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At the woman's abrupt fleet, the male was left alone in the bed staring after her with wide eyes. Blinking out of his trance Izaya quietly crept out to follow the woman; the wooden floor's soft creaks trailing the weight of his feet. When he found her she was gripping the material of her sweater as if she had intense heartburn. It was too dark to see her face the light only being the TV back from the living room. By the sound of screaming and explosions in the background, it seemed the movie was back on hitting its climax.
Maemi didn't even hear it, too focused on trying to throw away her thoughts… memories. "Y-You can go back to the lounge. I'm sure there's another bedspread here," She searched the cupboard unseeingly not only because of the lack of light.
It was for sure this time. The woman's voice did tremble. Izaya blinked a little confused, he didn't even do anything. He made his lips turn up as he stepped closer to her form. Her shaky hands slowly stopped rummaging through the piles of towels and, apparently invisible, blankets. She didn't back away but he could feel that she wanted to, much like when she first came home. "Is this a daily ritual for you? Crying?" he lightly teased.
"I'm not crying." She shot him a glare, her eyes dry. "And no. It was just because of you, asshole," she said with utter bluntness, her hands still twitching uncontrollably.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't do anything," he shrugged off easily.
"Fuck you," she spat violently.
He smiled hiding his irritation, "Hmm… I've never really understood that expression," he forced his voice to muse.
"It means to stick a finger up your ass," she informed harshly.
"Hmm… No thanks," Izaya didn't want to think about something as vulgar as that. Unfortunately, the brunette's bluntness conjured up the unwanted image in his mind making him want to hurl right then and there.
"… If you don't listen to me when I tell you not to lay a hand on my body, I will do what I did to Adachihara to you." Now her voice didn't waver at all and her shaking had halted.
'Ohhhh!' the raven realized, he didn't even think of it. "You think I'm capable of raping someone, Jane-chan? I have to say, I'm offended," he said pleasantly, though his eyes were anything but.
Maemi stared into them, registering the genuine displeasure of being accused, "I-"
"If you thought that then why did you invite me to stay? Why did you get in the same bed as me? Why am I here right now?" Izaya was mainly asking himself the last question, it just escaped his mind and formulated to his mouth.
"… I… I never thought that you would… But…" her glassy eyes searched his desperately, help didn't come. He didn't guess her emotions like she knew he could. Yet she still didn't like saying it out loud but with the way Izaya was looking at her, he wanted answers. "I got scared," she finally admitted her tones going up and down in pitch.
Though her fear was evidently clear to Izaya, it seemed like it was a hell of a lot more complicated than that. "You know I was just messing with you, right?" he asked.
"Wha- Oh… right," she whispered suddenly very interested in the floor.
She really had no idea. But why did that tiny little action receive such a gigantic reaction? If he had to take a wild guess… "It's got to do with that mysterious past of yours, huh?" he inquired with a grin but he didn't get a response making the expression slip away. "Jane-chan, were you-"
Maemi covered his mouth with her hands and more force than what she intended. And for some unknown reason, Izaya let her slowly push him back to the wall. "Don't say it," the woman ordered feebly, her lip quivering.
He took hold of her scarred wrists to pull her hands away from his mouth, "Were you?" he asked.
"Shhhh!" she hushed urgently almost begging. The female's eyes became the tiniest bit more reflective. More and more. No matter if she kept her eyes open to dry them or if she looked up to the nonexistent heavens. Izaya stayed silent as the woman tried but failed to compose herself. Drooping her head down to avoid being seen. "I… Excuse me. I need to go to my room." As the woman walked away, Izaya felt the urge to follow her again but thought better of it hearing the door close.
'Best to leave her alone,' he thought. But why should he? He wanted to follow her, so why not? … Why did he want to in the first place? Was her weeping as interesting as her killing schemes? Nope. So why? His feet took him to her bedroom door anyway, and his hand reached for the doorknob. It wasn't locked. Oh, wait. No, it just didn't have a lock.
"Go back to the couch, Izaya," the girl deadpanned, wrapped in a bundle of blankets on a double sized bed.
"I don't think you actually want me to, Jane-chan." He paused for a response but he didn't get one, "Otherwise, you would have blocked the door with something." He stole a glance around the room. She could've pushed her dresser if she really wanted.
"Or I just thought you wouldn't care and fuck off!" Her hostility was raised again.
"That's very rude~" he sang.
She demanded him to shut his mouth and go away again, only to be simply refused with a…
"Nope!" the raven popped the 'p'. Izaya stepped through the threshold and slumped onto the foot of her bed. 'This is strange.' He thought while sighing. "Okay, Jane-chan. You have my word. I solemnly swear to never touch you. Happy?" he asked, the words almost echoing into the darkness.
She stayed silent for a bit but turned around to face him, "Not really," the woman said still watery eyed.
"Aww~ Why not?" he chuckled.
"Izaya… Do you even need to ask that question?" she whispered lowly.
"… Not really." His smile depleted. In the dark, it didn't matter that much. "Who was it?"
"… Find out yourself." She didn't want to tell him – not anyone – the full story.
"Is he dead?" The question was kind of unnecessary.
She stopped herself from correcting the question, "Yes."
"Did you kill him?" Another pointless question but the answer wasn't the point. It was the fact if she'd answer.
"Yes," she spoke softly.
"Like Adachihara?" He continued.
'Most of them, yes. But not all of them.' She thought. "Kind of," her mouth spoke.
"Worst?" he questioned misunderstanding her. She shook her head in a 'no'. "You should have," Izaya said simply.
"I know," To be honest, she wished she had.
"You were new to killing, weren't you? Back then," he pushed her further.
"Yes," she replied stiffly.
"I see. How old were you?" It probably wasn't the socially 'right' thing to do but he wanted to get some information whenever he could.
She didn't know what to say. Eight or thirteen? "For what?" she asked without thinking. Her mind was too foggy. It was as if her body was on standby like the woman was some kind of robot. What were they even discussing? When she was first ra-… or her first kill?
Izaya furrowed his brows, 'What's that suppose to mean?' he pondered. "For when it happened." The male was guessing she had killed the unknown man when he was on top of her but was that not the case? He remembered the overlapping scars on her wrists.
"'It'?" she echoed. 'It?' How something like that, be thrown under the word, 'it'!
"For when you were raped," he paused, "I thought you didn't want me to say it, Jane-chan," Izaya said pointedly.
"Eight," she said barely even hearing him. "I was eight." Why was her month spilling all this shit? All these details of her life that no one needed to know! And certainly not him! He already knew enough!
Izaya's lips were slightly apart until he closed them shut. The number was surprisingly low. "And you killed him then and there?" he had to make sure. It didn't add up with his research, not that he had much but… still. And the scars, some looked older than the others.
'Fuck!' she cussed. Of course, he had to know. Of course, he'd speculate with her stupid blabbering mouth! "No." Her eyes spilled more salty water. "I didn't."
"When?" He had his guess ready.
"Thirteen." Maybe it was her brain's refusal to answer that her voice cracked.
'I was right.' Izaya thought. "Did you stab him in the eye?"
"Can you stop with this fucking interview?" the woman cried softly. Finally! Finally! She took control again, not being on standby mode.
Izaya crawled up to place his head where a pillow should be, but the cushion was in Jane-chan's arms while her other soaked up her tears. She quickly moved over to the right side of the bed. "Jane-chan, I'm not going to do anything," he said matter-of-factly. Maemi was gritting her teeth rather tightly. "Come on~ you know me, right?" the male cooed.
"No. This is only day three, idiot," she snapped back.
"No, it's been more than ten months," Izaya corrected with a pout.
"You can't count that. We didn't interact at all," she reminded him.
Under the raven's breath and light chuckle could be distinguished, "But you did stalk me for a while," he reminded her.
"Yeah, I was deciding whether to kill you or not. Don't make me go through the process again," she hissed obviously finding no amusement in the matter.
"Ooo~ scary!" he said cooingly. "But what I was going to say…" Izaya turned back a few pages, "You should be aware that I don't have certain desires to reproduce with the opposite sex," he smartly informed, only to be shamefully knocked down.
"You're still lonely though," the girl mumbled, irritating the raven head.
"What I meant," he started coldly but regained his sly silky voice, "Was that I don't care for that sort of intimacy. I'm what humans call an 'Asexual'." He explained.
"Bullshit," she remarked dryly. "Is that all? If so, get out."
"No," he refused childishly.
"Why?" she whined just wanting to be alone.
That was a good question. Because she was interesting? Because he wanted to know more about her? Because he wanted to know what she'd do next? What would he do next? How did he not even know? Why was he getting so personal? He was on her bed, for crying out loud. What was he doing there? Was he playing favorites with her? Why did he bother breaking into her house? Why did he wait three and a half hours until she got home? Why did he stay? … Why did he want to stay? … Why?
"… Because…" Izaya shut his mouth. 'Because you know what I'm like but you still don't hate-' No, he didn't need to say that. There was no need to explain himself to this woman. He stood up, suppressing the answer he, fortunately, held back. "Fine," he said with a sigh that didn't belong to him, "I'll leave," but he felt a hand pulling the hem of his shirt. He didn't look back.
"That's not fair. I gave you so many answers, a-and yet, you can't even give one?" Maemi tugged at his shirt not letting him get away for free.
"Nope," he popped his 'p' simply.
"Fine! I'll answer for you!" she rumbled, "You're here to screw with my mind and torture me with all this shit! You're here because you want to know what happened to me. It drives you to insanity that you don't know because of your stupid little god complex! You feel like you need to know every tiny detail because that's just what you're used to! You fill yourself up with everyone else's problems and laugh at them so then you don't have to face your own!" She had a whole list to go through, but she was stopped.
"Does it look like I'm laughing to you?" Izaya asked darkly. Her every word took a slice to his skin. Not only because it was true but that of course, of course, she had to assume the worst. His answer was a heap simpler though he was starting to doubt it now. How would she react if he told her, did he dare it? No. No, he couldn't. But… that would be interesting; he could always play it off as a joke after. "You want to know the real answer, Jane-chan?" Izaya paused, "I'm here because you don't hate me… or at least, I thought you didn't." The raven chuckled but then felt the woman's grip on his shirt flinch and slacken.
"How could I hate someone who is just as sad as me?" she whispered. Izaya heard the blankets shift as he felt the woman's breath on his back. Her soft hands and arms caressed his torso making him slightly shiver. "Sorry, I was just angry," she voiced softly.
Well… he didn't expect that. He thought the girl would act as though she suddenly became a mute until he sang out into laughter, but nope. Instead, he was being hugged? And instead, he became mute. Instead, he wasn't able to utter a single, simple word or chuckle. He couldn't even muster up a sly grin.
Kneeling on the bed, she softly held the soundless male, repeating to herself that there was no need to feel afraid. "You can let it out you know," she gently told him.
Izaya didn't reply right away. How was he going to get out of this? Shit! He shouldn't have said that! Play it off! Just play it off. The male gave a giggle that was similar to twitter belonging to a small bird, "You're so gullible, Jane-chan!" he sang, "I was messing with you again!"
"No you weren't," she contradicted him lightly.
'Shit!' he swore to himself, but still managed to chortle, "You're wrong, Jane-chan~" the male cooed.
"Turn around and say it again," the girl ordered. "Do it and I'll believe you," she easily lied.
He had no choice, huh? Izaya turned to face her, his eyes had adjusted to the dark allowing him to see at least her silhouette not that he needed to see, in fact, he wished he couldn't at all. That would make it easier. However, it wouldn't change the fact that he could feel her arms around him. The woman's hold wasn't tight, very, very, very light actually; just barely grazing over the soft material of his third-quarter sleeved shirt. "You. Are. Wrong." He taunted her with each word. But at his voice, the grip instantly tightened, not in rage or humiliation but in comfort.
"Izaya, you would never swallow your pride like that if you weren't in a dire situation. You're lying to me," she paused, "Sorry but, that little dare was a test," the woman explained. She waited for a reply but he just kept on that eye reachless grin, "You want to go watch the end of that stupid movie?" she offered.
Snapping away from his racing mind, consisting of a considerable amount of swearing, Izaya broadened his lips purposefully, "Yes, indeed. Though, I doubt it's still on," he added wanting to get out of it.
"We'll see. If it isn't we can just watch something else," she shrugged letting his body free as she stood.
He attempted again, "I thought you wanted to go to sleep."
"No. I wanted to have alone time which you didn't grant me," the woman muttered pacing to the living room.
Author here! Sorry that I didn't warn anyone of rape being mentioned in this chapter along with another chapter before. I think it was 'Utter Retribution'. Sometimes, I don't like giving warnings because umm... spoiler... well that's how I feel when I'm the reader. I hope no one is offended but I will give warnings when it's graphic. I know that in 'Sooner or Later' Maemi's... past... was a little obvious or at least hinted at, well that's what I was aiming for. I didn't want it to come out of nowhere and if you didn't pick it up, I'm sorry, that's my bad.
I know I uploaded not too long ago. Four days ago? I don't know, this just happened... And it's the longest chapter yet! I guess the weather was good for writing, all cloudy and rainy, it just put me in the mood! I'm rambling. Anyways, a shout out to TheOrangeLight, my very first reviewer! I sincerely hope I was able to achieve what you recommended for the last few chapters. I wanted to say something before but also wanted to wait until this part of the story. I know didn't dial it back very much but... you'll get it sooner or later.
See what I did there? Ahaha Okay! Bye-bye!