idiots. Even Aizen! Being all sneaky-sneaky without getting anything back except some good gossip from other Espada, but that was beside the point. Of course, if asked directly, Grimmjow would lie or deny everything, even though he actually wanted to gloat about being able to fool everyone and still keep his secret a secret.
"Good. No spies around and no Tousen watching." Grimmjow muttered to himself. Currently he was squating down on the corner of a closet, surrounded by random cleaning utensils. Reaching to his pocket, he took out a worn out piece of a picture. In it, Ichigo was smiling at him, orange hair a bit tousled from the wind. A hand was up to his hair, trying to prevent the wind from messing it up, Grimmjow had commented it didn't matter since he looked good anyway and Ichigo had smiled just in time for the camera to capture it.
Ichigo had kept the other half of the picture, which had Grimmjow also smiling. The last day he'd gone to the Living World, Ichigo had given it to him. The Espada had made a fuss about it being a good memory of both but Ichigo had simply kissed the picture and placed it in Ichigo's hand, saying it would be a reminder for Grimmjow.
Grimmjow kissed the picture and placed it back on his pocket. With all the security and watching going around him, he couldn't take it out everytime he desired, so he kept it for special occasions when he felt like he needed a break or particularly lonely from being apart from Ichigo.
Stepping out of the closet, he eyed some passing arrancar so they would cower and run away. Smiling to himself, Grimmjow briefly wondered if Ichigo would look at that picture very once in a while and think of him too.
END
The title doesn't make much sense with the story because it was a prompt, I pretty much did whatever I wanted anyway.