Lost Somewhere or Something like That

It was another day in the Soul Society... Which one man didn't know that the Afterlife had days and nights. It seemed like a dream long ago, first dying then being recruited to some organization of sorts called the Ghetto 13... No, wait- it's the Gotei 13. With a sigh, he flipped the map around in hopes of finding this new place he was supposed to stay at. Why hadn't he gone off on random missions? Why hadn't this new Shinigami begun his job? Primarily because finding this new home was a priority, he felt like a jackass but regardless it was more a necessity to get to know these streets, districts, and whatever else. And like a chump, he was lost.

Amon Breach was a recently graduated Shinigami, or, he was supposed to be. He didn't know where to go afterward and spent time simply practicing what he knew. Later on, Amon decided to look for some place he was going to stay at but as all things went for the guy, he was lost. Really, really lost. Even with a map and asking for directions Amon knew well he completely screwed it. Even being in the Afterlife or whatever he couldn't find the building. And he kind of felt like he didn't fit in around the place.

After walking for some time he finally looked around only to find that Mr. Breach was walking in circles. He curses in his head and grew frustrated, for the third time finding himself in front of a decorated place of sorts. With a sigh, Amon continued on until finding a vacant bench and sat on it. This had have took hours, he thought, with how big this entire place was to boot he felt he'd never find his destination. Folding up the map and leaning back, Amon sighed exasperated and began to reminisce on his past. So many memories were gone, ones he really felt like he should have known. The happiest, saddest, and most traumatic stayed but only in buts and pieces, not how he died in the first place nor a good chunk of growing up. Maybe he wasn't supposed to remember a lot?

Amon opened the map back up and began to rummage through street after street, seeing where he was supposed to go but had no idea as to how to get there let alone which district he was on. It sucked, to him at least, and here he thought heaven (which he found out this wasn't heaven) was supposed to be so... So easy. It felt more like a second life, as of the guy had been brought back from the dead in a place he was still unfamiliar with. He only stick around that academy and that was it, nevermind the fact that he was always sneaking around and finding hiding spots to sleep in because he couldn't find said home. It sucked.

So, Amon sat there trying to figure out where exactly he was. Surely he would find the destination but it seemed improbable at this point. Not impossible. Eventually he'll get to it but for right now trying to puzzle together where he had been versus where he was was important. Even with asking around, he still couldn't comprehend the size of the place.

It didn't take long to figure out the map had been upside down... That's embarrassing. Not only that but the fact Amon had the map like that for days made a lot of sense, maybe no sense as to why he didn't think to do this made none, but regardless it was progress. After looking at distinct streets on paper and drawn buildings he figured out that... He was still further than shit from his destination. Amon was too proud to ask for help, even with this the correct way up it was still an hour trek and already he got lost on paper again. It was hell honestly.

Amon heard a soft voice from his side and out of instinct looked that way upward before settling down upon a lithe form. Blue eyes looked up at the guy with question, more a worry toward him than anything as he stared into those eyes for a moment. Literal blue eyes?! That was fucking awesome! Amons' train of thought came back and caught himself, and not wanting to create an awkward situation he immediately replied, "I- Uh- Yes! I've been kinda... Wondering around here for a bit and can't seem to find um... A place in supposed to stay at."

Best not say anything about having the map upsidedown, even if this woman seen him flip it, it was clear Amon wasn't going to say anything. It'd be nice to get some directions around this maze of a place, however his attention was fully now on whoever this was. Amon almost forgot his manners before offering a hand, "Amon. And as you can see I'm new in these parts."

Amon took the woman's hand into his own after she slid it off his shoulder. As they clasped on could feel how soft her hands were but there was a certain firmness about them, not the typical regular Joe type but clearly she has done some manual labor. His own hand was extremely hard, almost stone like clearly from the years of hunting and work he's done when alive. Hell, none of the scars on Amons' body were vanished so he wasn't too surprised that everything stayed the same. He let go of Saikos hand then raised the map slightly, certain it was right side up this time before looking it over again.

A plethora of thoughts ran through Amons mind as this was well out of his own comfort zone. Normally Amon preferred being alone and would only make small talk, he didn't go out of his way to bother anyone, and there were not anybody in particular who needed a good ol' fashion Texas asswhoopin.' It had been a nice... realm? Realm... No, a world would be a better name for it. It had certainly been a pleasant world thus far and people haven't been too judgemental with looks and tones, so no problems had arose regarding Amons foot up someone's ass.

Besides that he didn't trust anyone and didn't want to get to know them either, however that needed to just just slightly as it could affect his duties. Best best team player, but no friends, at least for now. That wouldn't stop Amon from being civil or nice at all though social interactions were never his strong suit, but seeing as he had no choice this situation was most likely perfect for practice. With Saiko making her statement about helping comrades it made things less tense for the man.

'God a shower sounds nice,' Thought Amon, 'And some whiskey too. I'd need to be careful, I don't know what a lot of these people are about.'

The man lowered the map so Saiko could see as he finally shook the random thoughts away, no need for them to clutter up his focus right now. Amon began, not wasting any time, "Well Ms. Mori it's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. Now, we're right here," Amon points to the street where there were shops of sorts along the road, "I have to get here," He points his way up the map to a long walk that lead to the house he's supposed to stay at, "This is where my new abode is, apparently. My issue is I'm not at all familiar with the streets whatsoever, if you can help me I would be thankful."

Of course he was to the point, Amon couldn't love nor hate the fact he kept things simple. Here he was, some nobody asking probably a badass to be his guide, he didn't have money perse and he doubt this new place had any liquor. Did Heaven have whiskey? Though he's never seen it, everyone here acted like they were still living... Somewhat at least, in the sense they weren't floating bodies of light or something like that. And it helped reinforce his belief in life after death, but being here was almost just like when he was living.

There wasn't a day and age where Amon didn't liked being touched in a soft manner, let alone hold hands or even hug. For most men his age they would be blushing out the ass and having an orgasm of actually touching a woman. For him, he lightly blushed when Saiko Mori got much more closer than need be to Amon and asked if she'd like to take him to this supposed place in a quick manner. Amon of course hesitated, completely pausing all thoughts on the fact she offered to carry him or whatever that meant.

If Saiko had that strength, Amon shuddered to think how hard of a hit she could deliver. For all he knew she could easily slap his head clean off of she chose to. However that gave him the idea of how much he could achieve through hard work. Hard work that Amon hadn't done quite yet however he's been practicing with his broad sword, or as it's called a, "Asauchi," To better get used to the weapon and begin to formulate a technique... Whatever he could make at least. He wasn't fancy in the least, and as long as the enemy goes down he was always fine with a simple hack and slash. The intricate moves and to be greatly dexterous would certainly take time, and again, he was only starting out.

Amon only nodded to Saiko who, again, was a little closer than he was more comfortable with. Was she going to carry him?

"... As long as you're not gonna carry me like Superman does Lois, I should be good." Amon quipped a bit quietly but just enough for Saiko to hear him, completely forgetting that she still held his hand.

And damn those eyes, Amon couldn't necessarily look away at how different they were compared to a regular persons, bit somehow he felt that he couldn't say no at all! In any other situation though, he felt he should be the one doing this... Whatever it was! It didn't so much as hurt his pride but it certainly bothered him internally but kept his trap shut. Shit, he was a man, he should be taking a woman places, but Ms. Mori did offer help and he reluctantly took it not certain as to how they'd get to his new place in a, "Flash!" But, a first time for everything, right?

It wasn't necessarily what he thought at first that made it weird for him, it was the fact that this girl finally said she was goi g to carry Amon that officially made it weird. Saiko didn't need to say it was embarrassing either as Amon didn't realize the situation fully until she went from being close to being proper, either way, he would have most likely squirmed out of her arms or backed away from it entirely. He noticed the blue blush across her cheeks though and it brought up a great many questions, could he blush blue? Is she a Shinigami or something else? Was she wearing colored contacts?

Amon without skipping a beat followed closely to Saiko, he brushed off those questions swelling up his head. They wouldn't make things any better, instead they would most likely add to the embarrassment and turn it into awkwardness. The new Shinigami didn't speak for a good minute, trying to figure out exactly what the pair could talk about, and it would help him get used to that thing called socializing. It had been most likely eight-plus years since he's actually had a friend, most people he didn't bother with or cared very little for and whatever he valued them as it was only as an acquaintance. With the amount of women who flirted with the guy he either ignored or was oblivious to it.

Inhaling that good thing called oxygen, Amon began to speak, "You must know your way around here pretty well," It was quite fucking obvious, the retard continued, "How long have you been here for?"

Like any other moron Amon was probably speaking to some Empress or maybe even a Captain of whatever. Saiko was most likely a popular face around here, known for her kindness and ferocity, Amon thought. Or, like him, she was relatively new and just had freak strength in which he highly doubted. Probably a girlfriend to a badass hero who lives in these parts, or maybe a soul for hire to take care of the baddies. She clearly knew where they were going, however they probably could have been to this location quicker had Amon not been an idiot and allow the woman to manhandle him. Better to be an idiot than someone's bitch, he supposed.