A/N; Ahh, this came to me today, and just will not leave, so, here is a short, should be three parts about this length or so, maybe longer. Rated M to be safe even if there are going to be no lemons, the ending will be rather, full on.

Dark!Natsu here, so, no happy ending.

Song - Where the Wild Roses Grow, Kylie Minogue and Nick Cave.

She did not like the way her life had turned, but she had no were else to go, blonde hair cascading down pale skin, honey pools desperate and lost as she nodded her head in agreement, in the agreement of what would now be expected of her. She had nothing, or rather, she told herself she had nothing, there was one other outlet she could have gone, but she refused, refused to go back to her father, back to that house, so this was the only way she had left to earn her keep.

To sell her body.

She had shed her real name when she had fled, calling herself Elisa Day, no matter how much it pained her that the name her dear departed mother had loved she no longer called herself, but there was little she could do if she did not wish to be discovered, and she did not wish that, not at all. So here she was, dressed in soft white, hair flowing down her back and lips painted rose red, shaking in fear as her first 'customer' was to come. The Wild Rose. She had heard her name be called such; everyone had a stage name, did they not? It seemed that was hers. But it was little comfort when she was a Rose in a whorehouse.

Men had needs, that was the long and short of it, once that dam was opened, there was little one could do about it. And he had… many needs. He did not understand them himself, where they had come from, why they were there, other than he wanted, nay, needed, to do so. Whorehouses, they were best, to get both of his needs, no one would miss a woman here, nor would they search deeply for her. She was just another whore, another woman lost. None would care. But as the door opened, and she sat upon the bed, his heart beat a little faster than what had normally happened, her hair, so stunning and gold, spun down her back and framing her face, looking directly into his deep hazel eyes with a soft smile, curled upon red painted lips, just like the roses he had seen when he had come to town.

"U-Um…" She would start, voice trembling and fearful, and it pulled something within him, shutting the door with a click long legs would cross the room, sitting down upon the bed besides her, cupping her face and soft tears would roll down her face.

"It's okay." Smooth voice would leave his lips, a soft smile of his own upon them, kind, soft, handsome. "They do not need to know what we did or didn't do; you'll be paid just the same." He would whisper, rubbing her tears away.

She was… the one.

So kind was his voice, somehow so soft was his calloused hands upon her face her shaking would still, blinking up at him at his words. He would not? "I – No. It's alright. You came here for it, you should –" What was she saying?! He was offering her a free pass… and yet, he was handsome, her hand reaching up to touch soft spiked pink tresses, twirling them in her pale fingers, would the next be as kind as he? Would it be better, to let him do so? "No. It's okay." She would repeat, giving him a more real smile, before pressing her lips upon his, he was a stranger, this was true, a handsome one however, one with a kind hand, one that had offered to leave without actions taken.

He could easily be her first, and he was. Kind were his movements, letting her still when she needed such, kissing away tears and cooing through her pain, his muscular body something she had always desired upon men. He was something she desired. So when it was, that he promised to come back, her heart would flutter a little faster.