Touch
Genjyo Sanzo
Out of all of them, he denies it the most; denies the fact that humans need to touch one another.
He validates his existence not by the feel of another person beneath his hands, but with the cold steel and the resonating bang from the gun. He says he doesn't need to be close enough to anyone, and kills all those who dare approach him.
He is, after all, the untouchable peacock. He stands alone with his head held high, fluffing out his feathers for the entire world to see. Many want to touch him, feel his ivory skin beneath their fingers. Some spend hours wondering how his hair would feel. Would it be soft? Others wonder how he would feel in bed, plunging deep inside him, tainting that perfect pale skin. None will ever know, though, for he hates the mere idea of touch. There are only few that are even allowed to touch him, and even they are met with the barrel of a gun often enough to deter them from it.
He stands alone, walks alone, lives alone. Once, he had the simple, parental touch. It was all he had; he wanted more, but was happy and content with what he had. Then, it too was ripped away from him. Years afterwards he spent running from a touch that was nothing like he had experienced; dark, with malicious intent. Pinned down under the light of the stars, unable to fight away the grip of his attackers as he was stripped down...
That is why the gun is the only touch he is able to stand. It protects him, and he is able to stave off those dark touches that only wish to harm. It is the only one he lets close to him, and often he spends hours cleaning it, lost in thought. His hands move automatically, knowing the small weapon better than he knows himself.
However, he craves the touch of others. When those who he deems worthy enough to touch him do so, he tenses under the contact. However, his muscles relax and he lets them, just for a little while. Until it comes back to him that he is the peacock, strong and independent. He breaks away and strolls on ahead, outraged by the hand that had moments ago been grazing his arm.
Meanwhile he wants, and he craves.