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After Maemi's and Izaya's agreement, they sat uncomfortably at the dining table in silence as they sipped on now cooled coffee. It seemed they both spent a long time just sipping at it on default. The clouds had finally broken and let its tears out softly. Orihara was the first to break the ringing silence.

"You seem uncomfortable," he mentioned with a smirk.

"Well, this is a little weird don't you think?"

Chuckling at that, "What on earth are you talking?" he pretended to be clueless.

"… Why haven't you left yet?" the brunette questioned in curiosity. "Other than the rain outside," she added.

"You're quite amusing. Furthermore, it would be wasteful if I leave without finishing my beverage," Izaya leered.

"Yeah," she dragged the word awkwardly then paused tapping her finger on the lip of her mug, "Would you like for me to heat it up again? I'm going to do mine." Maemi stood as she spoke.

"Sure. Why not?" the raven head gave her his cup and didn't follow her to the kitchen this time.

"Are you testing whether I'd try to poison it?" she asked behind the wall.

He didn't answer at first then giggled, "I didn't think you'd figure that out."

Maemi smiled a little as she closed the door of the microwave with the two mugs trapped inside. "Too bad for you and your little test." She let them burn for a bit and came back to the table with them hot in each hand. The girl set Orihara's down in front of him, gave a little bow out of habit from working at the café, and sat in the only other charcoal colored chair.

All of her furniture was of this dark brown near to black shade except for the starkly white suede couch. It was quite a nice selection. Maemi had always wanted to decorate her own home and she finally did. She had the money to make it a reality, so why not indulge?

The youth took a sip which instantly burnt her tongue, "Ahh-!" she yelped a bit. "Ow," the girl muttered. "Careful, it's really hot," Maemi warned the garnet-eyed male who was chuckling at her blunder.

"Couldn't you tell by the massive amount of steam?" he pointed out cleverly still smirking like an idiot.

"Mmm~" she whined quietly, "I was… thinking."

"Yes. You seem to do that a lot of the time," Izaya stared at the woman to the point of being creepy.

Maemi stayed silent knowing it was true.

"You're not a very loquacious human, are you?" the raven noted.

She glanced up at him looking puzzled, "'Loquacious'?"

Izaya paused, "Apparently not very bright either," he teased while laughing to himself.

"Shut up. It's not my fault I didn't go to school," the woman announced irritation laced in her words.

"Why? Were you too busy killing?" he asked as if they were talking about what they had for breakfast. The mundane things in life. Though the issue was far from ordinary.

"It's a whole lot more complicated than that but if you want the short answer then yeah. Something like that."

"What's the extended response?" he asked with interest.

"You're skilled enough to find that out through research. You'll just have to be patient." A smirk slid onto her lips though it put on.

He gave her a strange stare that the girl didn't understand. Was it surprise? Genuine glee? Curiosity? Or was it frustration? Maybe, it was all of it at the same time. "You're not going to give much for free, are you Jane-chan."

"Why do you keep calling me 'Jane-chan'?" She purposefully misled the subject.

"What? You don't get it?" he asked obviously delighted.

Maemi shook her head in a 'no.'

"'Jane Doe' refers to females whose name is unknown or deliberately being secreted." Orihara did his usual flamboyant hand gestures that were unnecessary while he gave his little explanation. "It suits you rather well."

"It does," she agreed lightly.

"You won't be unknown for long though~" the reddish-brown eyed male sang.

Maemi rolled her eyes, "Yes, yes. I know."

The two stayed in silence once again, one that wasn't as awkward as the first but still… weird. For the non-loquacious girl, at least.

On the other hand, Izaya was having a blast. All he had to do to make her squirm uncomfortably was sit there sipping on damn good coffee. He chuckled yet again which brought the young woman's attention to him.

"What's so funny?" she said with that same blandness. She wasn't bothering hiding her nastiness anymore.

"Nothing at all," he replied still holding his up-turned lips in place.

"You're laughing at me, aren't you?"

He just snickered more, "Was it that conspicuous? That's a shame."

"You weren't even trying to hide it," she blew on the steaming mug and sipped cautiously.

Orihara did the same, "… Tell me. Why are you so tense?"

"Do you really need to ask that question?"

He fell silent waiting for an answer. His eyes half closed as he gazed into his cup seeing his smile reflect on the surface of the liquid.

"Come on, seriously? … I was assigned to kill you. And I was so close to doing it." Maemi paused, "Well… attempting to." She didn't really know for sure if she could win.

"What made you stop?" he questioned. The red eyes were serious but he kept that grin.

"What?"

"You said you believed I didn't deserve death. What made you think that? A lot of humans want me dead. I have to say this isn't the first time I've been hunted." He chuckled lightly looking up from his half-empty mug, "But it is the first time for a human to spare me without having to manipulate or threaten them with their dirty little secrets. It's quite fascinating, really!" he suddenly exclaimed. "It's astonishing how humans can have such diverse opinions on the same being! Humans really are remarkable! Right, right?" the male paused getting back on track, "Soooo~! The reason you didn't try to kill me. What was it?" Orihara asked again more urgently.

"Why the hell are you speaking in past tense? It's not like my opinion has changed." The woman had passed the mini test without realizing. She sighed, "And plus, I don't think you want to hear the reason," Maemi warned.

He chuckled, "If I didn't, I wouldn't be asking now, would I?" Orihara propped his elbow onto the table and rested his chin on his knuckles.

The brunette took on her serious tone, "Because you're alone."

Still plastering on that smile made him appear as though he was wearing a half-mask that people wore when they were sick. Only, his mask was decorated with lips. He forced out another chuckle though it was nowhere near as bright as the ones from before. "That's it?"

"No. But I doubt you want to hear more."

His eyes and mouth were as different as they could be, "No, go ahead," he laughed again.

"You don't want me to. So why-" she was interrupted by a dark voice.

"I said," Izaya composed himself halfway through his sentence giving the girl a put-on face, "…to 'go ahead.'"

Maemi gazed into his eyes, "You're sad. Very sad." She broke eye contact. She wouldn't have been able to say anymore if she didn't. "You know this but you pretend that you aren't. Not only to fool others but to fool yourself. And to some degree, you have. But you know deep down that you've caused this sadness on yourself by the bad things you've done. Or I should say the bad things you do. You'll never change and you don't want to. You think you can keep everyone at a distance by viewing them as tools or animals. You think this will help and protect that fragile heart of yours but really… all you've done is puncture a hole right through it."

It was the longest silence yet.

Until Izaya found the will to laugh it off. His giggle was quiet at first then it ruptured out into a crazy cackle. He gasped for breath but found himself laughing even harder.

Was it real? Did he really find it funny?

Tears from guffawing so hard, leaked from his eyes. He wiped them carelessly trying to stop the laughter.

But were though tears really because of his 'hearty' laughing? Did he really find the unknown woman's accusations that amusing? Were they even accusations? Or was it just pure fact?

Fuck no. Fuck that shit! It wasn't true! She didn't know a god damn single thing about him! 'Sad'? Did he look 'sad'? No! He smiled all the time!

'Alone'? Yeah, maybe. But who the fuck cares about that shit! He didn't!

And 'bad things'? How old was she? Twelve? He'd gladly admit that he's caused a lot of shit. And he was planning more shit! And he had fun doing it! Alright!

Viewing humans like 'tools' or 'animals'? No. No. Humans were much more than that. Sure they were fun to play around with, not to mention observing their expressions to certain… situations. But he LOVED humans! Every! Single! One!

And lastly… 'Fragile heart'? What? That was the most stupid fucking statement Izaya had ever heard in his life. You see, HUMANS had fragile hearts. Not him.

'What a fucking idiot.' Izaya thought still smiling this time making it reach his eyes. He was unaware that he didn't change his eyebrows to match causing it to look just as false.

"I told you that you didn't want to hear it," Jane Doe reminded him, though it did nothing to improve his mood.

"You think you've got me all figured out, don't you?"

"… Not really. There's still a possibility I'm reading you wrong." There was something off about the way she said it.

Was she only saying that because she thought it would make him calm down? Was she mocking him? Why did Izaya feel so angry, anyway? It didn't make sense? He never let anything get to him like this so… why? Did he already know the answer? No. He refused. It wasn't true! "Well, thanks for the coffee!" he cheered, not sounding like himself at all. "I'll be off now," the raven said his cup still half full but he stood anyway. He wanted to get the fuck out of there. "Bye, Jane-chan!" he chuckled.

She sat in her chair looking… sad? Why the fuck was she sad? He was the one-! Izaya stopped that thought.

"Wait," she implored quietly. "I'm… The main reason though is… because I saw myself in you. We're not the same or anything… but similar…" Her words were nearly inaudible but she wasn't lying this time.

He laughed again, "Well you're wrong, Jane-chan." Izaya turned and left Jane Doe's home with his hands in his pockets while skipping joyfully… on the outside.

Miaka Hatanaka speaking! You can skip if you want my dear reader hee~ Okay so... umm... I'm sorry if you think Izaya is OOC hehe. It's really hard to understand his f***ed up mind but I'm trying. Tell me what you think in a review, and how I can improve! If you're bothered to do so hahaha! Bye-bye!