Fanon Canon: Rampant Rangers

So the time had come after all. He'd been waiting for this day for what felt like forever. Truth be told, Kazuya had never been to the human world, but he didn't consider it problematic, it couldn't really be that different from Soul Society could it? He was standing in the middle of Yōkōgoten, the first of the northern Rukongai districts, in front of a pair of massive red gates leading into the large edo-style castle which had given the district it's name. The Red Court was so known due to the immense castle that took up most of it's space, and the perfectly aligned houses that surrounded it, all of it belonged to one man, Shigenaga Arma. After the fall of Yamamoto, and the chaos after the war, the wealthy merchant had made the district his own empire, few knew anything about what occurred in the Red Court - and busy with it's own matters, the Gotei 13 had largely been unable to put a stop to the activities, Kazuya wasn't the only worried about Shigenaga, far from it, or for that matter, the actions of his rivals. For Shigenaga was a part of the Four Heavenly Kings, four individuals of exceptional political power, wealth and influence that had all but divided the Rukongai in four pieces between them, as they fought over the left overs.

A gentle breeze played across his face, and ruffled his disheveled hair. He'd chosen to wear nothing more than the ordinary Shihakushō for this mission, he wouldn't give their opponent advance warning of his capabilities as a Captain, so his white haori had been left behind. He'd likewise removed the Kenseikan from his hair, it was difficult for him not to wear them, they meant so much to his clan, but his duty as a Captain had to come first, Byakuya would surely understand. With his standard Shinigami garments and unruly black hair, Kazuya hoped that he wouldn't be recognized by their enemy, even if they'd done research on him. If they believed him a simple seated officer, he'd likely be able to take them out in one fell swoop by relying on the advantage of surprise.

Kazuya turned around as the massive gates behind him opened fully to reveal three figures walking towards him, he knew that one of them was Shigenaga himself, but the other two seemed to be simple maids, set to escort their master and remain at his side. He'd really have preferred not to involve him, but he was a friend of Kurama, and according to his former mentor, he was invested in the human world as well, and had access to intelligence which most others would be unable to produce. Shigenaga was going to provide lodging, food and a contact - he had also agreed to monitor the area and have his contacts gather intelligence in the meantime, all this would've been amazing if it weren't for one thing that constantly grated on Kazuya's mind: Shigenaga had yet to name his price.

He'd never before met Shigenaga in person, he was dressed in fine clothing, crimson silk adorned with golden thread. Upon his fingers gleamed three bands of woven gold, inlaid with various jewels. He fought back a frown, what a garish misuse of wealth, the nobleman in him sneered. The Heavenly King appeared friendly enough, his face was warm and welcoming, his lips curved into what seemed like a genuine smile. He appeared so affable that most people would've neglected to look at the whole picture, but Kazuya focused intently on his eyes. Shigenaga's hazel eyes were warm in color, but they appeared wholly detached from the rest of his expression, they were cold and calculating, appraising him silently, judging his worth and mettle.

He has the same eyes as Kurama.

They exchanged formal greetings, Shigenaga bowed to show his respect to Kazuya's superior bearing and rank, and the Captain accepted the gesture politely. The small ritual was completed in the proper manner, he'd grown used to things like this. He knew that Shigenaga likely wished to converse more, he was a Kuchiki after all, and a worthy contact for him to have - he avoided any further conversation by greeting his maids, each of whom seemed to carry around several gift baskets, very peculiar. However, when they looked up to greet him in turn, he felt his breath catch in his throat, there, in front of him, stood the two most beautiful women he'd ever seen in his life, their radiance was overwhelming, their lips lush and perfect, their hair long and wavy, and their forms exquisite. A blush crept across his face and he reflexively stepped away from them, trying to calm his beating heart.

Fighting to regain his composure, he turned around towards the Seireitei, hoping that his subordinates would arrive soon. A dark chuckle behind him made him wary of Shigenaga's presence.

"You needn't worry yourself, Kuchiki-dono. These flowers are not of this world"