Title: Breakaway
Author: Shadow Arashi
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Aizen x Grimmjow
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 370
Summary: Aizen deals with Grimmjows free and rebellious character in a simple, but clever manner.
Warnings: Nothing bad for once, unless you count a silly attempt at humor and hinted at BL (boy love). Also if you are looking for the meaning of the title, it comes from a type of cat collar called breakaway collar. If this story doesnt make any sense, I blame it on the fact that I wrote it on a whim at 3am (and it has to be the shortest piece I ever wrote, go figure).
Disclaimer: Bleach and its characters belong to Tite Kubo. I own nothing but the idea behind this fic and my writing skills. I wouldnt need to write fanfic otherwise, obviously.

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"... the fuck is this shit?"

"Now Grimmjow, there is no need to resort to such language."

"It still doesnt answer the fucking question, Aizen-sama."

"If you must know, this, as you put it, is a collar."

" I can see that. But what I wanna know is WHY am I wearing a frickin collar for?!"

"Because, my dear Grimmjow, you are way too much like the feline you evolved from."

"Wha-"

"What Aizen-sama is trying to say, Kitty-chan, is that you need to wear a bell for us to keep track of you~~!"

"Why you-!"

"Now lets not resort to violence. Gin is right in his statement, your last unplanned visit to the human world proved it. So until you can be trusted not to wander on your own like an alley cat, you will wear the collar. Beside dont you think it fits you perfectly? It compliments your look very well."

"You gotta be kidding me..."

"I assure you that I am not kidding, Grimmjow."

The sexta espada looked up at the man who called himself his master, blinked twice, then glanced down at the blue cat collar wrapped tightly around his neck and at the goddamn little Aizen-shaped bell dangling from it.

He was never going to live this one down.

"Now why dont you come here so we can start on training you out of those bad habits of yours~~?"

Aizen made a beckoning gesture with his hand and patted his knees with the other.

Grimmjow opened his mouth, ready to tell the man to stuff it, when he caught the glint in the piercing brown eyes.

His surprise must have shown on his face then as the master of Las Noches smiled and casually crossed his legs. However the change of position gave, for a few precious seconds, an unexpected hint of what the mans real intentions were to the arrancar.

Grimmjow allowed himself a wide smirk.

"All right, but you should look into getting bigger hakamas. Those are doing nothing to hide your boner, master."

The arrancar purred as he crawled toward the shinigami in Pantera-style, ignoring the pearls of laughers the retreating Gin was muffling.

Maybe wearing the collar wouldnt be so bad...