Ch.1-Experiment gone wrong

This is my first Bleach fic. Please be nice to me. I'm so out of my zone here since I usually write KH fics. D: But I just thought this idea was cute and I love this pairing. XD Sorry if people are OOC or some names are wrong. I'm trying my best. Flames will be absorbed by my lovely bodyguard Axel. I don't own Bleach, just this story. :D

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Szayel stared at the green liquid that was in the beaker he held before he cautiously poured a small drop of black liquid into the container and swirled it around as he watched the liquid turn an interesting gold color. Smilingly slightly, he walked over to a small Hollow that looked like a newt and used a tiny syringe to squirt some of the liquid into the struggling newt Hollow's gaping mouth and waited, watching the beast closely as he waited for a reaction.

The Hollow merely stuck out its tongue as it tried to get the bad taste out of its mouth before it continued trying to free itself from its bonds.

Szayel grinned as he straightened, pushing his glasses up slightly.

"Good. It's successful. Now, I just need another test subject…"

"Yo, Szayel!"

Szayel glanced toward his lab door as it opened to reveal a very pissed off Grimmjow (He probably got in another fight with Ulquiorra).

Szayel smirked as Grimmjow furiously strode toward him.

"Hey, Grimmjow…"

Grimmjow stopped when he noticed the look in Szayel's eyes, recognized the look, and immediately turned around, deciding that he did not want to get caught up in another one of Szayel's crazy experiments.

"Whoa, whoa, hey." Szayel trotted toward Grimmjow and put an arm around the Sexta Espada's shoulder as he held the beaker in his left hand. "Why such a hurry to leave? Didn't you come to visit me….?"

"Yeah, until I saw that 'I-have-an-experiment-and-I-need-a-test-subject' look." Grimmjow scowled at Szayel, but didn't shrug off the scientist's arm. "And I don't want to be your guinea pig."

"What makes you think that all my experiments are bad?"

"The last one turned Ulquiorra into a duck." Grimmjow reminded, giving the scientist a blank look.

"Yes, well, I forgot a crucial ingredient…" Szayel glanced away from Grimmjow's gaze almost innocently.

"He was like that for a week!"

"But this time it works!" Szayel protested, looking at Grimmjow pleadingly. "It won't hurt Hollows or Arrancars, I promise!"

Grimmjow stared at the Octavo Espada suspiciously, before he asked, "What does it do?"

"It weakens our enemy so they can't use their Zanpakuto! It's versatile, so it can be used in powder or liquid form!"

Grimmjow stared at the beaker that Szayel held skeptically.

"How do you know it does that?"

"Because I know." Szayel grinned as he took a step away from Grimmjow and held out the beaker. "So…try it?"

Grimmjow scratched the side of his jaw where his broken mask was before he reluctantly took the container and stared at it.

"And you're sure this won't hurt me or anything?" Grimmjow asked as he looked at Szayel.

"Yeah. I first tested it on a Hollow that I found skittering around here. Hollow's perfectly fine." Szayel rubbed the side of his neck. "Though I guess he didn't like the taste…."

Tentatively, the teal-haired Espada sniffed the liquid before he dipped his tongue in it only to recoil with a look of disgust.

"Yuck. It tastes like shit."

"Drink it."

"I am not drinking this." Grimmjow held out the beaker to Szayel. "I tasted it so that should be enough."

"Well, if you don't comply, I might just have to tell Master Aizen about that party you went to a month back." Szayel turned his back to Grimmjow as he idly rubbed his right hand fingers together before he smiled connivingly as he glanced at the Sexta Espada out of the corner of his eye. "And why Ulquiorra was limping the next day…"

Grimmjow's eyes widened slightly before he narrowed them dangerously.

"You wouldn't."

"I've got pictures~" Szayel sang as he waved a phone in front of Grimmjow's face. "And tomorrow they may be up on the walls…."

Grimmjow growled as he bared his teeth.

"Sneaky blackmailing bastard…"

"Uh-uh." Szayel continued waving his evidence. "You will have a pleasant attitude when you drink it or these pictures will be posted before you could say 'uncle'."

Grimmjow scowled in defeat, knowing when he was beaten, before he stared at the gold liquid and sighed.

Do or die. He thought. Hopefully it's not the latter…

Szayel watched as the Espada quickly downed the bad-tasting drink before grumpily handing it to the scientist.

"There. Now delete those pictures."

"A deal's a deal." Szayel said as he put the beaker on a nearby table before fiddling with his phone as he deleted the pictures; he kept the one of the drunk and naked Grimmjow, however.

"Now can I get something to get this bad taste out of my mouth?" Grimmjow whined as he scratched his tongue in an attempt to get the horrible taste off his taste buds.

"Here." Szayel absently handed a small chocolate chip cookie to the Sexta as he wrote down something on the clipboard he held, occasionally glancing at Grimmjow as if waiting for something to happen.

Confusedly, the teal-haired Arrancar took the offered cookie and stared at it.

"You keep cookies in your pocket?"

"Yeah. Yammy likes them and it helps when it's time for his physical." Szayel idly tapped Grimmjow's arm, shoulder, and chest with the end of his pen before he resumed writing. "And cookies are good. What's wrong with them?"

"Nothing." Grimmjow took a bite of the cookie, making sure it wasn't another of the scientist's experiments, before he quickly devoured it when he was sure it was safe. "So what are you writing down?"

"Any changes. So far there are none. Feel any side effects?" Szayel looked at Grimmjow critically. "Chills, nausea, dizziness?"

"No. I feel the same." Grimmjow shrugged.

"Cool. It worked then." Szayel walked toward his desk and sat down. "You can leave now."

Grimmjow frowned, annoyed at the sudden coldness, before he decided he didn't care.

"Dinner's in an hour. Aizen wants to see you there."

"I'll be there." Szayel waved at the Arrancar, not stopping in whatever he was doing. "Aizen doesn't have to worry."

Grimmjow scoffed as he rolled his eyes before he walked out of Szayel's lab, choosing not to stay there any longer than need be, and closed the door behind him.

Ulquiorra was walking past Szayel's lab just as Grimmjow walked out of the room.

"Hello, Grimmjow."

"I'm in a bad mood." Grimmjow growled as he stormed past the Cuarto Espada.

"….Good to know." Ulquiorra replied as he watched Grimmjow go before he continued toward his room.

Dinner was not a quiet event. Aizen sat at the head of the table while five Arrancar sat on one side and the other five sat on the opposite side.

Yammy was arguing with Haroniero over a piece of meat while Szayel muttered to himself, writing on the clipboard he held while sneaking glances at Grimmjow. Stark talked to Aizen about when they would next leave Las Noches and Hueco Mundo while Baraggan ignored them and decided to sing to himself. Ulquiorra and Nnoitora seemed to be having an interesting conversation that occasionally made Grimmjow growl and bristle as he glared briefly at them. Halibel and Zommari seemed perfectly fine with ignoring everyone as they stayed in their own little world.

Grimmjow eventually gave up and ignored Ulquiorra and Nnoitora as he rubbed his temples when he felt a small headache; he couldn't tell if it was from the other loud Espada or something else. A few seconds later, he had a hot flash; it was very fast, but it was still strong enough to leave the Sexta Espada dizzy. Thinking he was merely too hot, Grimmjow decided that he wanted a cold shower to cool himself down, the blue-haired Arrancar stood up and asked Aizen if he could be excused which surprised everyone.

Aizen allowed the excuse and watched Grimmjow walk out of the expansive dining room.

Szayel also watched before rapidly writing something down on his magic clipboard then stood up, excusing himself as well, and headed toward his lab to start a new experiment.

Once Grimmjow had finished his cold shower, he felt substationally better. He was exhausted, however, so he decided that he would just go to bed for the night.

Szayel hummed as he wrote down ingredients for another experiment that he was about to start, never even noticing that his little newt Hollow that was strapped to a table had shrunken slightly and turned into an almost child-like version of its other self.

The Hollow slipped out of the confines and jumped to the floor, wiggling its tail happily, before skittering out of the lab and toward its freedom.

Szayel briefly stopped in his work before he shrugged and continued working, deciding that it had just been his imagination.

Hmm. now what happens next? :/ I dunno since I haven't written it yet. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. :D Please read and review and tell me how I did and I hope you look forward to future chapters. Remember, no flaming.