And here I am with more of these drabbles.

But first, let's answer the anons:

Guest : My head is pretty empty, it must be why you can't understand what goes in it, there's just nothing.

Guest : It hasn't been said if Harry is a wizard in this story. Yet.

And that's it. Have a good read.


So as you already probably know, before Byakuran became the sexiest and evilest overlord that we all despise and nonetheless love, he was a college student.

And like every college student that ever was, Byakuran was a total and complete... Idiot.

"Like I said," Byakuran giggled as he put down his empty cup on the counter. He leaned on his elbows on the dirty counter and ignored how his white cardigan was slowly taking a grey colour with all the dust and grease present on said counter, preferring to lock eyes with the dark haired man by his side. "You totally deserved that."

The raven was a heap of hair and limbs, along with pouty lips and wide green eyes that were hidden behind atrocious lenses (Byakuran's words, not the author's).

"That's just mean," the dark haired boy retorted before he downed a shot of tequila. He grimaced and turned to glare at the barman. "You call this alcohol? My friend Hagrid makes biscuits stronger than this shit!"

The barman narrowed his eyes and, while he glared at the man, he took one of the bottles hidden under the counter and poured a new drink. The client smirked and took the shot without even asking what kind of drink it was and drank it. A small sigh passed through his parted lips and he nodded once.

"Sweet," he accorded. "Tastes like the butterbeers back when I was thirteen..."

Byakuran giggled (again, not that he was going to admit it though) and he leaned his cheek against his arms (no way in hell was he going to touch the counter) while he observed his friend's down another cup.

"Are you going to drown your sorrow in alcohol?" the albino asked with a slightly mocking voice.

"So what if I am?" the other retorted after a faint hesitation. His new shot was hovering at mere inches from his face and Byakuran smirked.

The white haired man suddenly raised from his slumped form and took the green eyed's hand, forcing him to move it until the drink was against Byakuran's parted lips.

The other man scowled and freed his hand once the cup was empty.

"Bastard, that was my drink, I paid for it," he grumbled before asking for another one at the barman.

The latter rolled his eyes, already accustomed to the dark haired's rude way and incredible drinking.

"Whatcha gonna do?" he commented with a shrug before he suddenly remembered something. "Wait! Does that mean that you're rich?"

"Shut up," the raven muttered while he glanced at his cup. It was probably scotch from the way it looked and smelled.

"You didn't say no~" Byakuran cheekily stated before he jumped from his stool and put his hands around his mouth. "LADS, MY FRIEND HARRY IS GOING TO PAY FOR ALL OF OUR DRINKS TONIGHT!"

Everyone cheered in the college bar and Harry moaned while he covered his face with his hands.

"Well?" his flatmate asked him after a little while.

"I bloody hate you," the green eyed gloomily retorted.

"But you aren't depressed about that girl fawning about you anymore and saying that she had always been your fan, right?" Byakuran grinned while he pushed a glass full of orange juice and vodka towards him.

"That's right," Harry made a tiny smile and accepted the drink with a small nod. "Thanks, Byakuran."

"Call me Ran," the other told him with a bright smile. "Byakuran is such a mouthful."

"Will do," the dark haired nodded and tilted his head, leaning his cheek against his hand while he watched his flatmate with captivated eyes. "But it suits you."

"It suits me?" Byakuran repeated with a slight frown. "What does? Is it the cardigan? I told you so, white is totally my colour."

"Of bloody course," Harry snorted and downed his glass. "You aren't called white orchid for nothing I guess."

"Was that a compliment, Harold?"

"Shut up and go back to drinking."

Well, he was an idiot. But sometimes he could be a true friend. Didn't mean that he wasn't an idiot though.

Because on the next morning, the first thing that greeted Harry from his slumber on his kitchen counter (he wasn't going to ask how he had ended up sleeping there. At least, there wasn't a plastic flamingo this time) was a text. And a very explicit one too.

[Please bail me out of jail. Totally your fault.]

Harry blinked and reread the text.

Nope, nothing had changed there. He then looked at the time where he had received such text and blanched. It had been three hours after they had entered the last bar last night. What had happened after that?

He shrugged, prepared himself a cup of coffee, drank it and only then did he go out of his flat and went to bail his friend.

One hour later (and after paying the fine that wasn't that big to be honest), he finally came out of the police station with a rather frazzled Byakuran.

"So," Harry drawled as they walked to the underground and waited for the tube. "What happened?"

"What happened?" Byakuran lightly hummed under his breath and finally sighed. "You decided that the first step to become an evil overlord was to surround yourself with plastic flamingos and forced me to go to IKEA, even if it was closed, to steal a bunch. Then, when the guards found us you threw me at them while shouting 'The show must go on!' and then you left me. So me being in jail was totally your fault."

"That's what you get for making me pay for a bunch of strangers," Harry commented lightly while he internally sweated at the discovery that he had tried to steal plastic flamingos. Again.

"I swear, Potter," the albino retorted while he narrowed his eyes. "If I become an evil overlord, I'll destroy each and every plastic flamingo on Earth, mark my words!"

And he did.

Rule n°3 of cohabitation : Your flatmate is famous? Don't let it go to his head and purge it with vodka.


In the next drabble, a new character will appear. It's from the Reborn manga and their first apparition was in the Future arc. Will you be able to find who it is?

Also, I'm totally going to write that Tokyo Ghoul crack crossover. It will be named "Screw that Skrewt" and will have a Harry as OOC as the one in this story.