Thanks to Izaya not knowing the meaning of food, the pair were driven out of the complex to get something to eat. Both of them knew of a café nearby but neither sort out the on a place. Even so, it seemed as though they had an unsaid agreement judging but the way they headed in the same direction.

Venturing out in Shibuya was something that she didn't like it at all. Shibuya Crossing was full of people. Having to weave through all the fucking morons was highly annoying. The constant bumps in the shoulders and the occasional elbow in the ribs was enough for Maemi or rather Kyoko to explode.

Her fuming only gained chuckles from Izaya who was having no problem dodging all the people coming his way. He'd hear the mock-raven head hissing, "Fucking watch it!" at some humans bumping into her. Or the one time she yelled, "You have eyes! Fucking use them!" when she wasn't even taken note of - the man, being too busy with whatever was on his mind - Izaya could have sworn Kyo-chan muttered a quiet, "I may as well rip your fuckin' eyes out." Izaya had a small debate in his head whether Kyoko's words were empty or not.

'Empty,' he opted. 'Well, maybe she'd land a solid hit on him but that's it…' Peering at the woman's cold glare, Izaya added another, 'Maybe more.' After pondering a little longer still weaving through the crowded streets, "Jane-chan, I'm not even hungry~" the male piped.

"That's not my na- Don't call me that in public!" she hissed, her cut off sentence being taken note of by the crimson-eyed male. "You should be hungry," she continued. "You only had rice balls and two cups of coffee yesterday." Izaya opened his mouth, "I saw the mugs in the sink! So don't deny it. If I wasn't there you would have only had the bloody coffee!" she huffed.

"So?" Izaya said easily.

"Wha-" the woman was at a loss of words for a second. "God, you're a fucking moron," she drawled. "You need to look after yourself, Izaya," She rolled her eyes, her words were more like a commandment; something Izaya was never really fond of.

"You really are sounding like a mother. Nag, nag, nag. Really, Ja- Ma-" Izaya stuttered for a bit deciding on what name to use. "Kyo-chan!" he finally managed.

"Still not my name," the woman muttered. That stupid nickname was really getting on her nerves.

"You know, you've been in a bad mood ever since we left my apartment. What's wrong with you?" He tried to think of a reason for her erratic behavior but… nothing came to him except the people nudging into her. But it could also get busy in Ikebukuro, why would it bother her now? She was all smiles before. What possibly could have happened? "Don't be such a stick in the mud, Kyo-chan," Izaya teased.

"I'm not your mom. I'm not a stick in the mud. And I'm not in a bad mood." The woman tried to hold back her annoyance knowing it would only encourage him like the child he was.

"Oh right! You said to see you as a friend," the male went on.

"At the most," she added. "An acquaintance, really. And a shitty one, at that."

"But Kyo-chan~ We've slept in the same bed twice." Izaya held two fingers up wiggling them before pocketing his hand back in his fur-trimmed coat. "How is that only acquaintanceship?" He giggled at the glare he earned by the sometimes harsh woman. To be honest, Izaya was even giving himself a kick. They weren't friends. Relationships such as that only got in the way of being rational-

"I didn't ask for it the second time!" her cold hiss was enough for the people twenty feet in the woman's radius to shiver violently. However, even though it was aimed at Izaya, the chilly blast seemed to jump over him. Or maybe, it was blocked by a shield. Whatever it was, it turned into a blade as the male smirked widely.

"Says the one that was snuggling up to me~" he sang not being able to resist the temptation.

The woman made sure to mentally throw daggers at the impossibly-irritating male, before turning away and staying completely silent. A few moments later, it was a relief to finally get out of the crowd and sit in a café. Slumping down in the wooden seat the unknown female was familiar with. When here, she'd always pick this particular spot. If it was taken, she remembered how she'd wait until the table was cleared.

Izaya took the seat across from the woman, sitting down a great deal more gracefully. He had his all-knowing smirk growing on his face. The raven recalled noticing a woman pretending to read in the exact seat Jane-chan was in, as she watched him nearly every morning getting his long-black. She woman had 'hazel' eyes and near-to-black hair that was loosely braided, stubborn strands falling out. His stalker. 'She remembered this place from back then? So that's why we didn't have to say where we were going.' He giggled a little at the thought. Once they ordered something to eat, they waited in silence. Maemi's mind was too busy, though no one would guess with the way Kyoko's body was slouched and so utterly relaxed.

Maybe it was because of the convenient placing of the café or the group followed them, Maemi doubted that though from what they were saying. The men from last night had walked in, or three of them that is. Wow. That was last night? The scrawny guy, the one who saw her and man in the car. The woman supposed the big guy was in… recovery. His head was bleeding… oh god. She didn't kill him, did she? Shit! She should have asked Izaya how he was doing. Oh, but he was a fucking asshole anyway! Oh but-

"Damn that guy!" the plastic-faced guy said. It seems they hadn't noticed the pair as they sat down at a booth two spaces away to the right. "And that chick! She stole my knif-

"Shh!" the skinny one hushed Izaya's look alike, Nakura.

"Don't shut me up, shrimp! You're the one who messed up first!" he hissed.

"I couldn't see anything!" 'Shrimp' tried to defend himself.

"Then why didn't you turn on the fucking lights, you moron!" Nakura had seemed to have long lost his patience. And the odd group's fatigued state, with black bags under their bloodshot eyes, only added to their irrational actions.

"Because if she was asleep and the lights were suddenly turned on, of course, she'd wake up!" the small-fry gritted out, voice getting louder with each word. It was as if he'd said the line over and over but the others didn't listen. Understandably, if the woman might add.

"Shut up, you two! We're in public!" the third, Kumaru if memory served right, said through his teeth. His voice was harder to listen in on.

"Whatever!" Nakura said. "Are you in or not?" he harshly asked having a serious face on but Kyoko and Izaya saw the cowardice behind the 'Leader' façade. Kumaru with his dark green eyes stared at Nakura, lips opening but closing at the sound of the scrawny male's drawling tones.

"… If we can't take down a little girl then how are we going to get rid of Izaya?"

Izaya's smirk grew wider in interest. 'Finally making your move then, Nakura-kun~' he thought with glee.

"She wasn't a little girl," the third said, "She was definitely older than nineteen."

"Exactly," the lookalike exclaimed jumping at a way to convince them. Even after the years of imitating Izaya, on the raven's his orders, Nakura still hadn't picked up on the original's manipulative charm. "Izaya lied. He wasn't messing with her. He was messing with us!" Nakura scowled, "He's always been that fucking way!"

"No, no, no~ Nakura-kun!" Izaya chirped gaining wide eyes from the group their heads snapping towards his tones. "I wasn't 'messing' with only one side. I was messing with both!" With a bounce in his step, he walked to their booth.

Maemi lightly facepalmed herself, shaking her head, 'Does he want them to try to kill him! Seriously!' she thought indignantly.

"Wait… isn't she-" Kumaru had spotted Kyoko but was cut off at another's surprised and wary voice.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Nakura gasped. From the face he was pulling, Izaya imagined his promised lifetime-toy was cursing at an unfathomable rate in his head. The faked red eyes fell upon the woman in a seat behind Izaya. "With her!" Nakura continued the question and rudely pointed his index finger at the mock-raven. Speaking of which, Nakura's hair wasn't dyed again. Oh well… At least they didn't look too alike standing side by side. It wouldn't agree very well with Izaya if they looked like twins. At the moment Izaya deducted humans would think they were brothers or cousins. When Nakura actually dyed his hair black, he was a superb substitute or… decoy but not too much so that humans couldn't see the differences.

Izaya giggled, easily responding, "Oh nothing much. And you?" he prompted by giving a pointed glance at the adult-wannabe and scrawny human sitting stiffly in the booth, not knowing what to do. Nakura didn't reply; too busy thickly swallowing with a dry throat. Seeing this, Izaya piped up since the other wouldn't. "Oh! That's right! You were recruiting humans to, what was it? 'Get rid' of me?" Izaya's smirk was ever so wide.

"Th-That's… no, we aren't- we…" Nakura struggled to come up with an excuse. He was practically pissing his pants.

"Wow. This guy really is pathetic," the woman plainly stated. Four pairs of eyes – maybe more – following her sounded thoughts, she only stared back eyes half-lidded by a constant knit in her brows. Kyoko couldn't hold her tongue. For some reason, when the brunette changed into different identities it felt natural to be… them… most of the time. And that's how Kyoko was, blunt, cold, without filler and somewhat of a trouble maker. Kyoko licked her dry lips, "I need a cigarette," she said to no one in particular. It was too bad Maemi Shimizu wasn't in the habit of smoking. Kyoko searched through her pockets anyway to only find the dull knife the belonged to the pathetic man. She pulled it out. "Oi, Nakura!" Once the man had his eyes on her again, Kyoko threw the closed pocket-knife to him, "Catch."

"Wha-" he caught his blade in a little stumble.

"Just saying but you might want to get a fucking shaper one. I haven't even used it and I can tell it's blunt as shit," she spat seeming to need to add a curse word in every sentence at least once. Her grey eyes were hardly ever fully opened but with the further narrowing, the woman looked even more menacing.

"Kyo-chan~ Don't steal the stoplight," Izaya wagged his ringed finger turning his back on Nakura. Kyoko saw the temptation in Nakura's eyes but, instead of stabbing Izaya in the back, literally, he ran for the exit. The two males followed Nakura's lead and stiffly left the café, not having bought anything.

Hearing the hurried footsteps, Izaya turned and couldn't help but laughed, "So predictable… So human."

"So fucked up," Kyoko added. After a moment, she asked, "You're just letting them go?"

"Yep… for now," Izaya chirped.

The storm-grey-eyed woman was disgruntled that she had to make her way back to her house on foot, thanks to her not having any ID for Kyoko to get on a train. She destroyed all of her past selves' ID cards except for one, Natsuki Oshiro. This woman was over the legal age, just so Maemi could buy some alcohol when she felt like it. The woman just thought it would be handy. Enjoying a couple of drinks was nice once in a while. She somewhat wondered what it would be like to be totally wasted but that thought was cut off by another. The female realized that so far she hadn't used Natsuki for alcohol supplies at all yet. She was lying low for the three months of her escape on purpose, but she didn't understand why she hadn't done it yet. The unknown woman guessed she just forgot up until pulling Kyoko out. It was like Maemi's innocent mind was becoming her own. Not that she wasn't used to that.

"You have a creepy look on your face, Kyo-chan," said Izaya playfully. She still had the wig on as they had only arrived at her home not too long ago. Wait. Why the hell did he come with her? The unknown woman didn't respond still unnecessarily stirring the coffee she was making him. She wasn't ignoring him on purpose though. "Kyo-chan?" The male blinked, "Jane-chan~" he whispered in a tune.

"Hmm?" she finally responded, though it was still a little absent. Izaya broke out into a fit of giggles that got her full attention. "What?" she blinked. It seemed she was back to being… her.

Grinning in amusement, Izaya asked teasingly, "Do you prefer to be called 'Jane-chan' or not?"

The woman hummed in thought, "A name is a name." She shrugged not really caring for what he had to say.

"I think you mean 'a title is a title.'" Izaya corrected or at least in mind. She only gave a confused look; probably not a prompt to continue but Izaya took it as one. "You have one name and one name only. Your original name. You may give yourself all these different titles but they aren't you, whoever you are. You know this but you keep hiding behind your titles to run away from every 'bad' thing that you've done. Tell me, you kept Kyoko's face because you didn't kill anyone with her, right? How many others did you keep just to remind yourself that you're 'not that bad'?" He paused, "Well? How many?"

The woman bit her lip a little harder than someone else would. She took off the short black wig and let her hair fall anywhere it wanted. "I kept four," she answered.

"That's it?" Izaya couldn't help but think it was too much of a random number. The only response he got was a slight nod. "Who are they?"

"Obviously, Kyoko Orojima. A mature woman, Natsuki Oshiro. A teen mute boy, Akira Nakajima. And Shizuka Asahi, she's quite… dull in personally I guess. And yes, none of them has killed anyone." The woman answered with a quivering voice. She never paid much attention to that last irrefutable fact.

"You left one out." The brunette didn't respond to Izaya's comment again. "Maemi Shimizu," he said.

"She doesn't count." The woman knitted her brows faintly and sat down at the dining table along with Izaya, coffee cups in hand.

"Mae-chan definitely counts," Izaya assured with a smirk.

"But she's my current self," the woman argued but it was mainly in confusion.

"Jane-chan… Humans don't refer to themselves as she or he or by their own name. Well, most of the time," Izaya muttered, thinking of the girls who thought it was cute to speak in third-person like in anime. But Jane-chan wasn't one of those annoying high school girls. "If Mae-chan was you then you wouldn't say 'But she's my current self'. You would have said, 'But I'm Maemi Shimizu'." He mimicked her confused state exactly before returning to himself. "See the difference?" Izaya grinned.

"I do but-

"Exactly! 'I'," he emphasized, "There's you peeking through again. Until this morning in public, I didn't realize how much you can change. Or… how much you show yourself to me. It's so interesting! But it's also confusing. Because… you see, it's really really hard to tell which of your actions are genuine and which are put on. I knew you were genuinely mad last night but I didn't know if you're threats of killing the group was real or not. And this morning, when you yelled at that random man and said you 'may as well rip his eyes out' or something like that. I knew you wouldn't do it then and there. But to be honest, I really believe you actually wanted to but stopped yourself."

Izaya only stopped speaking for a moment before lightly chuckling, "I still can't decide whether it's a treat to not be able to predict your actions or not. Part of me likes it but I also love to be right. Anyway~ I think I finally get it!" he cheered thrusting up a finger in having the idea. "You don't really act at all because all of the identities you have created and lived as over the years have slowly molded themselves into the original you, becoming part of you. You didn't think I wouldn't pick up on it, did you?" He nodded his head twice before continuing, "Yes. There's, of course, the crazy one who tortures humans because they deserve it. The caring motherly type. One who is quick to temper. The shy reserved one who hates cruelty. The lazy one who is depressed and numb of every feeling. The overly emotional and dependent one. The one that lies to themselves. The lonely girl that wishes to allow her true self to be explored by others. The one that's restricting herself to get close to anyone due to… unfortunate events, as if her wrists were still tied up. And yet, the one who can't help but care for others. Maybe there's even the out-going one who likes to have fun. The cruel and cold one that is, perhaps, prone to self-harm. The one who has suicidal thoughts but never acts upon them because they are too afraid. The one that regrets her whole life; trying her best to make a new, perfect one… But that would never happen. How can a human live happily while running continuously?" Izaya grinned at the unknown woman finally done with his excited rant.

"You're right. It isn't possible." The woman didn't choke on her words, surprisingly. "That's why we are both so unhappy." She shot back mimicking his eye reachless smile, "Izaya, you're talking from experience… not research like what you're telling yourself," she told him simply. The pair stared into each other's eyes blankly, before they both laughed madly. Giggles and cackles filled the little house. There was a strange aura around the pair when their laughing had ceased.

"Jane-chan, if you are thinking that there's more to me than meets the eye, I'm afraid you'll be terribly disappointed," he chuckled.

"The same goes for you to me," she whispered.

Izaya's lips dropped a bit, "That's not true. You're very interesting. I'm not disappointed at all."

The brunette's voice was nearly inaudible, "I allowed you to lie and yet you didn't allow me? That's a little unfair."

"What are you blabbering about now?" Izaya asked carelessly.

"Nothing, nothing at all." She sipped on her coffee and the male did the same. "So, is that the only reason you came here with me? To broadcast your 'amazing' discovery?" she asked ironically.

Before answering Izaya took another sip, "…Maybe~" he sang.