alright, i decided to take a little break from the fucked up stuff, so this chapter is leaning more towards the funnier and goofier side. sick freaks out there, don't fear. the usual mood will pick up again in the next chapter. i hope you guys like it. im not the greatest at comedy, but hopefully this didn't come out too bad. read and review ^_^

The Darker Side of Me

Chapter 12

"Fucking bored," J.P. muttered.

Kouji glanced over at him. "So, then go do something to entertain yourself."

"But that's the thing. I don't know what to do."

"Go eat something," Tommy offered.

J.P. shook his head. "Not hungry anymore."

"Then go run around the house, tubby!" Kingston was even more pissed off than earlier, seeing how now his entire face was covered in permanant marker.

"I'm not tubby, I'm big-boned. So shut up," J.P. snapped. "Besides, I don't have the motivation."

"You know, you must really be a dumbass for constantly insulting us," Kouichi said to Kingston.

Kingston glared at him. "Screw you!"

"Wanna throw some darts?" Kouji asked.

"Sure, why not?" J.P. picked up a handful. "Where's the target?"

"Right in front of you," Kouji replied.

"Hey! I'm not a target!" Kingston yelled.

Kouichi put some padding onto Kingston's chest. "You are now."

"What are you doing that for?" Tommy asked.

"I don't know about you, but I'm not in the mood to play with darts covered in blood," he replied.

Everyone agreed.

"This is ridiculous! Knock it off!" Kingston was trying to escape once again.

J.P. ignored him and threw the first dart.

"OW! That hurt, you bastard!"

"Eh, relax. You have padding on. It won't kill you." J.P. aimed the second one.

"Besides, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger," Kouji chimed in.

"Hey, look what I found," Kouichi said, holding up a large bottle of vodka.

Tommy frowned slightly. "Where'd you get that?"

"He pulled it outta his ass," Kouji quipped.

Kouichi shot him a look. "Ha ha. Very funny. But no, I got it right off the shelf."

"Funny how we never noticed it before," J.P. commented.

Kouichi had a red marker as well. He drew a bullseye on the padding. "If we miss, then we have to take a shot."

"Miss the bullseye, or the target in general?" Kouji asked.

"If you dare hit me, you'll be sorry!" Kingston shouted.

They looked at each other. "The bullseye," they said unanimously.

"That way we're more likely to have to take a shot," Kouichi added.

"I don't believe this....." Kingston muttered. "I don't FUCKING believe this!"

J.P. took his turn first. He missed the bullseye all three times.

"Take your shots, man," Kouji said.

J.P. took his three shots, the liquid burning its way down his esophagus. "Damn......that was good."

Kouich went next. He hit the target once, so he only had to take two shots. He downed his, then handed Tommy the darts. Tommy also hit it once and took two shots. Kouji was last. He ended up hitting the bullseye all three times.

"Dammit....I'm taking three shots anyway. It's no fun if I don't." Kouji down three shot glasses, savoring the alcohol.

"Okay, round two. J.P., you're up again," Tommy said.

Ten minutes later the four of them were stumbling around, bumping into each other. All of them had at least taken eight shots and they were definitely feeling the effects right now.

"Duuuuuudeee, you're my bestest friend in the whoooole wiiiide worlds..." Kouichi slurred. "You know that? My bestest friend......where am I?"

"Wow, that's crazy......" Kouji replied, nearly tripping.

"Why? Am I you're bestest friend too?" Kouichi's eyes were closed and he was smiling, stumbling around.

"No..........but maybe if you make me a sandwich, we'll talk." Kouji hiccuped.

Tommy and J.P. were drunkenly running around Kingston. "Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer! You take one down and pass it around, ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall."

"Noooo guys......we had vodka. Not beer. Vodka. You know, the clear stuff in that big bottle." Kouichi tripped over a chair.

"I need to sit." J.P. plopped down onto Kingston's lap.

"Get off of me, you big oaf!" Kingston yelled at him.

"Oh, shit. My bad." J.P. shakily got up. "Damn, didn't know there were two Kingstons."

"No, there's four," Tommy said, walking around in a circle. "There are also three Koujis and four Kouichis, and two of you."

"Ha! There are more Kouichis than there are Koujis!" Kouichi bragged. "That's cuz you didn't say I was your bestest friend."

Kouji hiccuped again. "Yeah, cuz you're my bestest BROTHER."

"Wow? Really? Let me give you a hug." Kouichi clumsily ran over, but missed Kouji and ran into a wall instead. "Ow...that hurts."

"Eleventy-seven bottles of vodka on the wall, eleventy-seven bottles of vodka! You take one down and then get shit-faced. Eleventy-six bottles of vodka on the wall," J.P. sang.

"Wow, I forgot that eleventy is a number. I forget every time I get sober. Thanks, J.P. You're a good friend.....so can you make me sandwich? Ever since Kouji mentioned it, I'm craving one." Tommy swayed a bit, holding onto a shelf.

J.P. smiled, his eyes unfocused. "Okay."

He went over to the bookcase and grabbed two books. A moment later he took some white-out and smeared it over one of them. "I hope you like peanut butter. There's no jelly."

"No, I've gots the jelly." Kouji ran over with a bottle of glue. He squirted it onto the other book. "There's we go....."

Kingston shook his head. "Idiots........"

"Thanks guys!" Tommy examined it, then crammed it into Kingston's face. "Wanna bite? You must be hungry....."

"Get it out of my face, you little moron!" The blond man shouted.

"Did I do something wrong?" Tommy asked, a concerned and dizzy look on his face.

Kouichi shook his head. "Nooo.......this guy's just being ungrateful. That's good quality sandwich."

"Stop it!" Kingston complained, as the four of them tried to get him to take a bite.

"Wonder what Takuya's up to....." J.P. sat down.

"Get off my lap and get that stupid thing out of my face!"

"Oh, sorry." J.P. laid on the floor a few feet away and passed out.

Kouji grabbed a marker. "Yay......a new easel." He made his way to J.P.'s unconscious body.

"Make sure it's not permanant," Kouichi reminded him. "And this guy doesn't want the samwich. Samwich. Ha, I just created a new word."

Tommy forgot about the 'sandwich' and discarded it. He leaned up against Kouichi and tried to climb onto his back.

"What are you doing?" Kouichi asked.

"Piggy-back." A moment later he collapsed and passed out, lightly snoring.

Kouichi shrugged and made his way to his twin, accidentally knocking Kingston's chair over once again. He seemed not to notice. "Let me know when you're finished, 'kay?"

"Okaaaaaaay."

"Get me off this damn floor," Kingston bitched, though he knew perfectly well that it wasn't going to happen. "Stupid drunks."

alright, that wraps up this chapter. i hope you liked it. a little bit of a change from the usual, but it was fun to do. read and review :] and yes, i purposely screwed up the grammer cuz they're drunk. though i do know some people that talk better when they're drunk.....