Ficlet - Untouchable
Drabbles deserve to be public entries, because it is unlikely that I'll post them at fanfiction.net until I get a decent collection written.

For the prompt sultry. Series is Bleach as always.

Title: Untouchable
Rating: G
Genre: Angst/Drama
Characters: Izuru, Momo, and ambiguous mentions of Sousuke and Gin.
Summary: Izuru swore he wouldn't taint Momo. But he did.
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo owns Bleach.

If there was one thing Izuru was incapable of comprehending, it was affection. The case of infatuation plagued his body with impulsive reactions and obsessive thoughts, of which the latter proved to be utterly despicable. Momo was not someone to lay even a finger on.

Try as he might, he could never convince himself to touch Momo. She was the epitome of innocence, whereas he was the bearer of shame; his touch would taint her. But he longed to finger that childish smile, to grasp her petite hands into his own, to carve into his memory the feel of her skin.

Momo would not approve of it. Her naiveté robbed her of understanding what infatuation was, yet she was likely to pull away without even realizing she was rejecting the contact. The movement would be casual and unknowing, showing her obliviousness to the entirety of the situation. Izuru would never touch her for fear of being hurt.

He had always been selfish to a degree, and that was why he dared not go near the woman. He would not be able to live up to the pain. Unsurprisingly, that had been taken advantage of, as with all his other weaknesses.

In the end, Izuru was left to discover how blind he had been to aid that deceitful man just for her safety. She had been the one left with the most fatal casualties, in both mind and body.

That had been the first time he had touched her. Her captain had done the handiwork for him. It was because he had followed orders that she had been carried back with a gaping wound. As such, Izuru was to blame.

His first contact had been a weapon. And that hurt more than her tendency to break away from a genuine touch.

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Me =/= happy stories. WAI. *cries*