This is my first submission, so I know it won't be as good as many fics out there. Please Read and Review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, but the story is my idea.

Prologue:

There is only one bar in Seireitei. It is located north of the noble's estates, and to the west of the Gotei 13's barracks.

The bartender has never been seen outside of the bar. He brews his own beer, distills his own liquor, and ferments his own wine. He keeps a greenhouse on his roof in which he is said to be able to grow anything. Nobody knows how it works, but rumor has it that if Urahara Kisuke walked into the bar his drinks would be free, even as he was arrested by the Stealth Force.

The bartender is a shinigami, but has never been a part of any division. When asked, he claims that he avoided service due to an incident involving Captain General Yamamoto, two kegs of his ale, several gallons of whipped cream, and three crates of fireworks. The last person who brought this up outside of the bar found his way to the fourth division. Naked. And on fire.

There are three rules in the bar, and the bartender is allowed to enforce them on whoever breaks them regardless of status. The First Rule: There is no fighting in the bar, anyone who fights in the bar will be removed for as long as the bartender deems necessary. The Second Rule: Any broken furniture will be replaced by those who broke it, and they shall be banned from the bar for as long as the bartender deems necessary. The Third Rule: If the bartender decides you should be banned from the bar, you shall be banned from the bar for as long as the bartender deems necessary.

Nobody knows if anyone has ever actually broken a rule in the bar. However, every few years a rumor circulates about young recruits who attempted to defy the bartender and disappeared for several days only to show up in the Fourth Division whimpering for mercy.

"So Kuchiki, I heard your little sister is finally joining the Gotei 13. How does it feel big bro?"

Byakuya Kuchiki glared at the bartender and set down his sake. "I did not come here to let you mock me bartender." His voice was cold and threatening, but the bartender just smiled merrily back at him. Kuchiki's power stopped at the door and he knew that. The bartender could never resist a chance to knock some of the nobles down a peg or two when they sat at his bar. In his opinion, it was his job in the Gotei 13, making sure that nobody's ego got too big. Of course, everyone else knew that he just enjoyed being the man who could put people like Byakuya in their place every once in a while.

The bartender chuckled and resumed wiping the remaining water off of a beer mug. Holding up he saw his lavender eyes reflected in the glass and nodded in approval. As he set it aside he grabbed another bottle of sake and placed in in front of Byakuya.

"How do you always know when to serve another bottle, Nisshoku?"

"It's easy when there's only one person here. Plus you drink really quickly when you're upset about something."

"What makes you think I'm upset, bartender?"

"You can't lie to me pretty boy. You've been worried about your sister joining the 13 since you strong armed that family of yours to adopt her. I can't wait to see your tab when she actually leaves Seireitei for an assignment."

"I suggest you keep your theories to yourself, barkeep." Byakuya's looked into the barkeeps eyes and set his money on the bar. "I would not wish to hear such falsehoods again."

"Hollow words Kuchiki, hollow words."