Hey guys! Back for more HavocLust! XD I'm sorry, they're just so...addicting! And look at all the angst! The beautiful, wonderful angst!

Dustwind: I'm not entirely sure I pulled off writing Mei Chan properly, lol-sheepish shrug- but it was just too cute a plot bunny to pass up XD I don't think anyone would be able to resist Mei's cuteness, ha! Personally, I'm probably more of an EdWin fan at the moment...they've just been so adorable in the manga recently : D Lol, lagging between updates is all good and fine, but then I go and and say something like, "I'll try to post every day" and then when I don't I feel guilty XD The fact that I'm updating my other drabble collection moremakes it almost feel like...I dunno, almost like I'm cheating on them, LOL. It's bizarre. The RoyEnvy fic I read was so disturbing...but it was absolutely hilarious! It was by 'Velvet mace' and she turned it into a "love nonagon" which was just too funny ; P You don't see anything in Envy? O.o Are you kidding? LOL! For one thing, he's the only guy in FMA that can pull off wearing midriff and a miniskirt, rofl! ...I don't really know what else to say XD I just love his annoyingly obnoxious,bad-ass attitude and his voice actor being a freaking genius helps, heh. Besides, he calls Ed "hagane no chibi-san" XD That's all the reason I need, lol.

Sweet Deception

Angst and spoilers for Chapter 34 (just in the fact that it's about the Havoc/Lust relationship).

I think I took the mind-set of the animated Lust and crammed her into the scenario the manga Lust was in...lol.

...did I mention angst?

To humans, it may have seemed to be love – taking on an illusory glitter and magic that's pseudo-presence was an incessant, disgustingly real reminder to her of just how artificial it was.

They walked down a deserted street in the moonlight, holding hands and leaning into each other ever so slightly. An old couple they passed smiled indulgently at them and twittered on and on about 'young love.' A slight blush graced his features.

To her it was only another reminder.

For humans, there may have been love between them. That wonderful, euphoric, trust and need between two people, an almost palpable emotion. Maybe they saw love in his eyes on her, or her arm in his.

All she saw was deceit. And lies.

Because for her, that incorporeal, surreal love that emanated from him – from all the random people that passed within her peripheral vision – was only an ugly reminder of what she couldn't feel.

She couldn't love.

Only humans, humans with their beating hearts and treacherous minds, could love.

And she was not human.

She was sinful and inhuman and consumed by her insatiable lust.

When she looked at him, it was only his love for her reflecting back at him and the rest of his world.

Because she couldn't feel that warmth.

That was why she needed the Philosopher's Stone. Why all of the Homunculi needed and desired it above all else. They envied humans, watched the pathetic beings greedily, hungered for them…lusted after them.

If she could become human…

Maybe, just maybe, if she could become human, this all become more than just a dream. More than a wistful fragmented vision from a life she no longer remembered.

More than a deception.

But even as some part of her desired to be human, desperately needed to feel that warmth, her very being – at its darkest and most unseen depths – rejected the idea. Humans were weak, pawns and puppets, worthless.

And it was such a sweet deception.

In the end, he was the only one who made her think like this, regret her hollow, empty existence.

And in the end, she would be the one to dispose of him, the one to watch as his life bled out from within him, savoring the blood as it fled his body through the gashes she had vindictively carved into him.

In this orchestrated symphony of lies and falsities, she would be the one to strangle him with his own ever-present love.

…and the deceit would drip off her lance-like nails, falling to the floor, meaningless, worthless in its own useless existence.

There was a wonderful, masochistic, twisted irony in that.

--Owari--

--Fin--