This is my attempt at a Full Metal Alchemist story. I decided to make the main pairing Scar/Lust since there are so few of those storys at the site. Sure, they only had a quick exchange and it was only in the anime but I still think that it was really cool, so to honor them, I've begun Woman in the Black Dress...again. I hope I can really move foward on it this time. The reviews help, so please R&R if you want me motivated! And of course enjoy!

Woman in the Black Dress

Chapter 1: Eye Contact

There she was again. Her dark hair always wisped like that in the wind. When she walked through the door, to the club, the entire atmosphere would change. If something was bright than it would get brighter. If something was dark then it would get darker. Everything that you saw moved to the extreme.

At least it always felt that way to him. And yet somehow, whenever he was around her, his whole body started to hurt. He hurt in a way that he truly could never describe.

When she moved it was so graceful that it was like she floated. Taking a seat at the bar she crossed her legs and ordered a dry martini. The bartender gave her a nod and fixed the drink. He handed it to her and then moved down the bar to where he was sitting.

"Scar!" he said only now noticing him. "I didn't see you come in."

Scar gave him an unenthusiastic nod. Hughes was a pretty likable guy but he often came on a bit too strong. The man was always raving about something. Most of the time it was his seventeen year old daughter. Sure she was hot but Scar was more interested in the woman that sat before him, then he was in a girl who just had a crush.

"What'll it be?" Hughes asked.

"A beer," he answered curtly.

"No shots tonight, eh? Let's keep it that way," He took a Heineken out from under the counter. "I've got my money on you for the fight so I don't want you stumbling around."

Scar took a sip from the bottle. "I've fought drunk before and won."

Hughes laughed. "Yeah I can't argue with that."

Scar didn't even here his comment. He was completely focused on the black haired woman. Her face was heart shaped and pale. The beauty in her was so evident but at the same time it seemed like she couldn't be trusted. Her lips were darkened by purple lipstick. Scar momentarily wondered how they would taste against his. Her face was half shrouded in mystery, hidden by her silky hair. She was wearing a long black dress, the skirt of which was slit up to her thigh, allowing just a taste of her rare and forbidden beauty.

She took a cigarette to those perfect lips of hers. About half the men at the bar stuffed their hands in their pockets reaching for a light.

She simply rolled her eyes at them. Obviously she got that all the time. She stuck out the cigarette and the four flames simultaneously met the end of it. She took a moment to allow one of them a quick wink.

The receiver smiled thinking he had a shot, but it was clear that she was just playing with him. Clear to Scar anyway. He raised his beer to take a gulp from it. When he lowered it, a pair of deep dark eyes met his. He nearly gasped, her eye contact nearly knocking him off of his stool at the same time.

Of course no one had noticed. It had been the very slightest of movements. Just a small slip but it troubled Scar nonetheless. This woman was NOT to be trusted, and yet he found himself staring back into her pools of black.

She gave him a smile. It felt like knives stabbing into his chest, but it was accompanied by a soothing rush of pleasure, into the same spot. It took all his might to keep from returning it. I was odd. He never smiled.

"Scar,"

He broke the contact and met the face of Armstrong, the bouncer of the club and one of the toughest fighters. Scar had been able to take him before but he had left with more than minor injuries. "What," he dryly replied.

"You're up. Get in the cage."

Scar got to his feet and took one more gulp of his beer before heading to the large steel cell in the center of the club. He made sure to avoid the woman's gaze. No more thinking about girls. It was time to get his game face on.

He made his way past the many tables seated by the many groups that the darker parts of Central City were a home to. There were gang members, bums, and stupid kids trying to make a name for themselves. They had no idea what they were getting into. Some would even be dead before the night was over. But that was none of his concern.

Scar removed his jacket, and then his shirt, leaving only a black wife beater and his jeans on. He topped the pile of clothes with his sunglasses. He got inside of the cage and cracked his knuckles waiting for the poor fool that had demanded the best fighter possible.

Scar held some sympathy for him, but just because you grow up strong doesn't mean you can take on anybody. That was a way too common misconception.

The kid got in the ring and rose up his hands in triumph. He was built like a bull. His boyish face showed that he was somewhere in his mid twenties but his body said differently. How he had built on so much muscle at such a young age was only explained by one source. Steroids.

Scar scoffed at this. It would easily be a case of too much confidence in the product.

The kid approached him. "Come on! I'll ring your filthy neck."

Scar stared at him. He'd be making a lot of money tonight. Some people would have faith in this rookie. Way too much faith.

The kid lunged at him, letting out a battle cry. Scar saw his opening immediately. The mass of muscles' arms were straight out determined to keep the promise to strangle him.

Scar caught his left one and twisted it behind him. He howled in pain, but that was just the appetizer. Scar straightened out the arm and forced his palm down on the back of the elbow, snapping his arm in two.

His victim squealed like a pig, blood seeping from his wound. He fell to his knees, and Scar casually walked around to his front for the final blow. He finished him off with a right hook to the jaw. Scar heard one more satisfying crack as the poor little fool fell unconscious and landed on the floor of the ring.

Ignoring the mixture boos from the losers and cheers from the ever so richer, he stepped out of the cage, grabbed his clothes and headed back towards the bar.

He was met by a hearty laugh from Hughes. Scar cringed at the sound of it. "I knew you'd kick some ass! I feel damn sorry for the kid but what was he even thinking getting in the ring with Scar?"

The dark skinned man picked up the beer that he had left and took another swig. "Hughes," he said once again eying the woman from before. "Who's the girl in the black dress?"

Hughes glanced over and immediately grinned. "Lookin' to score tonight, eh?"

Scar sighed at Hughes stupidity. "Just answer the question."

"Heh! Alright, alright. To tell you the truth I don't know much about her. She shows up every now and then for a martini. Sometimes she puts up a bet but that's about it."

Scar watched her blow off another of the hopefuls that approached her. It was odd the way she did it. It wasn't like she told them to just piss off. She would use her charm to make them feel like they were doing good. Use her seductive comments to bring them all the way up to the top of the ledge where her sparkling womanhood lied waiting. And then she would say something quick and subtle and ever so slightly change her facial expression.

It was like there hand was reaching up to that snowy ledge and she would take blow dryer to melt the ice, not violently but with all the precision needed to make him slip back down.

"What's her name," he asked.

"Don't know. You gonna go find out?"

Scar let out a rare chuckle and stood up, he began to walk towards the stool were she so elegantly sat, but was stopped by someone's arm. Scar glanced up at the blonde man who was keeping him from moving.

"Hold on big guy."

"What do you want Havoc," Scar said, his anger rising. He didn't like people touching him unless they were women.

"Hey relax!" Havoc said. "I'm just giving you you're prize money. The boss says you did a good job. He wants you to have this complementary two hundred more."

Scar snatched the money and counted it. He pulled out the extra and let it fall to the floor. "Tell Mustang I don't want his charity." He bumped past him without a second glance.

"Hey let's not resort to insults! The boss is just trying to keep you in his best interest!" Havoc called after him.

Scar responded with the finger. Mustang was always pulling this kind of thing, but Scar wasn't doing any dirty jobs for him. He earned enough from his fights, which were already illegal enough. He wasn't getting mixed up with Mustang's crew.

Suddenly Scar's train of thought changed back and he stopped dead. The seat that the majestic beauty had occupied was now vacant. He cursed to himself and searched the bar but she was no where to be found. She had slipped out just like that. He slammed a fist down onto the bar.

Who in the hell was she? Scar made certain that he would find out.

Well, there you have it. Please review the story and I'll probably continue it.