DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains drug use and is based on true events. If drug use offends you, please do not read this story.

"And the show has begun!" Amaimon explained as he pulled out the plastic container with the brownies he had brought over safely tucked inside. After Amaimon had found a nice little apartment in Adachi, he had invited everyone to come and see it. But he had a special plan reserved for himself and Rin.

"Yukio would flip his shit if he knew we were doing this," Rin commented eagerly. "Where did you even get these, anyway?"

"I learned how to make them when I was in America," Amaimon answered. He had done a little traveling while Rin and Yukio were busy with school. It had been quite the adventure trying to secure the ingredients for the brownies back home. They were much more accessible in America. He removed one brownie and cut it in half, handing it over to Rin. "We'll eat half now and in a few hours we can eat another half."

"What do we do in the meantime?" Rin asked as he looked around the apartment. He would need to make the trip to Amaimon's apartment more often. Maybe he could even convince his older brother to let him borrow it for some alone time with a select few people. He certainly wouldn't mind that advantage to having an older brother - that was cool anyway, since Mephisto sometimes acted like a second dad.

"I have Mario Party," Amaimon replied with a smirk, gesturing to the brand new Nintendo Switch that sat at his entertainment center. They all had one, they had been gifts from Mephisto that Shiro hadn't been particularly pleased about. Mephisto convinced Shiro it was a good thing since now he could ground the twins from it if they misbehaved.

It took about an hour and a half before they felt it. Even though in that hour and a half they had only made it a few turns in the game, Rin felt his head starting to cloud. His vision was slightly blurred and he wondered if that's how Yukio felt when he wasn't wearing glasses. Rin laughed for no reason at that thought.

"I don't think we need that second half," Amaimon announced as he watched Rin and laughed. He had done this a few times, but watching his brother experience it for the first time was hilarious to him for some reason. He was a terrible influence.

"I think you're right," Rin replied, and he wasn't sure why he began to laugh so giddily as if something hilarious had just happened. There had been nothing, only silence. "I don't think my body has ever relaxed this much."

"I think you're right," Rin replied. Their game had been sitting without them playing for a solid ten minutes, and he realized it would likely never be finished at this point. At least not without Rin giving his maximum concentration to it, which he did not want to do right now.

"I told you this would be a fun night," Amaimon replied. "I knew you would be the best one to do this with."

"Well, Mephisto is practically your dad, and Yukio pretends to be mine. And you know, dad would flip." Rin could feel his words being stretched out and slurred slightly as he spoke. Yep, the brownies definitely had taken effect.

"How did we end up in a family of such nerds?" Amaimon joked. But he knew they both loved their weird family. Mephisto could be eccentric and Yukio could be a little overbearing. Shiro was still learning the right way to parent every day. But they wouldn't ask for it any other way.

"I don't feel good," Rin muttered after about thirty minutes of the two sitting in silence and staring at their abandoned game, listening to the soundtrack play on repeat. His entire body had broken out into a sweat and every movement was beginning to feel painful. Even keeping his eyes open was painful.

"You probably had too much of the brownie," Amaimon answered. "You build up a tolerance." It made sense. Amaimon definitely seemed a bit more put together than Rin felt right now. "Just lay down and it'll be over in a little while. I'll get water."

Amaimon managed to pull himself up from the couch and grab Rin a bottle of water as the teen let his upper body fall onto the couch and curled up in a ball.

"You gonna throw up?" Amaimon asked. Rin groaned, not wanting to even think about that. "I'll get a bucket, stay there." The older brother turned for only a moment before he heard the retching. He looked down and sighed, scratching his head as he watched the vomit settle on the floor. "I'm too high for this," he muttered.

"I don't feel good," Rin grumbled out once again.

"I know," Amaimon replied. He retreated to the kitchen to pull out cleaning supplies and began cleaning the mess up. It took a few minutes and he almost puked himself a few times, but he got through it and the floor looked as if nothing had ever happened in the first place. "Okay, I'm going to go get that bucket. If you need to-" he was interrupted by Rin vomiting on his once spotless floor.

"Do you not have legs to get you to the bathroom and do that?" Amaimon teased, but he didn't mean it. This time he left the floor as it was and returned with the promised bucket. He placed it beside the sofa. "If you're going to puke, try and do it in the bucket this time, okay?" Rin nodded and Amaimon got back to work on re-cleaning the floor.

Rin threw up a few more times, but ultimately went to sleep and Amaimon sighed in relief. His younger brother would be fine, he knew that from experience. But he hoped there wouldn't be any more bumps in the night.

"God I'm too high for this," Amaimon muttered as he went to collapse in his bed, leaving Rin on the sofa. He let the brownie take over his own system as he passed out in the deepest sleep he had ever had.


This was a challenge to write because the actual incident that happened was a few months ago at this point, and I don't even do much writing anymore so I had to figure out how to do this. This definitely could have been better, but I've had this idea in my head for a few weeks now and I just had to do it. I actually have footage of the real event because I had a security camera at the time (because I live alone with mental illness and am very paranoid and sometimes I think someone is living in my vents and spoiler alert, no one is living in my vents). I hope this was digestible, I haven't written for this series in a very long time.

Also, Amaimon's apartment location is based off the city in Japan that my sister moved to. These kinds of brownies are probably not very common in Japan. I know that drug use in Japan is pretty taboo, which is why Amaimon learned how to make these brownies in America. Also there is more to this story that leads into the next day for the actual events, but they're pretty short lol.

Thanks for reading to the end if you did! I know it wasn't amazing or anything.