Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara! (Only Maemi)

The unknown woman was doing this all on purpose, wasn't she? She was getting revenge in such an effortless way; just sitting next to him keeping an eye on his every fucking move. But no matter what, Izaya didn't let up on his signature grin or mischievous persona even though he really didn't feel like it. How did the girl read him like that? How could she tell when he was lying? No one could do that. And that test! He was the one that did that, not her, not anyone else! Prior to meeting the irksome woman, Izaya thought these capabilities belonged to him alone. Apparently not. That thought kind of made him want to laugh hysterically, yet throw up and rip out his own hair.

Maemi took in the frown of the raven's eyebrows as he smirked like nothing was wrong. He attempted in gazing back multiple times but seemed to always fail since the woman never let her focus wander.

With Izaya not being able to stare back for very long for a number of reasons, he concentrated on the TV. He noticed the woman didn't react to the movie like she did before in that casual way and maybe, she was still a little nervous. The brunette didn't dare to join him and tuck herself under the covers, instead, sitting atop of them leaning against the body of the couch.

The pair weren't uttering a single word to each other, not needing to, having already said enough. Half-way through the second movie, Maemi was feeling the weight of her eyelids. The woman tried everything to keep herself awake but her body simply didn't listen. She relaxed more and more until she was lying down on her side. When did that even happen? She didn't have the chance to answer herself, for her thoughts were drowned out. Her mind and body shutting down.

At the sound of slow steady breaths to Izaya's right and the feeling of being watched gone, it only meant one thing. She was asleep. Finally fucking asleep! Now Izaya could finally relax! Yay! It was just so uncomfortable with her never-ending stare. Is that what it felt like for her when he'd stare at her? … Oh well!

Izaya stole a glance at the female to confirm and sure enough, her lids were shut. Jane Doe snoozed, her lips slightly parted and her dark brown hair disheveled. Though the woman was undoubtedly unconscious, Izaya saw beyond her appearance. He was concentrating on her expression. How her eyebrows were in a small frown and the reason her lips were apart was as a result of her bottom lip twitching and quivering. And even though her body would have to be cold from not having any blanket enveloping her, she was sweating. The longer Izaya tuned out of his own mind, gazing at her, the more he heard her mouse-like whimpers.

Nightmares… Makes sense. After all the shit the girl had seen, experienced and inflicted.

Izaya withdrew his garnets from the woman moving to sit up and creep his way out of the bed. But he didn't achieve any of that. At the slightest motion, Jane-chan jolted in fright. The male flipped his head toward her, surprisingly she was still asleep. Slowly, her deepened frown smoothed and her arms appearing to be searching for something only to give up lazily.

The raven attempted to at least remove the covers from himself. He couldn't sleep in the same bed as her, that's just weird. And sure maybe, he had done things a heap weirder but this? No thanks. But with every move he made, the woman next to him stirred as if going to wake up. He didn't understand why it made him stop and stay in the same position for more than two hours! His body felt cramped and stiff like he hadn't moved in days. His eyes were so heavy yet his mind wouldn't stop rambling.

It went on and on about the unknown female beside him. Perhaps, her dreams reflected his thoughts. Her past, her torment, those scars around her wrists. They looked like she had struggled against ropes and some appeared to be from metal. Did she have them anywhere else? Around her ankles, perhaps? How long were those restrictions around her wrists? How many times was she assaulted? Was it just one man or various? And if so, how many men did that to her? Either way, she was still…

Why the fuck did he care? What did any of that have to do with him? It didn't matter. He couldn't change the past. He didn't do anything. He wasn't responsible for others' actions. They decided what to do with their pathetic human lives. They always did. It wasn't his problem. It's all in the past.

With that out of the way, Izaya's mind shifted to… the present. The female was way too close. This was too strange, way out of his comfort zone and yet he didn't move away. He promised to never lay a finger on her but he didn't say he wouldn't allow her to touch him, right? After all… she did kind of hug him before. That was… kind of nice. And really warm- Shut up!

The woman limply searched for something numerous times, Izaya finally figured that that something was her pillow that she kept to her side. And with every search, her body closed in on him. Soon Izaya was granted his subconscious wish that she'd mistake him for the soft cushion. Izaya, being too heavy to drag in her direction, the female pulled herself towards him.

Was letting her do this breaking his promise? He stared at her, their faces so close as she hugged him unknowing. Izaya noticed how his muscles loosened under her touch. He didn't even realize how tense he was until he fully relaxed. His body and heart seemed to have different opinions, however. While his figure melted, his heart pounded against his lungs maybe making it a little harder to breathe. He felt as if he was enveloped in the comfort of the heat of a burning bonfire. Why was it so hot all of a sudden? He pretended to not know the answer. He would never admit it. Izaya tried to close his eyes and fall asleep but how could he in this high temperature? Apparently, the silky skinned woman was also feeling the heat radiating from him.

"Mmm…" she threw off his blankets and cuddled up to him. Now, her face buried in his chest.

Would she be able to hear his heartbeat? Most likely. The female had her left arm around him while her right folded and pressed at the side of his chest. Her foot gently grazed against his. Why did it feel so… nice? Izaya didn't understand at all. Slowly, painfully slowly, the heat dissipated and his heartbeat returned to a normal…-ish speed. His eyes began to feel heavy again, he didn't bother resisting; letting them slide shut.

But in his sleep, Izaya didn't have control of the movements his body yearned for. Instead of lying on his back he rolled over, facing the woman who flinched awake. She opened her eyes only to come face to chest with a male in a v-neck black shirt. The brunette noticed that she was on his side of the bed and how she was the one holding him. Maemi grabbed the blanket to cover herself with them, launching herself to the opposite side of the bed. The television screen was so bright allowing her to see quite clearly. Izaya slept silently on his side. His fur-lined jacket was off and hung on the edge of the left armrest of the recliner. Maemi noticed how his expression looked so glum and full of anger as his lips drooped down rather than being twisted up.

Izaya felt the jump in the bed but it wasn't enough for him to fully awaken him being way too exhausted. But at the feeling of eyes upon him, he had to check what was transpiring. He connected them with her ambers and smiled sleepily, "What are you staring at now, Jane-chan?"

"Oh shoosh." She stood up and tried to find the remote to turn off the TV; little did she know Izaya had it.

"What is it?" he questioned.

"The remote, I can't find it." She rubbed at her tired eyes. Stealthy, Izaya hid the object under the covers and stopped himself from giggling. He watched her search around the recliner, under, in the knocks and crannies of it all. The male even 'helped' at one point. Maemi eyed him suspiciously. She had already found the remote but wondered if the male did it on purpose. "You search under the covers, that's the only place left, right?"

"Okay, okay." Izaya looked under the blankets, Maemi watching his every expression. When his eyes fell upon the landmark it was gone. He paused for a bit before saying, "Not here."

"Yeah, but it was there." She held up the remote. "You were somewhat taken aback just now. Care to tell me why?" she furrowed her brows slightly.

"You got me." He raised his arms up in surrender and sniggered.

With no emotion in her voice, she stated, "I really dislike you right now."

"Nawww~ but Jane-chan!" Izaya whined playfully.

"Dude, I just want to sleep." The brunette blinked slowly showing her drowsiness.

He giggled impishly, "It was payback for waking me up," he only got an hour in but it felt more like ten minutes. "You could have just pressed the power button on the side of the screen," he challenged.

"What?" she asked in utter confusion. The raven hummed with the same expression. Maemi looked back at the TV screen's side, "So that's what those buttons are for," she grumbled glaring at them only gaining another snicker from the fricken raven. She insistently got defensive, "Hey! This is my first TV."

Izaya let himself fall back onto the mattress. "Fair enough, Jane-chan." He stared up at the ceiling but notice the woman's amber eyes concentrating on him again. "What are you looking at now, Jane-chan?" he repeated.

Shifting her gaze elsewhere she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, "Umm… nothing."

"You don't have that option, Jane-chan~" he wagged his index finger at her.

Maemi shuffled on the spot before continuing, "… I can't believe I fell asleep next to you."

Izaya stayed still, not that he was moving much before but it was kind of unnatural. His lips were kept curled, though his red eyes were unchanged. The male finally turned his head to face her, "Really now? Why's that?" he asked with that same smirk.

Maemi stared back at him, "It's nothing personal," she assured him. "I just never thought I'd be… comfortable enough to actually sleep." This time she worded it better.

His rigid body seemed to dissolve at her words, much like when he was embraced and like then, though he pretended not to notice or know the reason why. "You were comfortable, you say?" Izaya taunted though he regretted not changing the subjected.

"Well… not really. Well… I guess I was but- umm… I.. ah.." Maemi felt very uncomfortable now. So much, that it was like she had forgotten how to speak.

Izaya gazed at her interesting reaction, he chuckled flipping over on his stomach under the blankets. "How cute. You're so shy, Jane-chan. Maybe you're more like Mae-chan than you lead on."

"I'm not shy! Or cute! What the fuck?" her volume was louder than she intended.

"Aww~ is someone embarrassed?" he mocked her more and chuckled in amusement.

Maemi inhaled deeply and let it out in a short huff. "Shut up." At least now she could control her voice.

Izaya just laughed again, "So mean~" he falsely whined. Some time past with the two in silence; Maemi still standing awkwardly. "Hmm… what's the time?" the male wondered.

"Don't know. But I don't feel tired anymore thanks to your annoying little game of treasure hunt," she bitterly muttered.

Meanwhile, the male searched the right pocket of his jacket to take out his phone. It was 2:14 a.m. How long did he sleep next to the murderer? Damn, he should probably be a little more careful. Oh well! "Do you want to watch another movie?" he suggested.

Since the girl had work tomorrow it probably wasn't a good idea but… she wasn't tired so… Maemi nodded silently to Izaya's surprise. He sat up and flicked the blankets to lay somewhat flat over the mattress. Laying back down on his side he patted an empty space inviting the woman to sit.

"I… I'm just going to get my pillow," she said before guiding herself to her bedroom in the darkness. It wasn't too hard since she knew the layout of her house like knowing every lyric of a catchy song.

Izaya listened as her footsteps grew fainter and fainter until they were completely gone. Closing his eyes it was as if he was back in his own home. In that large… empty space. Alone yet again. He lips were still twisted up into a grin. He wrapped the warm, soft blankets around himself. They enveloped him with a comforting scent which he recognized as… Jane-chan's hair. Izaya's eyes shot open, as he removed the blankets from his nose. That was too much of a weird thought.

The cocoa-butter scented woman grabbed her pillow and took her sweet time walking back the couch. Maybe, if she took too long he'd be asleep by the time she got back so she could just escape from this dilemma. Now she stood at the lounge, she had crept up quietly, "Izaya," she whispered. "Are you…" she waited. Maemi could see his eyes were closed, "… Asleep." She finished, no longer a question. The woman sighed in relief but also somewhat… disappointment? She was about to make her way back when the female finally heard Izaya's voice.

"So you really aren't going to kill me," he said in interest.

She gave him a questioning look, "… You mean still didn't believe me?"

"Hmm… That's hard to answer," he mused truthfully.

"You're weird," she chuckled. She slowly guided herself to the right side of the recliner and sat down making sure not to sit on him.

"No I'm not," Izaya brushed off, she had said a lot worse before. "I thought you wouldn't come back." The brunette fiddled with the corners of her pillow. "Why didn't you?" She obviously asking herself the very same question. The unknown woman stayed silent for a moment.

"I don't know." She shrugged a bit disgruntled that she couldn't answer. Or rather, didn't hadn't even thought of it. Did she actually want to come back?

Izaya placed his smile on his face, "Are you glad I'm here?" he teasingly asked her.

"I don't know," Maemi repeated but this time in a whisper.

Izaya didn't really like that response though doubted he would have liked what she really thought. Of course, she wasn't glad. Why did he even bother asking that? It was stupid. "You know, Jane-chan, you can lie down if you want." The raven offered since she was still sitting, her legs over the edge and her pillow in her lap.

She hesitated before doing so, folding over the blanket so she wouldn't trap Izaya under them. He moved over a little to give her room, "Thanks." She rested her head down and brought her second pillow to her chest so she could hug it and placed the cushion between her body and his. It was just the most comfortable way for her to sleep for some reason. It was as if the pillow was a shield of some sort. Maemi blinked slowly, why did she feel drowsy all of a sudden?

"Aren't you cold?" she heard Izaya ask. Only receiving a sleepily shrug. The male chuckled, "Are you falling asleep already, Jane-chan? I thought we'd chat for a while or watch something ridiculous on the television." She let out a feeble giggle. The girl then felt something warm and soft cover her. Maemi opened her eyes again. Izaya could see the flashing of slight concern in them, being tucked in bed with him. He sighed, "You were cold, weren't you? Besides, you've got that pillow between us," he smugly grinned. The woman noticed how he was careful to not break his pledge when covering her. The thought made her grin. And she nodded to him. There was a small pause, "You don't seem scared anymore," he mentioned quietly. She meekly agreed with a hum, trying to keep her eyes open. And Izaya had to admit, he was fucking tired too.

"Izaya," the woman whispered. He questioningly hummed back. "Thank you for playing along," she mentioned vaguely. But the raven instantly understood. She was thanking him for pretending nothing happened tonight; like he hadn't found out she was raped. But he had something to gain for pretending tonight didn't occur; it meant she'd ignore what he let loose.

But there was one thing. One question that eating him alive. "Those scars… did you get them from the ages eight to thirteen?" it felt like he already knew the answer but wanted to voice it. Though, only silence followed; not because Jane-chan fell asleep but because she didn't want to answer. He pretended that it was the first reason. "Goodnight, Jane-chan."