Some people, as they say, have got the touch.
In some professions, the touch is left dubiously ambiguous. In fewer, the reason is not because its definition cannot be summed up in one easy sentence. When it comes to this profession, elaboration is rarely required.
A few select individuals, those with the highest natural ability, the touch, are trained and partnered for combat; intense, blindingly split second, life and death intergalactic battle. It takes skill to survive and more to do so with enough of one's body left to fight again.
Perversion says that ninety five percent of those with this talent are barely-legal females with slender bodies and frankly inappropriate costumes. Humorously enough, the same perversion says that the other five percent is me.
The touch? Merging with giant alien robots. The profession?
Kiss Players.
Note: The concept for this story is loosely based on the Kiss Players from the Transformers continuity of the same name, however it has no correlation to the original Kiss Players universe. It's set in the Transformers: Animated universe, with all Kingdom Hearts characters (more or less) normal humans. The entire thing is 90% crack and the other 10% is just plain silly, so please don't take it seriously under any circumstances. If you've got any problems with giant robots, nudity, people kissing robots and various other forms of idiocy, please don't read. There may be pairings in future episodes, but nothing is decided for certain. The events of the story happen after Season Three of Transformers: Animated, although I'll try to refrain from revealing as many spoilers as I can. If anybody's unfamiliar with the TF:A universe, all the episodes can be found on YouTube. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy the ride!