Some of these one shots will be my takes on the story (:

This one shot has hints of prostitution and such.

Azelma was a whore, there was no point saying otherwise. She lived in a brothel, she slept with men whom she didn't even know. That was until he came actually.

Jean Prouvaire casually walked into said brothel, he was only 19, he was a young man, what would he be coming to a brothel for? Why did he have to pay for women when he could easily find a woman? The answer was in the shape of a frail, young woman.

Her hair was dark and so where her eyes, her skin was pale and covered in numerous scars from the numerous men who had inflicted them, her name was Gulnare, or that's what he thought anyway.

Jean stood in the brothel, watching as the women played with the men, flirting with them. Then he saw her, stood against the wall, her hair covering her face, his hands curled into a fist when he saw the blood on her dress, walking over he gently placed his hand under her chin "Chèri?" He muttered, tilting the young girls head up.

Gulnare looked at the familiar man, "I'm not your darling" she snapped, slapping away his hand "I'm a whore," she spat out, looking away "Gulnare..." He muttered softly. The girl looked at him "You idiot!" She scowled, "That isn't my name. Do you honestly believe I would let you know what my name is?" She asked, raising a brow at him.

Jean frowned, suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder, turning he met eyes with the Madam of the brothel, her overly painted face beaming at him, then becoming serious "If you want to touch my girls, you must pay for a room" she stated, her tone mocking kindness.

Jean nodded and awkwardly fished some coins out of his pocket, he held them out to the woman and scowled as she flounced away. The girl with the dark eyes glared at him as she led him to one of the empty rooms, they had made love numerous times, but for her, he was just another customer.

"Mon'amie, please tell me your name. Your true one" Jean asked, taking off his jacket and hanging it over the back of a chair, the girl looked down "My name is Azelma" she stated, Jeans eyes widened in horror. He remembered this girl, this was Eponines sister, he remembered seeing the young girl years ago in Les Amis de l'ABC, she was probably around 10 at the time, he was was 14. He remembered hearing her complaints that the place stunk of alcohol, which was true.

Jean looked at her intently "You're a child" he whispered, frowning. Azelma rolled her eyes "I'm 15, that never stopped anyone before" she sneered, sitting down on the bed. "If you're not going to sleep with me, you should probably go get your money back" she shrugged, looking at him.

"I no longer wish to sleep with you, I want to help you" he beamed, taking out his bag of coins, he quickly tossed it on the bed as he pulled the girl up "Come on, Chèri, we are leaving" he nodded, smiling slightly. He noticed Azelma's eyes light up slightly, some of the anger leaving her.

Quickly leading the girl back out the brothel, he looked down at her "First I shall take you to see Marius, I'm sure he would love to see you" he nodded, "He misses your sister dearly," he shrugged, "Cosette could lend you some dresses and we shall get you a bath" he beamed, spinning her around slightly.

Azelma swallowed the lump in her throat "I do not think Cosette would like to see me" she admitted, "When I was a child, my mother and father took her in and practically made her a slave. Cosette was treated like a slave by us all" she nodded, tightly holding onto his hand.

Jean shrugged "Cosette is a kind soul, she will certainly forgive you Azelma," he nodded, gently pressing a kiss against her forehead. He then began to lead her to his friends home.