Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara! (only Maemi/Jane, Hana, and Yuuma)

Author speaking! Umm... Do I have to say that for every chapter? (upwards) Anyway! Just a warning, this chapter has violent themes, as well as rape. It's not detailed or graphic but it's still there.

Izaya was having a hard time sleeping, too occupied deliberating his interaction with Jane Doe. That woman was the definition of unknown. The male had spent the rest of his day attempting to discover her original identity. But all he could find was the same information he had already encountered during the last ten or so months.

He had found many killings where the victims' right eye was ripped out and their throats' cut clean. Many were like that. Going back nine years ago from what Izaya uncovered. But he couldn't find the connections on, who Jane Doe was at those times, how she got close enough to commit the deed, nor if she was even there to begin with. But she had to have been. Somehow.

On a better note, the crimson-eyed male knew why she did it.

'You see, the reason I killed was to… eliminate the bad guys. The men and women who didn't deserve to live.'

And the 'ex-assassin' was true to her words. With the assessable information, all the humans she murdered were indeed not very… nice.

Don't get him wrong! No matter how disgusting they were, he still loved them. In fact, that's what made them so interesting!

Anyway! Hana Kimura, for example, the woman who wasn't even buried under her real name, murdered her family at the age of sixteen. The Kimura family consisted of four daughters, a baby boy, and a mother and father. Hana-chan was the eldest entrusted with taking care of her younger siblings since her parents were busy with work. Have to say, it sounded very normal. So why did she do it? Why did she kill them? Izaya's guess was that Hana-chan felt like her parents didn't care about her. She had her studies, friends, boyfriend perhaps; her own life. But instead, she had to dedicate that precious life to other beings. Child after child, she broke even more until… POP! Breaking her sisters' necks was as effortless as picking a flower. Suffocating her baby brother in his cot was easier than trying to make him fall asleep. Smashing her father's head with a meat tenderizer mallet was the sweetest feeling. It was like breaking open a watermelon on a hot summer's day at the beach, not that she had ever experienced that. And finally burning her mother to a crisp made the house smell of delicious barbeque. Hana Kimura then took on a fake identity. She thought she had, literally, burnt her tracks well by killing a bystander in place for Hana's body, burning the passerby and the house to ashes. Hana-chan probably thought it didn't matter, but police and Izaya Orihara knew better. After, Hana Kimura or Machiko Hatsume kept killing her 'loved ones'. She obviously had developed some sort of affection and attention issues. She would get close to male and females then kill them because of the few screws that she had loose. Until the fateful day she, herself was murdered by her prey, Kokoro Yuto/Shoko Rikiishi/Maemi Shimizu/Jane Doe.

Jane had obviously set herself up as bait and Hana-chan instantly bit firm. She was literally a fish. Kokoro-chan was the worm and Jane-chan was the fisherman. This story was easier to track down since it took Jane-chan a long time to make her move, hesitating to reel in the prize. Perhaps Jane felt sorry for the woman which made the killing sloppy and dissimilar to the assassinations she generally performed.

On the other hand, there was one man, Yuuma Adachihara, 47 years old, a drug dealer who scammed as many folks as he could so then he'd acquire his own much-needed fix as well. Adachihara also purchased girls of the ages seven to fourteen, "The younger the better," is what he said apparently. But what he really meant was, "The younger they are, the longer I can keep them locked up and fuck them whenever I want." Adachihara then murdered the girls when they had the ability to fall pregnant. Jane-chan really made a mess of him. Evidently, there was no hesitation. By the time she was done torturing him, he was barely recognizable. But Izaya wasn't even sure if it was her or not. He'd better save the dirty details for another time when he figured the whole thing out.

All of Jane Doe's murders were running through his head. How many did she kill? Izaya didn't even know half of them. Hell! He probably didn't even know a quarter! Did Jane-chan really change her identity with each homicide? That's what it looked like so far. Even when she decided to not kill her target she changed her name, age, even gender on some occasions.

What screwed the informant over most of the time were the skips. No murder. No lead. It was like she jumped off the edge of the earth. Not that there was an edge. It took him so long to find Maemi Shimizu and he probably wouldn't have found her if she wasn't in Ikebukuro. It annoyed the hell out of him. Not to mention the shit that she said.

Izaya checked the time, 3:48 am. He always had a dilemma attempting to sleep but this was ridiculous. He would have to get up in around three hours. The male sighed then chuckled lightly. He pounced up from his bed. If he wasn't able to sleep, then there wasn't much point wasting time in forcing himself to.

But what could he even do at this hour? He logged onto the chat room with 'Tarou Tanaka' and 'Setton'. They weren't on, obviously. Izaya leaned back in his chair gazing at the high ceiling.

The unknown woman's voice came back to him. 'Because you're alone.'

'Shut up.'

'You're sad. Very sad.'

'Wrong.'

'You know this but you pretend that you aren't. Not only to fool others but to fool yourself.'

'…'

'… You've caused this sadness on yourself…You'll never change and you don't want to. You think you can keep everyone at a distance… that fragile heart of yours… all you've done is puncture a hole right through it.'

'… … …' Izaya smiled yet again and chuckled. His laugh turning wild like before. He placed his right foot up on the edge of his business chair still laughing hysterically. He connected his knee and elbow then ran his hand through his black hair. His laughing ceased gradually, his breath was shaky. Izaya was suddenly aware of how his throat hurt like he was choking on some kind of hot ball. Aware of the burning that spread to his closed eyes. Aware of shortness of his breaths and the slight uncontrollable shaking. Izaya laughed at the pathetic scene that was taking place. Crying was such a human thing to do. He hadn't done so in so long until now. 'Damn it!' he cursed himself. No! He wasn't weeping. he wasn't weak like that!

The male used the sleeve of his v-neck shirt to dry away the fucking wetness still suppressed in his eyes. He loathed the way Jane Doe read him like a book when he didn't understand a god damn thing about her.

Did she really quit killing? Or was she a fucking psychopath? And what were those scars from? How did she become an assassin? Did she enjoy it? If she didn't 'feel the urge to kill' then why did she start and why did she do it for so long?

No. Izaya couldn't even ask that question. After all, there was no proof that the eye stabbings were all her. She admitted to it but she could be lying or more likely unaware of the other murders. Nine years.

How old was she? It was so hard to tell with all the makeup and that god awful wig. If she was killing for nine years and she only looked nineteen, she would have to have been ten years old for her first kill. Sure there were some fucked up humans out there but… no.

'Maemi Shimizu' was nineteen. So it only made sense for Jane Doe to make herself appear that young. All of her identities that Izaya knew were recent, one year and a half. They ranged from fifteen to twenty-five years of age, however, that included the male teens she played as. With only the women, the minimum was eighteen. Age them up one year and you got nineteen to twenty-six. She'd have to be in middle somewhere. Was it twenty-two or twenty-three? Either way, it didn't make her much older. Thirteen, fourteen, what was the difference?

Thinking about all these young ages, Izaya couldn't help but recall his own. What a boring lifestyle he had. Being an honor student was certainly the worst stage of his life. He had no idea why he tried so fucking hard in his early school years. It's not like anyone cared. His parents always fucked off someplace abroad. It didn't matter if he aced every exam, every assignment, or every stupid fucking sport. It didn't matter. It was all wasted effort. He let himself get stressed out for nothing.

Izaya always spent his lunch breaks in the library and read shitty books; one of the reasons being to avoid the question, "Where's your lunch?" or "Aren't you eating?" The nannies were all useless and uninteresting women which he usually expressed to their faces. Izaya mostly forgot to pack lunch, old habits die hard. Although, when his younger sisters were shoved into the family portrait things had to change. Since Izaya was apparently old enough to look after the two spastic girls at twelve, he had no choice but to feed them and it was about time he fed himself. Of course, a nanny was always present when the boy was at school but those sour women always left straight away and came as late as possible. Perhaps they didn't appreciate Izaya's cheek and the twin's hyper and attention-seeking nature.

That was when the raven stopped trying so hard for his education that would, in his opinion, ultimately get him nowhere. Soon after, life started getting interesting. It wasn't normal. It was no longer uneventful. Especially that time Nakura tried to stab him! That was entertaining… and just a teensy bit scary when Shinra the idiot threw himself between the two boys.

'Uhh… that idiot…' Izaya drawled inside his mind, disgusted. 'Wait a second. Nakura tried to kill me when we only in middle school. Hmm… Maybe twenty-two and twenty-three aren't too off the mark,' the male thought, trying to get back on track with the mysterious woman.

It was so strange for Izaya to have to guess information because normally it would be at the reach of his fingertips. So easily obtained. But with her… nothing was easy. In a way, it was kind of fun even though it was frustrating. The slanty eyed male couldn't help but research more about the unknown woman.

For hours, Izaya sat at his computers reading and re-reading everything he learned. Fuck! Some of the things, he speculated, she did were really fucked up. But why? Why did she make only some of her victims suffer before they died? Was it… personal? That's what it seemed to be.

Izaya felt a smirk rise upon his lips, an entertaining idea boiling up in his mind.

Author again! Hello~ Wow! There's a lot of swearing in this chapter. I did it on purpose to convey Izaya's anger that he was trying to suppress but maybe I went too far... or maybe not... I don't know. Well, I hope you enjoyed and see you next week! Bye-bye!