Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara! (only Maemi)
"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.
Izaya beamed though he easily spotted Jane's malice. Slowly making his way to the unknown woman, he spoke after a moment of silence, "Before you violently and rudely interrupted me, I was saying…" he stopped in front of her with that damned smirk, "So that's what your real hair looks like."
Maemi didn't at all appreciate the proximity the male had created, "Did you pick the lock to my door?" the woman's cold tones were enough to bring about a snow blizzard.
"I would never," Izaya put on mock-appall pressing a hand to his chest. "I used a copy of your key," he grinned as if there was nothing wrong with his actions.
"What?" her voice was low. Maybe she should have kept out the knife.
"Hope you don't mind. You see, yesterday I stole your spare key," Izaya said innocently wanting to know how the secret crazy chick would react.
Feeling her fury slowly dissipate, Maemi let a tiny smile creep onto her lips. For a second she thought he made a key, obviously not. And stole? The smallest laugh left the woman's mouth. "I don't have I spare key, Izaya," she told him smugly. Grinning silently for a moment, Izaya was about to speak up when the girl 'rudely' interrupted again. "Well, I did until I lost my first key. So my spare became my everyday use," Maemi explained recalling the second week of owning her first house. It was different for her having such mundane responsibilities that apparently she was bad at being normal.
Izaya brushed off most of her words, being stuck on one particular. "You called me by my first name," the male grinned with his eyebrows raised.
Maemi thought back, 'Oh. I did,' the woman realized. She walked past him to the dining table and sat down needing to rest her legs, "Well, you call me 'Mae-chan' and 'Jane-chan' so-
"They aren't your name, though." His smile somewhat depleted. Izaya was extremely annoyed at the abundant amount of research he'd have to do just for this girl sitting in front of him.
"U-Ummm. Well… have you found anything?" she asked awkwardly.
"Some things, yes. Others, no." Orihara took a seat too, still holding his grin in place. He remembered the boring article, and one 'missing' human who could potentially be one of Jane Doe's victims seems as though he was an abusive druggy. So dull. When could he find something like Adachihara's case again?
Maemi was confused but that didn't really matter to her right now. "Wait a second. Back up. So… You did pick the lock to my house."
"Damn!" he exclaimed in fake disappointment, "I thought I got away with that one for a moment there." The male lifted his shoulders then released them after a bit leaning back in his chair.
Maemi sighed, she could've facepalmed herself from the male's social unawareness. "Just next time, can you not scare me like that. I could've hurt you."
'"Next time"?' the raven questioned in his head but dismissed it. "What?" he asked in a teasing voice, "You care about me or something?" Orihara continued infuriatingly.
The girl didn't know how to answer that, "Sh-Shut up," she whined in annoyance. His teasing manner instantly disappeared as he eyed her at a loss of words, for once. "Don't look at me like I have a fourth head growing from my third," she said calmly. "Izay- Orihara, come on. You know how humans work… It shouldn't be that surprising; you're the only one I reveal myself to. I ahh…" the woman struggled.
The raven head chuckled a little, "I never said you couldn't call me 'Izaya'."
"Oh. Umm… okay," she said shortly regretting saying anything at all.
"And… I have to disagree with your statement," he critiqued. "You do not 'reveal yourself' to me," Izaya said wagging his index finger, "Tut, tut, Jane-chan."
Maemi blinked, "Dude, I've let you see me without makeup and without my wig," she pointed to her head of messy hair. "I've let you into my home two times, not including now because you broke in and let me remind you, I haven't kicked you out. And I have admitted to… the killing and torturing stuff," she mumbled that last part feeling a little uncomfortable.
"Ahh. Yes," he spoke smoothly. "Buut~" Izaya sang, "Yesterday, you…" Should he say it? What would she do? How would she feel? The male just simply had to know. "You ran to the kitchen to let out certain… emotions. Sadness, being one of them," he purred.
Maemi clicked her tongue, "I knew it. You did know."
"I know a lot of things," Izaya smirked smugly.
She gave an obviously annoyed laugh, "Yeah. My real name not being one of them." Maemi took a stab to his ego smiling broadly in the process.
The male's laugh was a little more believable than her's… but it still wasn't real, "See? You're still holding up that mask."
"… Fine," Maemi folded her face into an angry glare. Is this was he wanted? Did he wish to witness the woman's rage and hatred for this world? The hatred for the humans he so-called 'loved'. Did this idiot have any idea how much negative energy she withheld inside? Well… tried to hold inside. "Happy?" she asked her voice was cold and low like before.
Izaya gazed at her. She slouched in her chair with golden eyes flashing dangerously. "Hmm… No, I can't say I am." He chuckled. But in truth, he rather enjoyed her ugliness.
"Why don't you take your mask off too?" she demanded.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Jane-chan," Izaya cast off lightly.
The unknown woman narrowed her eyes, "Then let me ask you this. Why did you run away the first time you were here?"
"I had business to take care of. I was in Ikebukuro for a reason, you know," Izaya smirked naturally. Annoying Shizu-chan for fun wasn't business but~ oh well.
"Oh yeah? So, what? You had 'errands' to run yesterday, the day before and today?" she listed with irony.
"I'm busy. What can I say?" his smirk never wavered but he could tell where this was going.
"Yeah," she cooed as the raven would. "Sooo busy, sitting here and talking to me." She raised her eyebrows promptly and waited a short time, "Are you going to tell me another lie or are you finally going to answer my question?"
"Oh Jane-chan, you can be such a pain sometimes." Izaya pouted exaggeratedly. "Actually, most of the time," he added grinning.
"You were angry and you hid it," the girl answered for him getting too impatient. "What is wrong with being… what that was yesterday and hiding it from you? What's the difference?" Maemi's voice was rising with each word as if boiling up.
Izaya found a window to escape from, "Why can't you say you were sad?" He cocked his head, steering the conversation away from himself.
"Because I wasn't sad!" she yelled, "I don't have any remorse for that fucking rapist! I don't regret it in any way! And I'm glad he's dead!" She didn't remember standing at any point but Maemi found herself leaning over the table to get right in Izaya's face. She quickly pulled away, "I… I don't even know why I cried like that." Maemi lied.
"I think I do~" Izaya sang out in the room that seemed to be so silent after the woman's outburst. "You might not want to hear it though."
"Then don't tell me," she spat slumping back in her chair.
"Jane-chan~ you were meant to suddenly become eager," Izaya said with fake annoyance that covered his honest displeasure. After all, when she warned him of this his interest instantly skyrocketed. "I'll tell you anyway," he chirped. "The reason why you broke down was that you didn't want to be the person to… bring justice upon Adachihara, in the first. But you forced yourself to 'cause you believed no one else would." He gazed at her wondering what she'd do next. The woman never seemed to deal with the truth very well.
Maemi was shocked as she stared into his heavy-lidded eyes. He was completely right. "I… I thought you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
Izaya chuckled, "Why would you think that?"
Her gaze slowly dropped to her hands placed on her lap, "It's a complicated situation."
"To say the least," he grinned. The pair had sat in silence, Izaya still gazing at her in amusement. Not to mention, relieved he had successfully dodged her attacks on him.
Now that she had calmed herself down, the woman was finding her outburst embarrassing. Maemi was already regretting it. She really shouldn't have done that! Looking at the clock hanging on the wall, "D-Do you want some dinner?" she offered awkwardly.
The raven blinked somewhat puzzled, "Eh?"
She squirmed in her seat, "Well, I would offer a coffee but it's late, I'm hungry and I feel bad for yelling at you," she admitted. It wasn't his fault that Adachihara was a complete waste of space. "I'm going to cook anyway so… Do you want me to cook for you too?" Maemi couldn't even bring herself to look at him. That had to change. "And don't you dare make a joke got to do with poison," she grunted bravely glancing up only to shift her eyes away again.
Izaya decided to play along, "You know me too well, Jane-chan."
"And so do you for me," she said shortly. 'Way too much,' "Is that a 'yes'?"
The male chuckled, "Sure," Izaya nodded. The only reason to agreeing was thanks to his stupid habit to forget to eat. This was the first time someone was cooking for him since he was a kid. Oh! Except for that time he made Mairu and Kururi angry, they put thumbtacks in the cupcakes they made for him to 'make up'. He knew right from the start the twins were acting suspicious so thankfully his mouth and throat weren't cut to shreds. Izaya wasn't one to like sweets very much but they actually tasted pretty good.
"Okay. That's decided then. I'm going to get changed and wash this damn makeup off," Maemi muttered to herself. "Stay here. I'll be back."
"Aye, aye," Izaya made a lazy waving of a solute.
"You can turn on the TV if you want!" she called from the bathroom doing her best to act normal.
Izaya didn't want to explain his opinion about television through a wall. It would have to wait until she came back.
When the girl did, her face was clean and her dark chocolate hair was pulled back into a messy bun that slouched to the left a bit. The rich brown contrasted with the gold flakes in her almond eyes, the yellow lights exaggerating the striking color. The female no longer looked like just a girl. Her face was a lot more mature without the makeup, not in the bad way. She was without a doubt, in her early twenties rather than still being a teen. Was Izaya's guess correct? Twenty-two? Or twenty-three? If she was that means she'd be his age… Not that it mattered.
Maemi slipped on a plan ivory apron over her off the shoulder baggy sweater. She got to work, determined to make the meal tasty for this was the first time she'd cook for someone other than herself. Not to mention if it didn't taste good then it wouldn't make much as an apology.
Izaya gazed at the way her hands naturally and skillfully cut the ingredients. He saw how she wasn't afraid of the boiling hot oil that fried the battered vegetables. The alluring smell was making him impatient as the woman had small taste testers of the tempura and the broth of the udon noodle soup. Though Izaya pretended not to want a sample.