Disclaimer: I do not own Drrr!

Pairing: Shizaya

Warnings: It's Izaya, guys. Of course, there will be things some people might not like. Other than that, I think it's safe to say, this is boy-on-boy. Really, it is. XD

A/N: I love Kesha for writing this song: Digusting. It gives me ideas. Very nice ideas.

Chapter Three

Clanking of glasses meeting for a twinkle of moment had quite an annoying ring to it. Izaya couldn't shake away the sound from echoeing into his ears and put a finger on the sides of his head, tilting it a bit and closing his eye in irritation. With a flick of his fingers, the ear-ringing still reverbrating in his hearing, he glanced deliberately at the lady watching him.

She looked to be older than twenty-five maybe and with golden locks of hair like that, she was no doubt a foreigner. Well, it wasn't such a surprise since these parties often directed at political and abroad meetings where approaching business matters would seem to approach in social gatherings. What Izaya was doing here was anyone's guess but if one could generally put a guess out, they would doubt he was here for something good. Causing trouble was his middle name. Izaya didn't mind the accusation at all.

Unfortunately for them, Izaya was only here to observe the undeveloping, repetetive and boring politics of Japanese rich men and women. With mirth and laughs filling his background, he walked up to the woman previously watching him. Sometimes, he could not decide why he was so interested in woman but he had found that when not being overly obsessed with their looks and the opposite sex, they could actually be quite perspective.

He was only hoping but...

"Hello." He greeted with a polite smile though the devious glint in his eyes didn't quite merge the picture of politeness honestly since appearances could be deceiving and looks could be hidden. Good for all of them but Izaya never hid anything. He showed through and through exactly what kind of person he was. If people were too naive to notice than it was their loss, and his gain.

"Hi." The woman was calm and smiling, a good combination for a nice chat-partner.

It was the likely outcome of their conversation that led him to believe that at least, he had some time to kill before turning to other matters.

Apparently to his utter disgruntlement, the conversation turned into something deeper than what was Izaya's initial guess.

The woman was a bit cautious at the beginning of their chat but just like the many others, she started to open up. And to say, she had a big mouth was just an understatement. She really couldn't keep her mouth shut. She wasn't even drunk and was already too high up. Her voice got louder, laughter started spitting out of her mouth and suddenly, her golden hairs were very unappealing.

Though this amused him for only a little while, it bored him moments after. And the worst of her burnt existed in a simple, innocent query.

"...It's almost fascinating to know of two people who hate one another so much that their unfathomable attraction for each other seems disgusting." she seemed so obviously into ranting that Izaya had not yet thought about making her shut up. The "yet" however was over the moment she spilled that stupid line. He was only half-listening until that moment and when he took a good focus on what was said, he could only grit his teeth under his closed mouth. He was sure he was grimacing, grip tightening around the glass of drink he had only took minutes ago for distraction.

"I mean, how does that happen, anyway? I understand of hate to some degree cause' when I see some asshole whose trying too hard to bully people that it seems almost pathetic, I start hating them. But maybe, that hate is only pitiful negligence." she continued on talking. Izaya was ready to throw his drink at the floor any moment.

But instead of being irrational and angry (like a certain someone), he put his drink down carefully and stood up from the seat he'd been sitting at while listening to her talk. She didn't even look up at him, so busy in furrowing her brow and trying to push out food for thoughts in more than long phrases. It was just pure lame.

"I'm sorry." he interrupted her smoothly and she paused from her ranting and finally looked up at him. With a slight somber smile, she gazed blankly.

"You're going." she guessed

"Yes." He answered, getting his jacket from back-rest of his seat. "I have to go now. It's a bit late."

"I see." She stood up too and helped in adjusting his jacket without a thought, pushing his zipper up with a somber smile. He rolled his eyes inside his head. "You are certainly an interesting man, Izaya-san." Her blue eyes turned towards his. He just stared at her. "To wear a jacket so confidently throughout a formal gathering like this..." she gestured at the people at the party.

"Yes, well. I've always loved women who are passionate about their opinion." he formed the compliment. Her eyes widened at his words and she blushed. He smirked, turning away from her. "See you."

"Right..." The woman said in a small voice.

With a victorious smile, he left, the glint of deviousness in his eyes more pronounced than ever.

-0-

Izaya had always, from childhood to adulthood, had an inkling curiosity for humans and their predictability. Somewhat intrigued, somewhat irritated, he had gotten through many stages of his own opinion for people and reality. His hatred had been the most overwhelming part of life but there was a certain stage that when he passed through, he thought he was invincible. Soaring through the sky with a couple of wings. No need for comfort or rescue, he had found his own ground without finding someone else to depend on.

Love was for those who couldn't do it alone. As if they needed an angel, a savior to bring them to where they should be. The stupidity of love's positivity and advertisement was that its simple symbol: the heart was not the actual object that loved. What heart? when you thought and loved with your brain? Brain; that had wonderful, basically every part of your system down to pat. What about the neurotransmitters that reached down your spine, your heart when a reaction was to illicit inside you. It wasn't like the brain did it alone too. Hormones, sexual drive and a little bit of human curiosity was enough to cause responses like dryness of mouth (dehydration), fast-beating heart, and arousal.

The truth of it was, that nobody can understand you as much you can, yourself. You love yourself first before you love another and what love is that? It is only made-up of self-absorbed needs.

Humans truly were made to be independent, there was no need for society. Yet, they all craved social gatherings, social groups and social parties. Pretending to be happy, living for just a moment, dancing and singing like it would make anything better. It wouldn't.

And when they realize that, the fourth stage will commence.

Of course, it was all just in theory but most of what Izaya theorized, turned out to be accurately true.

A/N: Nothing happens, apparently. The girl in this is maybe an OC or a character from some other anime/manga but I'm too tired of her to realize who. She's just some person. Whatever. Again, I hate OC's so this was just to tease Izaya. To tell him subtly, "Oh lookie, you can be attracted to someone you hate and though, it's disgusting. It's not entirely impossible." I'm evil that way. I make subtle entries. Then, there's tis' about love. Yup. It's all good.

Hey, what you think of this title: "Next victim, row and row and come ere'" or what about: "Lunchtime!" what do these two titles tell you about a horror-genre story? It's supposed to be comedy too. I think.

Yeah...

Though, it's not my story.