Haha~! I got this done~! Woohoo! well, just continued on!
DISCLAIMER ; If I owned FMA, then i'd have Scar and Lust paired together, and then do a side-story on their life together!
Scar POV
'A man who inflicts suffering can not sleep, his guilty mind would not allow it. But now I can close my eyes to the living nightmare...brother'
I looked at the earth from the ground, as I was laying here, finishing the incomplete transmutation. Finishing the symbol of chaos and hate, one made of blood and humans. The pain in losing both my arms was light feather touches compared to this, the decomposing of my body. My flesh being ripped from my body, my bones deteriorating and my eyes burning so fast that it was too slow for my liking.
I closed my eyes,staring into the desert one last time, the soldiers of Amestris crying out in shock, fear and pain. I smiled bitterly before I closed my eyes and my body was lifted into the heavens...
I opened my eyes...and instead of a heavenly gate in front of me, like the scripts once explained to me when I was a child, there was a large malformed door in a world of white. Two doors to be exact. The large eye carved into the wood was outlined with lines, almost like rays of sun.
Was this supposed to be heaven? If so, then I must say that I am disappointed.
I stared at the disfigured beings carved into the sides of the doors, their hands extended almost as if they were seeking sanctuary instead of hell. I snorted. I would except hell with open arms, as I was a sinner.
Then, the large imposing doors opened, and I watched with horrified fascination as the faces of men, women and children looked back at me, eyes a purple as the jewel, Amethyst.
'So this is where she was born..'
I looked away from the rage-filled, hysteric, ecstatic, sad, agonized eyes that belonged into this portal when I remembered her face. Her old one, the untainted one, the innocent one.
Such a lovely face, heart shaped and sweet. Full, juicy lips with dark russet skin covering her entire body. With long, curly hair that was like dark chocolate – she was one of the few with dark hair in his old country. Her kind red eyes that shone with love and adoration and never-ending kindness. It was hard to believe that someone that warm, kind and loving was taken away so soon...and re-born into something unearthly.
The pain hit my chest, clenching my heart where I stood. Her sweet smile became twisted and cruel. Her loving red eyes became fiery, vivid and a glaring fuchsia. Her soft, warm russet skin became pale as moonbeam and cold as ice. Her hair that was shiny, and a lovely shade of brown was now liquid onyx that fell like heavy silks down her shoulders and cascaded down her back.
She was no longer a woman from Ishbal, the place of my home, but a woman born of sin and iniquity. Of sexual deviancy and uncontrollable sexual desire. She is a woman born of the devils play and God's, praise thy Ishbala, detestation.
'But none the less, she is beautiful'
I growled angrily and crushed the thought down, trying hard to squish the feeling of warmth pulsing through my veins. Trying hard to stop the slight skip in my heart whenever I thought of that...thing.
I closed my eyes, hissing when I felt small, but strong arms wrap around my body, pulling me forward. My first reaction was to recoil and fight, but I fought it, accepting my death. I opened my eyes and stared into the faces of men woman and children that were coming closer and closer. I was soon taken into a world of shadows, memories flashing before my eyes, most of them were of my brother's lover, and my heart clenched painfully. I wanted to look away, but the small hands held me in place, their strength inhumanly strong.
My eyes were forced open and then I heard her voice.
"You loved me...didn't you?"
My answer soon came, stung and angry...and filled with lies.
"Not you...but her"
I was watching my memories flash before my eyes like nothing I've ever seen before. Almost like a radio, and instead of just sounds, there was pictures, more specifically, my memories that flashed in front of my eyes. I snapped my eyes shut and instantly her face flashed behind my eyes, both of her faces.
The one she wore when she was alive, happy and loving. The one not meant for me, the one who was once for my brother, bless him.
The other face, the one who haunted my dreams was smiling at me in my fresh memories. Cruel and predatory. Her cat-like eyes watching my every move, her silky hair falling over her shoulder and fell slightly over her breast. Her fingers that looked delicate and yet her finger nails were a completely different story. They cut through every substance and carved immaculate designs in human flesh.
I sub-consciously brought my hand up to my chest that was draped with robes and touched my low shoulder where she inflicted scars onto my body. The alienated arms pushed my hand back down and constricted me tighter.
I remembered the feeling, the sensation. Cold, then hot, then the feeling of my skin spreading and blood spilling out, dripping down my body. I remembered the look on her face when she did. Cruel and pleased, as she was smiling like the devil.
Her red tattoo that was planted between her well-endowed breasts taunted me, as did her full, voluptuous lips. Dark with blackness, as was her soul, and yet...I was compelled.
'What is it about that creature...no, that sin that draws me towards her?'
She had no imperfections. When she ran, she did not sweat. When she moved too much or walked for too long, she did not tire out. When she did not sleep at night, she was not sleep-deprived.
She was...perfect. But that perfection was a sin, too taunting, to much of a mockery towards humanity.
Yes, that was what she was.
A mockery.
Whenever she moved, whenever she talked, or even looked at me, I saw the woman my brother proposed to, the woman whom I was so foolishly in love with. And then it melted away slowly when she spoke, her voice deeper, more sensual, predatory.
Her very existence was a mockery towards all of Ishbala's creations and masterpiece of the devils arts. She herself laughed at the face of divinity and all those divine. She mocked the female sex with her vain and curvy bodice, knowing that women looked at her with envy and jealousy.
She came to me one too many times in my dreams, taunting me, kissing my skins, biting my shoulders, pleasing me with her hands, her mouth, her body.
And it didn't stop there. Sometime during the short 6 years that she kept appearing before me, her dress black as midnight, and yet, in the light, was truly emerald-black. Her skin pale, cold, and perfect. Her body soft, voluptuous, and vain. Her eyes cat-like and devious, empty promises of pleasure and delight... She always manages to stop me, to make my heart clench to the point of pain and make my anger shoot up to the heavens.
I wanted to end her existence. To end her life, to send her soul to the depths of hell, more specifically, the circle of hell where she belonged, the circle of Lust in which she was born and made.
However, at the same time, I wanted to bed her. To touch that perfection and marr it with my bite-marks, to destroy it and love it at the same time. To hold those breasts, to have those long legs wrap around my waist, to have those lips pressed firmly against mine and no one else's. It was love, undoubtedly. It wasn't Lust, as her name stated.
As much as I hated her, detested her existence, and longed to marr her beauty and the painful resemblance between her and the other woman whom my brother loved...I could not stop myself from loving her.
It wasn't like the happy love my brother had, or my mother and father. No, it was far from that.
It was dark, cruel and unhappy. Almost depressing.
No, not depressing. It was far from that. In some odd way, I loved her. I loved her shattered soul, her broken spirit and incomplete being. And it wouldn't have lasted if I was with my brother's lover. She was too...innocent, to soft, to kind. While the other one, the one with the cat grin and devil eyes was...almost made for me. Almost like my brother wanted me to have her instead of the real deal.
She knew death and life. She knew the truth and the lies of humanity. She was not innocent in any sense, she was as dark and depraved as I was devoted to my God, Ishbala.
I tried hard to fight the small hands and arms that held me in steely grips, trying hard to free myself from watching this...
It was almost too painful.
"I'll be waiting." My voice echoed through out the vast white and shadowy world. I snapped my head up, remembering my promise. I growled angrily when the hands tightened around me.
'Foolish human..' A voice echoed around me. I straightened up when I heard it. It wasn't human, nor was it from any homunculus. It echoed all around me, coming from above me, below me, beside me, behind me and in front of me. All of it was one voice, it was a million. It was male and it was female.
'What makes you think that you can wait here without my permission?' It echoed out again, slightly irritated. I scowled slightly, not liking where this was going.
"I didn't know that I needed permission in purgatory." I said, trying hard to remove my arms from the steely grip, only for the small child's hands to grip at my arms to the point of burning cold pain.
'Smart human...stupid human, gullible, naive, young human...'It purred around me. I glared at the nothingness in front of me. Only one person, one being, on creature could speak to me like this, taunting and cruel. And...she...wasn't here right now.
'Awwwe, how adorable. The human and the artificial human?' The voice was now mocking. I jerked my head in surprise. It could read minds?
'Of course. Now what do you offer for waiting here?' It asked me, sly and oily. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. It felt as if I was making a deal with the devil.
"Nothing." I snapped, feeling my body tense when the small steely arms grip and pull at my arms painfully, leaving bruises on my spiritual body.
'Nothing?' It asked, clearly amused. I stared directly in the mass off old souls and deformed faces to see the source of the voice. A large Amethyst eye.
'No state alchemist? No human? No homunculus?' It asked me curiously, amusement in the large eye. I stared directly in front of me, glaring at it with all my might.
"I will wait for her, and then I will make my decision." I snapped at it, and I felt the smaller hands clench my body so hard that I almost cried out in pain...and then they slithered away, touching my body and caressing it before slipping back into the nothingness that which they came from.
'Interesting...very well.' it said, looking at me, all of me. 'When your other soul comes here, we shall talk of the price...Until then, human.' it said, and then I was pushed out in front of the doors, and flinched when it slammed shut.
I didn't know how long I waited. It could have been seconds, minutes, hours,days, weeks, months...maybe even years. I showed no signs of aging, my body no longer needed any human necessities, I did not cry, not laugh...I could do nothing...until she came here.
I was starting to lose hope...until I heard her voice.
'Maybe you are right. Where did I come from, and where will I go when I die? Maybe all this time that is what I wanted: the freedom to find out.'
I tensed, turning to my left to see that she was there, eyes unclear and her knee's were wobbling. It was then I saw it. A large ugly scar forming from her left collar bone that curved around her delicate neck. Old blood that was a dark red – almost brown, fell out of the scar and then turned to ashes, falling onto the ground, turning into nothing.
She blinked, her eyes coming into her focus and stared at me for what seemed like decades.
Then she walked towards me, her eyes staring deep inside me, baring my soul.
Okay, I tried to keep it less mushy and all that. So I hoped you all enjoyed this. Oh! And as a side note, read the 'Alchemist Experiment's stories! they are effin amazing! Especially the LustxScar ones.
Well, this is it!
Phanny out!
