I don't own Durarara! (only Maemi/Jane and Yuuma Adachihara)

At the chime of a doorbell and tune-filled knock, Maemi awoke. She had difficulty sleeping like usual but this time it was as a result of regret. The woman could only imagine the dark shades encircling her bloodshot eyeballs. She really shouldn't have said all those things to Orihara. It was quite cruel. Sure, he'd do it without a second thought – probably not even a first – but he didn't know any better. That raven had no idea what was socially acceptable and what wasn't. Well, he kind of knew but he certainly didn't understand. But Maemi did. She was aware and understood what was right from wrong but she ignored it at that moment. What an idiot she was being!

Maemi soundlessly swayed to the door while stuffing her real dark chocolate colored hair into a wig cap. When she peeked through the peephole in the front door, as she expected, it was her upset guest from yesterday; though he looked anything but upset at the moment.

She placed the light chestnut locks over her head opening the door after. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes before she gazed straight at the male.

"Hello, Mae-chan!" he pleasantly greeted.

"Hello, Orihara," she tried to keep in a yawn. "Did you want to come in?" The double dose of oxygen hit her despite attempting to close her gaping mouth while pressing her palm to block the not so pleasant view.

Izaya paused in silence before he chuckled lightly. 'I didn't expect an invitation,' he thought with amusement. "Yes, I would," he replied with a fox-like grin.

Maemi stood out of the way and Izaya stepped through the threshold of her home. She gently closed the door, "Umm…" this was her chance, "I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't and don't have the right to say any of that stuff. If you're here for revenge then go ahead," she urged lightly.

Izaya gazed at her only slightly noticing the lack of makeup, too distracted on what she said. The ex-assassin knew what he was there for and yet she still invited him in? This girl was so strange. But… since he was here he may as well continue. "Tell me, Jane-chan. Ever heard of a man named Yuuma Adachihara?" Izaya questioned as he strode to the dining table like he was at home.

"Oh, here it comes," she grimly thought out loud following him. "Yes, I have."

"He suffered a great deal before he died." That male made himself comfortable in the chair he was placed in the day before.

"Yes, I know."

The crimson eyes narrowed as his classic smirk slipped over his lips, "How?"

"I bet you're dying to say it so I'll let you have the honors." Maemi tried so hard to keep herself from reacting knowing it would only encourage his brutality. Just the name of that old sleazy geezer was enough to make her blood boil.

Izaya saw how the woman's hands had become rigid, only just stopping herself from balling them into fists. "Did you kill him?" he spoke with such a conversational tone and yet it struck Maemi like a dagger.

Trying to sound calm, "Yes," she answered.

"Did you torture him?"

"Yes."

Izaya's grin widened, "Did you enjoy it?"

"… No… Yes. I don't know."

"Did you enjoy it?" he repeated lightly.

Maemi sat down before she answered, "… Yes." The woman's whisper was barely anything at all.

Her company just gazed half-lidded at her every flinch, hesitation, swallow, the slight quiver of her bottom lip and the way she avoided his eyes. It was all too good. The only thing that ruined it was that she gave Izaya permission. "You made quite the mess. Blood was everywhere when his body was found. Did you…" he chuckled slightly before continuing, "No, this isn't a question. You had something personal against him."

"Your statement is somewhat wrong." Her voice was dark and menacing.

He raised his eyebrows causing his lids to open a little more.

Now, she looked straight into Izaya's eyes, "I have something personal against him. Not had. Even if he's dead, I still fucking hate him," the unknown woman spat the loath-filled words as if aiming the saliva at Adachhara's grave; if he had one that is.

"You got your revenge though, didn't you?" Izaya pondered aloud. Jane-chan's face was blank, void of any emotion. Even so, the atmosphere of the house had changed dramatically. Her negative, dark aura suffocated and tainted the air around them. If Izaya was anyone else, he would've had difficulty breathing from all the corruption that was melting off the woman.

"No," she finally replied, "It wasn't an act of vengeance, at least not for me. He just got what he deserved."

The male beamed ever so widely, "So… Adachihara deserved to have his manhood-

"His dick cut off," she finished forebodingly.

"No, no. You're forgetting important details!" He cheered making Maemi stay silent. The only sound she made being a gulp. "Adachihara deserved to have his manhood," Izaya started again, "… hammered with three inch long nails. There were twenty-four nails in total; six going down on the left, right, top and bottom sides. It was quite the horrendous sight… He deserved to then have his member dismembered. And to ensure he wouldn't die of blood loss, you burnt his fresh wound, cauterizing the base of his unattached penis. And so the fucker couldn't fall unconscious from all the pain, you injected Epinephrine which creates adrenaline. Oh! I forgot! You also chained him to the exact place where he raped – what he called – 'his possessions'. Anyway!" He continued excitedly, "Now that you had his mutilated dick in your hand, you decided that it wasn't enough. He deserved something more. So you forced his maimed manhood, with the nails sticking out, into his asshole. You rammed it in many times by the way his ass was cut to shred on the inside. I bet he was screaming a whole lot. Is that why you cut out his voice box?" Izaya didn't expect her to answer.

"Yes. He didn't deserve to scream." Jane Doe's face was still so unreadable, kind of hollow. And yet they were both choking on the heavy, hot air.

The male continued, "You also stabbed out his right eye, of course; as well as the popular removing fingernails technique however after you also decided to cut his fingers off. But no, no, no. Not one whole finger at a time. You cut to the first knuckle, then the second and finally to his palm with each finger. Except, his thumbs since there's only one knuckle. But after all that… you didn't kill him. You waited until he bled out from his throat, eye, finger stumped and ass."

"Wrong." She paused, "I ran out of time. I had to go before his buddies came. I would have cleaned up my mess if otherwise. I would have made it look like it never happened at all." Maemi gave her eyes to Izaya again, "I hate having limited time… Did you come across any other incidents like that one? Because I can tell you with certainty that that wasn't the f-first time I did that to someone." The girl tried to keep up her brave face but it cracked ever so slightly, "I-I get that it makes me…" her voice quivered, "Damn it!" Maemi cursed softly and cleared her throat, "… that it makes me a monster b-but… fuck!" her glassy eyes were reflecting the lights around her. The muddy air was dissipating, clearing. It was like Jane-chan was no longer able cast it off, now intaking it all back inside her. It was too much. She couldn't contain it. She took in a shaky breath as she wiped a tear away and laughed, "After all I've done to those people, I don't deserve to cry and yet I'm doing it anyway."

Izaya giggled, "You're not a monster," he said it so simply like it had no weight to it at all. "You're as human as ever."

She gave a huff of light chuckles, "I don't think that's a compliment."

"Well… Not really! But~! I love humans! So in a way it is."

Maemi smiled weakly, "I'm still fucked up though."

"I agree," the raven grinned brightly as he still watched the woman.

She dried away the salty liquid from her cheeks, reddening them faintly, "You're fucked up too though."

"What!? No way. I am an absolutely normal citizen." He held up his hand in a vow, though his fingers were crossed behind his back.

The girl chuckled shortly, "Yes, a mundane guy who stabbed another guy in middle school." She was trying to change the subject and distract herself.

Izaya laughed, "You know about that?" he asked in a false unbelieving manner.

"Yes, it's in police record. But…"

"But what?"

"Hmm… It doesn't sound like you. I was kind of wondering if you were set up or something. Then again you're the one who does the 'setting up'."

"Why do you think that?" he asked curiously.

She gave a fake giggle, "Because you set people up all the-

"That's not what I meant. Why do you think I wouldn't stab someone?"

Maemi thought for a moment, "Well… I guess you would stab Shizuo Heiwajima if you really wanted to but it wouldn't really affect him very much. Other than that, you'd get someone else to do it however I think you'd need a good reason to do so. Which is why I believe you wouldn't just stab a random."

"He wasn't a random," Izaya smirked.

"Umm… are you pointing to the fact that Kishitani's father is an underground doctor?" she questioned.

"You know about Shingen?"

"Yes," the girl nodded, "He has patched me up a couple of times."

"Ah," Izaya said simply. "But, no. That's not what I meant."

"Okay… then what did he do?"

"He forced me to join his little club and the pervert kept talking about this girl I had never met, until years later."

"So he was your friend."

"I never said that."

"Wow! I did not expect that. You do have friends!" she cheered still trying to force away her true emotions but it felt like it was building up; filling her entire body with something like acid.

"That pervert isn't a friend," Izaya was getting impatient though, like usual, he kept on smiling.

"You didn't stab him, did you?" she already knew the truth.

"Of course I did."

"No, you didn't."

"I did."

"Nope."

"Yes."

She chuckled lightly, "Would you like a coffee?"

Izaya stayed silent for only a second, "I'd love one, Jane-chan."

"Okay." Maemi swiftly stood and strode to the kitchen. She couldn't hold her mask up anymore. The young woman let out the tears she tried to conceal. They fell from her amber eyes like beads of lava. Slow and burning. As if they were punishing her for holding them back, for not letting them free sooner.

Izaya sat silently hearing the clatter in the kitchen. Jane-chan was most likely doing it on purpose so he wouldn't hear her sobs. But it was just too obvious. 'So human,' he thought.

When she came back with the two steaming mugs in her hands and her wig's hair in her red face, she said again, "Oh. And you didn't stab your friend."

Izaya chuckled, "Okay, okay. I give up. You're right. I didn't stab him." He paused gazing into the contents of the mug. "You didn't poison this, right?"

She laughed; it was almost believable, "No, I didn't. I'll prove it." She took his coffee cup and sipped. The unknown girl slightly stuck her tongue out in distaste, "Bitter," she muttered. "See? I'm not dead."

"It was a joke, Jane-chan. You didn't have to prove anything." Izaya grinned in amusement. It was amazing how she could just slip on her mask again after a breakdown. The male reached over to her cup and sipped it. It was sickeningly sweet and overly milky. Izaya made the same expression as her in disgust. "Gross."

She gazed at him in amused curiosity, "Why did you do that?"

"Hmm?" he asked, "Do what?"

Maemi rested her cheek on her palm, elbow resting on the table. "You're a strange one, Izaya Orihara."

Izaya chuckled, "And you're an interesting human… Jane Doe." He hated how he couldn't name her. But sooner or later, he will know.