A/N: Yay! I'm glad this is getting attention, despite so much hate surrounding this couple. I really do appreciate all of you who have taken the time to review and compliment SxL, as it deserves much love. To those who only hate the pair and want it to die, I have two words for you: Screw you. I don't appreciate flames, nor do I find them to be horribly discouraging. It only makes me want to write more, so all your pathetic attempts at getting me to stop are in vain, SxL haters.

A little background on this piece: It's my favorite to date, because it's not only cute, but it's got some humor in it, and it's serious, as well. Like the title implies, it tackles the issue of Scar and Lust technically having no names, at least names that they like. I do choose a name for Lust in this, but I'll tell you why: It's to commemorate my late friend who's already gone to Heaven, so it's not a fangirl thing, I swear. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this piece! Thanks for your time!

Dedication: To those who support SxL, but have not yet been inspired to write it. I hope this encourages you, dear authors!

Nameless

The silence had been going on for some time now, and it was driving her mad. Couldn't he make at least one compliment? Even an insult would suffice, because this silence was bringing her to her wits' end. Quiet was good every now and then, but not constantly! She was beginning to think following him was a mistake, one that would make her die not of a flesh wound, but of boredom. Yet something drove her on, and she knew she had to stay at his side if she wanted answers...

Ha! Answers he wouldn't give her, of course because he was too quiet. No wonder he was a loner. It's interesting how he always allowed small children to tag along beside him and ramble for what seemed like hours, when he, himself had nothing better to say than absolutely nothing.

Of course, she understood why he was so silent. Living the life that he did, taking lives when needed, and sometimes when they weren't. He had a heavy burden to carry, one that she couldn't even handle, despite her perfect physical body that would never tire nor weaken. Sometimes she would just stare at him, as if her eyes were asking the questions, and time after time, she would become fascinated by that scar he bore so defiantly. It was his mark that made him famous... the mark that made him feared... and the mark for which he was named.

Wait a second... the mark for which he was named? Surely he had a much better name to be called by, and so this brought along an excellent chance for decent, not to mention interesting conversation. "Have you ever realized that we don't have names?" she asked, slight hinted humor in her tone.

He looked at her strangely, wondering where she had come up with such an odd topic to discuss, especially in the situation they were in. He was bleeding to death and she had the audacity to be funny? Strange woman, indeed... "I took note of it a long time ago, and haven't thought about it since." he replied grimly.

"It's odd that we don't, isn't it?" she spoke again, her tone growing lighter, and his brow heavier. Where was she going with this? "I forgot my original name, so maybe you can tell me. I'd like to know, because you are most likely the only one alive that knows it."

"Your name, along with my own has been forgotten on purpose. You are a Sin and I am the Sinner." he spoke, almost in a defiant manner. This wasn't a time to be nice, much less amusing. The foolish woman must have found humor in his suffering, thus initiating the akward conversation, and bringing a rare smile to her face.

"So our names are Sin and Sinner? Oh come on, you can do better than that." she teased, her seductive voice starting to return just slightly.

"What?" he hissed, angered that she had said such a thing. Impudent woman!

"I may be a created being, but I deserve a name better than 'Sin'. Be creative, Scarred man..."

Now she was starting to annoy him, her company at first a miserable thing to bear, then it blossomed into appreciation, but now he was aggravated... again. He didn't have time for silly things like this. He had a task at hand to complete, and she was standing there, teasing him about being without a name, at least a name that he was proud of. But he had to wonder why... why now had she decided to ask such a thing of him?

"Why?"

"Why should you be creative?" she repeated, her smirk still in place.

"No. Why do you want her name so badly? If you were truly her, you would know it already in your heart... but you don't have that, do you?" His tone was dark, trying to break the light air with its seething sound, but it did not break her smile. "Why are you smiling like that?"

She laughed softly and pushed some of her hair out of her face... that perfect, flawless face. "I want a name, not necessarily hers."

"I am about to die! I don't have time to pick out a name for you!" he yelled angrily, so bitter and vile, but he didn't care. He just wanted her to leave him alone.

"Precisely." she said gently, unphased by his loud tone of voice. She wasn't afraid of him, not even when he possessed that locket from her past. She didn't fear him... it was the other way around. "I want a name, so that when you die, you'll remember me. Is that too much to ask for?"

His hardened, menacing look softened. She wanted to be remembered? It was such a simple, yet bold request to ask of him, and he understood its implications. Perhaps she was more like the woman he loved than he first suspected, having gained memories of not only her past life, but of what she felt. Maybe that was why she stayed with him, to recall more of those memories and to embrace them fully. Had she remembered the time he brought her flowers on her birthday, even though he claimed they were a gift from his elder brother? That memory nearly made him smile, having been reminded of her gleeful expression upon receiving her special present, as flowers were rare in their part of the country.

"Now you're smiling..." she interrupted with another quiet chuckle.

He promptly glared at her for disturbing his pleasant thoughts, but he did remember that she liked to tease him when he was growing up. Harmless teasing, of course, words that were meant to make him laugh, rather than cry. If she could tease him then, then there was definately a part of her in this Sin he had fallen in love with all over again. "I'm not smiling."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not!"

The silence fell for just a few seconds this time, barely enough time for either one to gather their thoughts and go about this "disagreement" the logical way. He was the first to speak, and the words he spoke were the sweetest she would ever hear. "Only Lara would tease me like that... so there's more of her in you than you know."

Her smile widened in gratitude and she nodded thankfully. "That's all I wanted to hear. Now all I need to do is drive your name out of you..."

He glared again, not liking that seductive purr in her voice. "Didn't I just point out that I'm about to die?"

She chuckled politely and ran her long nails through his hair, loving the feeling it provided. "Then we'll just have to keep you alive until I get your name, won't we?"

A/N: I just love how much she teases him in this! It's so cute and fluffy all at the same time! Anywho, if you liked this, leave a review. If you didn't, tell me politely. Flamers will be ignored and laughed at.

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