A/N: Holy crap, I feel so giddy! Have you ever just gone on a random hunt and found a ton of stuff that you weren't expecting to find much of, and then discovered a whole truckload of it, and then you couldn't stop feeling so freaking hyper no matter how tired you were? Eeee, I feel that way right now! I'm really quite surprised that inspiration hasn't hit me yet, but I have a bunch of drabbles stored up to share, so I'll keep going strong! He he...

So this piece is something I have been dying to do ever since I got hooked on the pairing, and I love how this turned out! It's very much Lust being the bad girl that she is at the beginning, but as it progresses we get sappier and sappier until finally - plop. lol It's also longer than the previous pieces, too, so enjoy!

...You guys can tell I've been at LJ cantcha? lol "Drop the ramblings, Telle! Yeesh..."

Spoilers for Episode forty-two!

Remembrance

Scar turned away from her determined scowl, blocking out her face that was still haunting him, even after he had accepted the bitter truth. The woman he loved was dead, and this was just a twisted form meant to only trick him. He wouldn't be her victim.

Lust growled again and shot her nails out, trapping him with the razors from Hell as she spoke. "You're not getting away from me until you've completed your work the way it was supposed to be done."

He barely moved, not out of fear of being cut by her swords for nails, but to show his steadfast poise and control around her. "All you want is a wish to come true, but I can't give that to you. You will have to do it yourself."

As he walked away from her, she hissed and retracted the razors, barely grazing his cheek when memories resurfaced. Memories of a former life - of a nearly forgotten tragedy that was playing its final scene with the only remaining hero. She was no heroine, for her motives were blurred; blotched by this sinful instinct within her concious mind, and it was longing to take control as she watched him walk away. Such pride, yet guilt in his steps, but there was a certain hint of grace in his posture, and those urges within her body seized her and she flitted to be next to him again, a deceitful smirk on her face.

"I already told you that I'm not letting you get away." she purred, the scarred man turning to face her briefly before a sharp nail pierced him and pinned him to a stone wall. He was bleeding enough already, and she had the foolish state of mind to toy with his memories? Truly a despicable woman. "Ohh, does that hurt? Should I kiss it and make it better?"

He furrowed his brow furiously, growling menacingly at her to stop playing with him so. "Don't touch me!" he snarled, warning her to not get any closer to him.

Lust ignored his raging eyes and only grinned seductively, knowing she had him trapped without hope for escape, unless he wanted to tear the rest of his arm off, too. "It looks like you don't have much choice in the situation, Scarred Man. You're mine either way." She didn't give him a chance to fight back as she stole the kiss she had been wanting ever since she first saw him as a potential comrade, delighting in the dry and tasteless feeling his forced kiss provided. Lust could sense him reeling on the inside, denying his every emotion directed towards her, and this made her want him more. She wanted him to admit he still felt something for the woman she once was, if not for who she was now, or rather what she was.

The playful fingers of her free hand tangled themselves in his hair, grains of dry sand touching her gloved fingers, but she didn't mind. Anything that made him writhe and try to squirm away from her brought her pleasure. Pulling his lips away from hers forcibly, he let out a strangled cry as her nail ripped down from his shoulder and into the fresh wound still bleeding continuously.

Grinding his teeth, he glared at her in the most dangerous way, but she was undaunted by the cruel stare. "Stop toying with me." Scar seethed harshly, wishing he had at least one arm to push her away with. "The feelings I have are not for you and never will be!"

Lust merely smirked and let him march past her, but spoke again to halt his retreat. "So you do still have feelings for her then?" He didn't reply, his back facing her, as to taunt her now with the cruel reality of never having him the way she wanted. He didn't care what happened to her, just as long as she left him alone. Seeing that face was too much to bear, even now in his dying moments. "Did my face bring those feelings back?"

Scar took in a sharp, but hushed breath, brief images of the life he had before tragedy struck racing through his mind. Her face... it was that of an angel's, but this thing was no angel. "I never lost them. I never wanted to forget her face because I loved her as my brother did." he replied, having to force out the last words with bitter regret. Loving your brother's wife was just as much an abomination as alchemy was to his people, but he had long-since accepted it as the truth, and kept it to himself. Admitting it to a homunculus shouldn't have had any lasting effect, especially since he was about to die. "My brother knew how I felt when he died... He had seen it all along, even when I was just a child. He saw everything I tried to hide. He knew I loved her."

Her mauve eyes began to soften, her instincts having subsided since he spoke so solemnly, as if the memories he had were ones he would rather forget. She was the same - except that the thoughts in her head were not her own. They were hers. "Would it be any consolation to know that I return your feelings for her?" she said hopefully, her tone of voice so much more gentle now that she was trying to make amends. Like him, she could no longer deny what was drawing her to him. He held the memories she wanted to understand.

Another growl elicited from his throat as he turned around to face her, growing irritated with her fickle behavior, not to mention how much her simple presence bothered him. "No, it wouldn't. Besides, you homunculi don't have feelings, only urges that you act on, which explains why you've been following me so relentlessly."

Lust smirked, noticing the window for humor open just slightly. "Have you even considered the thought that I may be following you because I find you attractive, and not because of my apparent 'sinful nature'?"

Scar narrowed his eyes into sharp, blood red daggers and scowled angrily. "Your sinful nature is all you have to base your apparent feelings on. If you had even a small part of her within you besides her face, you would understand that the way you live is an unforgivable existence. She would never act so ridiculously."

"But I do have a small part of her in me. I have some of her memories."

"That's not enough! The woman I knew was a gentle and loving wife to my brother, and I envied him for what he had. But just because you have her memories that doesn't make you her!" Now beyond furious with her, he pivoted around and started to march off, wanting to complete his mission before he lost his opportunity. The boy's life was still in the balance, and he had the only key to keeping him alive.

She watched him retreat, eyes dimming with his harsh words, but she could still fight back. If having her memories weren't enough to convince him, then seeing her sad for letting him leave would emphasize her need for him. "You were just a boy back then... that day she married your brother."

Scar stopped instantly in his tracks, eyes widening by this startling recollection. This sin... she knew that? Did she really have her memories?

Having noticed that he had stopped, Lust continued sadly. "You wanted to tell her how you felt the day before, but you were too shy, so you ran off and slept by the river. She came by later and covered you with a blanket she had woven herself, whispering to you that dinner would be ready by sunset." Another pause tickled the moment, hazy images clearing as he waited patiently for her to conclude. Lust saw that his stance had relaxed considerably, meaning that he was taking all of this in - every last word. "...You arrived on time for the evening meal and even said the prayer that night. You asked for... her happiness. You asked for your brother's happiness... You wanted your own happiness."

His face, once contorted by the miserable and painful memories, was now in a state of perplexed awe. She had remembered one of his most fond memories of the woman he loved, and it was perfect to the final detail. Perhaps if she became human he would accept her, but the only way that could happen was if the Stone was used to bring back her real flesh and bone body, and in order to do that, he had to die. He wouldn't even live long enough to see her face again - her true face.

Turning steadily and walking back to her, eyes cast down to the ground to avoid meeting her gaze, he spoke softly. "And they were happy. I had never seen them happier, and I was glad for them. God was merciful upon me that day... that night that I prayed for him to bless my new family. He gave me all that I asked for."

Lust finally found his eyes and stared at him meaningfully, swearing she saw a glimmer pass over the ruby gems. "Does he still listen to you?"

Scar nodded in reply, now barely a few feet in front of her. All he wanted now was one more good look at her face - to remember her. "Yes, and I'll pray that he will give you what you want." He paused and watched her face tense with faint anxiety, secretly fearing the words he could spit at her at any moment. But he knew not to discriminate her anymore, for he saw more than just a soulless doll. He saw the woman he loved as a boy... the woman he still loved, even now.

"...I hope you become a human."

A/N: Are you in heaven? I'm in heaven. Hey, that must mean I'm an angel! Cool! Leave a review if you liked! Leave if you hate SxL. Cheerio!

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