Author's Note: Ah, here it finally is! My first NaLu fanfic. I'm actually really excited about this one. After reading the latest chapters of the manga (and joining the FT fandom on tumblr) I couldn't help but write a fanfic for this lovely couple. The inspiration for this is from an old fanfic I read three years ago. So, after my 9 month long hiatus, a way better and (somewhat?) improved writing style than my previous works. There will also be more FT pairings later on. Thank you and enjoy! ~

Flames

Chapter 1: Ignite

You know, when they say life is too precious to let it go to waste, they really mean it.

I, on the other hand, couldn't agree more. But here I was, twenty-four years old in the making, and my job was to end the lives of others. A professional killer, if you will. Yeah, you heard me right. A killer.

Well actually, let me clarify that statement. No, I'm not some kind of wacko serial killer like you see in those dumb horror movies. I'm a hired assassin. Here at the agency I work for or, "The Guild", as we call it, I'm known for being the top of the line. And tonight, I was assigned to a high-ranking clientele. And a rich one at that. But of course, this wasn't a normal hit-and-run assignment, no. I was assigned to kill the man at top of everyone's hit list, Sting Eucliffe.

The job's description was not my preferred way of doing things, but I needed the money. Working as a waitress wasn't cutting the bills, or my mother's hospital bills. And the only way to get close to him and past his army of bodyguards was through his private sessions at the strip clubs he regularly attended. So, today I was going to play the part of a personal prostitute.

Ugh. Just hearing that word makes me cringe. It would mean I would have to turn on my sex appeal. And well, you know, I have no problem doing that. It wasn't like I didn't have confidence in my looks. I was just always annoyed with the opposite sex. Greasy, women-hungry, and arrogant. Especially the men I was hired to kill. It gave me little bit of satisfaction from ending their slimy lives.

I looked in the mirror and grimaced. The black lace lingerie I had put on did little to cover any parts of my body. If anything, I felt even more disgusted and just wanted to get the job done faster. I shook my head. Now was not the time to be sulking, I had to get this job done quick and clean if I wanted to get my thirty-thousand dollar reward. I reached down to my thigh high black-heeled stiletto boots and made sure the gun I had placed was secure and hidden. One shot to the idiot's head was all I needed to finish the job. But how long would I have to put on a show for him until I was given the chance to make my move?

I stopped and checked my earpiece to make sure it was working, "Jellal-kun, do you hear me?" I whispered as I exited my dressing room, making my way down to my "client's" private room.

"Yeah, I hear you. Be careful out there, Lucy," my partner and childhood friend replied. He would be my backup just in case something went wrong.

"Don't worry. Quick and easy as I always say," I reassured him. "Alright, I'm going in." I took a deep breath before opening the private room's door. A man with spikey golden blonde turned towards me. His eyes were gleaming with unspeakable lust. Although, what I didn't notice then was a certain glint in his eyes of what was yet to come. Sting began to walk towards me like a hunter stalking his prey, all filled with desire and lust.

"Wow," he commented. "You are far more extravagant than the last few women they sent me before." Last few? Oh god, just those words made me feel disgusted. This man was the exact definition of what I despised. He wrapped his arms around my waist as he rested his hands on my butt, trying to bring me closer to his lower regions.

"Why don't we take this to the bed, shall we?" I smiled back at him in the most sexiest manner I could possibly muster. Taking his hand off my butt, thank the lord, I led him to the luxurious bed. He placed me in the center and then climbed on top of me. Sting then feverishly crashed his lips onto mine so roughly I could barely breathe. As soon as I was about to entwine my hands in his hair, he grabbed it with such speed I could barely process what was happening.

Snap. Click.

I heard a sudden chuckle and I could feel my heart beginning to pound. My eyes widened from pure shock. I tried moving my hands but I found them handcuffed to the bed. Sting removed his lips from mine as he stared into my eyes proudly. His face read malicious dominance. He shook his head in disappointment.

"Tsk tsk. You look surprised, my dear. As if I didn't know why you were really here," he smirked. "And quite frankly, I know it wasn't for a good fuck."

Oh shit. This wasn't apart of the plan.

"Lucy? What's going on?!" I heard someone scream through my earpiece. Oh, my earpiece! That's right, Jellal was still on the other side. If I could jus-

Sting lowered his lips to my ears and whispered, "Uh-uh, not so fast, sweetheart." He took out my earpiece and crushed it with his bare hands. Ah damn, he knew everything.

"Let's not be so rash here, hmm?" His voice became low and husky as he began to roam his hands all over my body. I wasn't as scared as I should have been. I mean, this wasn't the first time a guy tried to come on to me. I was a professional, I was trained to get out situations like these. All I had to do was somehow hit him in the crotch and knock him out; then I could get out of these god forsaken clothes.

As I felt his hands getting lower and lower, I thought he was going to stop at that region but instead he went for my boots. He gently pulled down the zipper and revealed my gun. Damnit, this bastard.

He pulled out the gun and came back up face to face with me, "Now that all your toys are out of the way, why don't we have some fun?" He deliriously smiled before ripping off what little fabric was covering my breasts.

"You are disgusting."

He ignored my comment as he eyed my bare chest. "Quite a looker, gotta give that to you. You have glorious mounds." he licked his lips before lowering his head.

I felt no pleasure at all coming from this. It was more like that feeling you get in your stomach before you want to puke. So much for wanting to put on my clothes again before things got too far. I winced as he bit one of my nipples. This was purely disgusting.

"Couldn't you just kill me already? I would rather die than be with a pig like you," I sneered at him.

"I do enjoy them feisty. Alright then. If you want it fast, we'll go fast." He lifted his lips from my breasts and stood up. Just as I felt the slightest bit of relieve from having his horrendous body off of mine I saw him start undress.

Sting's boxers dropped to the floor. I guess you could say I saw this coming the moment he ripped off my bra, but I never really knew what real fear from being violated felt like until I landed in this current predicament. His hands were playing with the hem of my panties. I twisted my hands anxiously out of the handcuffs but with no luck. I was an assassin for Christ's sake. I've been able to slip my hands out of handcuffs before. But to do that I needed more time than given.

"There's no point in struggling anymore. This will be over before you know it." And with that, the sound of my panties ripping apart filled the room. I braced myself for what was going to come next.

"Why are you doing this?" I said with fear lingering in my voice.

He smiled, "Why?" He laughed a villainous laugh so gaudy it only made me cringe even more than I already was. "Because if I'm going to kill you, I want to see you in all your pity and naked glory. Then, I will kill you. I mean who wouldn't let this gorgeous body go to waste?"

He went back to fondling my breasts and bent down to kiss me. I didn't react to any of his antics at all. At the very least, I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of me moaning. I spit on him and kneed him in the groin, hoping to just making him angry enough so that he could just kill me. Anything was better than feeling his disgusting body on mine.

"Very well, if that's how you want it," he growled and spread my legs open and before I could even blink he pushed himself inside of me. I groaned at the pain. I wasn't use to having someone enter me so roughly and it hurt like a bitch. I clenched my teeth together and my eyes met his damned violet ones. They were full of victory. This was his plan from the get-go. Even if I did put a little dent in it, he had still finished his goal in the end.

"Ahh," He collapsed from coming for the fourth time in a row. "That was amazing. Your body was amazing. Thank you for your time, my lovely whore." He kissed my cheek one last time before he reached for the nightstand.

A knife? Where the hell did that come from?

"Now.. how should I kill you?" He lightly dragged the knife against the spot in between my breasts. "I could just make it seem like you committed suicide, hm?" My eyes widened as he brought the knife to my wrists. "Perfect. The fear in your eyes. That look suits your last few moments." The knife dug into my wrists. I screamed at the unbearable pain. He slashed my wrists quickly and I watched as the blood gushed from them.

All too soon, they began to bleed more and more. My thoughts became hazy. "You are a worthless bastard. I hope you rot in hell the day you die your pitiful death," I struggled to scowl, cursing him to my death.

"Last time I checked, you were the one dying here," he chuckled. "Quite a waste of your last breath, if you ask me. See you in hell, Lucy," he mocked as his laughs grew louder.

Suddenly, my conscious gave in as the world became dark with Sting's laughter fading away. I had finally died.