Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara! (Only Maemi/Jane)
When Izaya got home that afternoon, once again he delved into researching Jane Doe. She let slip she had done the same torture tactics to others; which he already assumed but until now he didn't have to mark it as 'not in character' because apparently it certainly was. And Jane-chan admitted that what she hated about him was how he raped young females.
Izaya knew the only way to discover who Jane Doe was, was to find out her victims. Although, most of the time, her assassinations were non-existent in police files as murders. 'Missing people' however, was a great place to start. Then again there were just so many. The only details that separated Jane's killings were that the humans 'missing' had to be even larger piles of trash than what humans normally were, and be 'missing' from one-and-a-half to nine years ago. Izaya knew that murderers usually didn't pick up the habit of stabbing their victims in the eye out of nowhere. And since Jane-chan seemed so intent on doing it most of the time, there was no argument that her very first victim had the same wound. And the eye mutilating no doubt started nine years ago.
That meant Izaya had to find out every missing person's dirty secrets from all the way back to nearly a decade ago. As well as the unsolved murder mysteries' victims backstory. He'd have no choice but to research from two years ago to three, four, and so on. Perhaps, he could skip a few months but he needed the timeline to add to the clues and make it come together in a sensical manner. Not to mention the male was curious how many people Jane-chan assassinated.
After each person fit the criteria, Izaya had to learn whether Mystery Girl was behind it or not. That would be the difficult part. But her tiny slip-ups in conversing will come in handy.
He had a lot of work ahead of him just for one human… but it was interesting enough. How can the girl seem so normal and boring after murdering so many people? She averaged, so far, two humans a month, excluding her five months break. Two hundred and sixteen people, if her killings went back to nine years and if the rate didn't change.
Izaya was practically falling asleep in his chair at eight o'clock pm. Not having even a wink of sleep the previous night didn't help the overly boring article about some fifty-year-old woman who was found in a lake. Not Jane-chan's work, for sure, but the elder was a child molester; not that the journalist who wrote the article knew.
The raven head sighed, "I'm bored," he said to himself. 'Hmmmm… and hungry.' Izaya thought. He was too busy intaking all the information that could possibly be related to Jane-chan that he forgot to eat. 'Whoops.'
Maemi, on the other hand, was enjoying her home-cooked meal. She wasn't the best cook at first but with the free time she had, it enabled her to improve her skills in the kitchen. Cutting the vegetables and meat was easy for the woman from the start because of… well… let's just say she sliced and diced other things giving her practice in that department. Obviously.
But understanding which spices go well together to make interesting and new flavors didn't come naturally to her. At least now the girl was getting the hang of it. She found that she mainly liked sweet things but who didn't… Oh right, Izaya Orihara, for some unknown god damn reason.
She had the afternoon to close shift this week at the café and most likely it will stay that way. At least Maemi hoped it would. She did not have a great time waking up early when the girl would always be going to bed late. Well, she went to bed at a normal time but didn't fall asleep until late. Sleeping was always hard for her.
But tonight was an absolute disaster. After that conversation with Izaya, her thoughts and memories kept her awake for hours.
She wondered if this was what Izaya went through the other night thanks to her harsh words. Maemi completely spilled his secrets out all over the table. She exposed him with no right whatsoever. But she kind of wanted to know what he'd do. And the girl made him cry! What the hell! Sure, he played it off like he thought it was funny but Maemi knew better. So did he.
Did he know what she was really doing in the kitchen? If he did why did he ignore it? What did he have to gain from that? Did he feel like he already said enough? Maybe he was leaving it for another time.
Was that nicer or crueler?
Soon it was time to wake up for Izaya, he had many dealings today that he had no choice but to attend to. 'Shiki-san can really be the bother, sometimes.' Izaya thought lightly as he yawned loudly. 'I wonder what Jane-chan's doing today.'
When Maemi had finished her shift at the café, the sun was setting. Letting the city lights take control, it made the streets nearly just as bright as day time. The girl wished the whole city would have a blackout, not now when she was walking home but just some time when she was all cozy in bed. All of the light pollution blocked out every single star, which was really a shame. Shooting-star counting was one of her favorite things for the night. But her absolute favorite was watching lightning. It was just so beautiful. And with the storms the weatherman predicted for tomorrow, it looked like she was in luck.
If you're wondering why she was working so late it's because this certain café was the 'favorite' of Ikebukuro. Since it appealed to many different types of groups, this only made sense. The boss didn't kick out gang members, as long as they paid. The girls who worked there were all very polite. There were no strict rules with changing the meals on the menu, in truth, it was mainly just guidelines. There were electric sockets for laptops in each booth if customers wanted it, free of charge. It was close to a high school which brought in a rush of students when school hours died, or the truants looking either nervous or fed up with school. The normal, really. However, its coffee was what made it number one. The coffee bean blend was smooth all the way through to when it first touched one's lips to the deep pit of the stomach. It was almost sweet in its own way. Bitter and sweet if you will. There were never any spillages from the barista or the waitresses. The mugs and saucers had quite the charm with its slightly decorated sides. And the cappuccino and latte art was always a must adding to the appeal. The customers' demand for long opening open was easily obeyed.
But enough about where Maemi Shimizu worked part-time. There were much more important things like the way the Black Rider zoomed silently through the city of Ikebukuro. And how the normal citizens ran and crowded around the corner just to see a glimpse of him or her.
The biker was always so fast, Maemi or everyone never got to get a good look. The young woman somewhat wondered if the rumors were true. Did the Black Rider really have no head? And if so who cut it off? And why is the body still moving around on its own? And… was it a guy or a chick? Because from what Maemi saw, which was very little, the figure resembled a female with curves that probably exceeded Maemi's.
She wasn't very proud in having her boobs not be as big as she hoped they'd be but… it did come in handy for playing young girls… and guys. Though, she'd still have to wear a chest binder for a male role. The multiple-named woman wanted to say that she was a C-cup but… well… what does 'but' start with? Yeah. At least it didn't start with 'a', right? … Okay, sometimes she fitted into an A-cup. Sometimes.
When Maemi finally closed the front door to her home, she instantly took that god awful wig and wig cap off releasing and revealing her short straight dark chocolate hair. She tousled it lightly into a more comfortable position with it flowing freely. 'Time to become-
A voice chimed interrupting the unknown woman's thoughts, "So that's what-
She immediately grabbed for her knife, fluidly moving her body to throw it until she saw the face that belonged to the sudden voice. She let out a shaky breath, "Don't!" she lowered her voice, "… do that." The girl pulled back her hair massaging her scalp with her free hand. Inhaling deeply she tried calming her fastened heartbeat. Maemi connected her eyes with red ones. "I could've… Are you a fucking moron?" she exclaimed. She flipped back the blade and put it back in her inside pocket.
Izaya just chuckled, "Still have the instincts of a killer, I see."
The young woman clenched her teeth together, "'Once a murderer, always a murderer.' Am I right?" she said trying to hide her spite.
Author speaking! Umm... Not the most interesting chapter... especially compared to last week's but that's why I made it short hee~ Well, shorter than my already short chapters...