Havin' a Good Ol' Time

"But I had called dibs before hand….neh, Yakushi-san I insist to stop twisting it…"

"It's so entertaining after a twist or two…I can't help i---YIPE!…yes Undertaker that IS an armpit…."

"Just checking…gufufufu"

The psychotic, silver-haired trio "ooh'd" and "awed" over one another from all the little oddities each had: from transplanted, parasitic, snake flesh to the fashionable scar on one's pinky.  They all exchanged stories of success, mishap, and…twisted situations.  All had become fast friends with each exchange of mouth.

"OH! This calls for tea and treats!" interrupted Undertaker for a moment to head off into the back.

He managed to find his little jar of bone treats and three beakers.  He set them on a table, after shoving a corpse he was preparing out of the way, and began to grab little tea leaves from a shelf at his right. Mixing the contents into an odd looking teapot, chuckles and a few "O RLYS…YA RLYS" were being heard in the other room

"You were going to dissect an endangered animal for a class lesson!?"

"Someone had too…why not learn a thing or two from a specimen BEFORE it dies out?"

More laughing erupted from the man of science and the sadistic medic.

Undertaker carelessly turned his head sharply stating "There better not be any comical material being said without ME in there…!" without realizing that the sash of his hat whipped a small glass vial, on the shelf, off balance making it spill it's questioned contents into his lovely tea mixture.  He finished his new found solution and proceeded to pour it into the beakers. The coffin maker took a whiff at the drink and found its smell a bit off but shrugged it off and served it to his guests.

"Pardon my lack of china but the tea will taste no different than in a regular cup, I promise" said Undertaker with a nervous smile

Kabuto was amused by how stylish the beakers were put to use at such an impromptu moment, he made a mental note on using this in the future.  Stein sympathized with the Undertaker, as he had the same little dilemma and used the same method.  They all took their glasses and clinked their drinks in toast to their new found friendship.  Stein took the first sip.

"--and SOOOO you see in MY philosophy….EVERYTHING-" the screw head stretched his arms wide "is one big experiment and or specimen to experiment on" finished Stein after an explanation of what was suppose explain the screw in his head.

"Interesting…but you never explained the screw…" commented Kabuto with a languid tone

"No thanks I have one snake case out to get into my pants already…kay thanks" slurred a disheveled Stein, misunderstanding the question.

Kabuto squinted in half disgust and confusion at his reply but disregarded it as soon as that little familiar raspy voice in his head retorted with something about 'not tapping that even if it wanted too'.

"GUFUFUFU so that explains the exquisite embroidery to your clothing" complimented Undertaker tugging on the corner of Stein's lab coat

"Why thanks you" Stein stripped his lab coat off and handed it to the joke connoisseur. "Made it m'self"

Undertaker marveled at the close stitching and tried the patchwork on, loving how snug it was "Ooooh~ heavenly.  You certainly have a talent for clothing for a scientist"

"I take pride in my handy work though I must admit is IS more fashionable than Yakushi-san's…um…." He squinted"…cloak"

Kabuto scrunched his face as he was insulted. "I'll you know I have a new, fresh, MORE BADASS design getting prepped up for me thank you very much" harrumphed the medic as he took a swig at his tea.

"You sure?" Stein popped behind Kabuto from the couch he was sitting on. The screw head took hold of the cloak and skillfully took it off Kabuto like a tablecloth on a dining table.

"Hey!"

"You've been wearing the same outfit for the past 200 chapters" said Stein as he made some distance between him and the medic, fluttering the cloak behind him as if he was a magical pixie. Kabuto stood to reclaim his cloak but was stopped as a head rush made him woozy enough to sit him back down.

"It was 131 chapters…and I needed to wear it or else I've would've been dead meat for the ANBU black ops to haul my ass to their 'lovely' village" mumbled Kabuto holding his head in place as the room spun slightly

Stein shrugged and put the dark blue fabric on pulling the hood over his head. "WOOO I'M KAAABUTO…!" he mocked spinning in place, the tea from earlier starting to kick in

"Gufufufu playful little scientist isn't he?" said Undertaker

"Imbecile…"

"Excuse me if I'm not one to be hiding my pretty face from officials.  If I were in your skin I'd intimidate them just by showing that arm of yours…duhhhhm…remind me again how that happened?" said Stein as he slumped down on the couch beside where Kabuto was sitting, squinting at the runaway to better his vision despite being right up in his face

"As I have said I transplanted the DNA of my former master…" Kabuto began shoving Stein's face away from personal bubble

Kabuto took a small scalpel from his pocket and recklessly waved it around pointing out the places where he made his little self-operation.

"Thus the scales upon my arm and the mutation on my face" finished Kabuto pointing the scalpel dangerously close to his face between his eyebrows

"And it makes up one third of your body now if I remember correctly, yes?" quizzed Undertaker, taking a bite out of a bone treat and offering some to the others

Kabuto turned his head to answer Undertaker's question but thoughtlessly sliced his face in the process.

"Ha-ha lacerated your face…!" tittered Stein as he pointed out the long curved gash slicing from the top of Kabuto's nose down to the left side of his jaw

"Tsk Tsk Kabuto-san, so childish"

"Whoopsie-daisy"

Stein offered to stitch the wound up and asked Undertaker if he had any thread and a needle lying around. The coffin tailor went right on it and went to the back to check for said materials.  He came looking through his table, again shoving his neglected customer aside.  Accidentally, Undertaker knocked over the remaining tea in his peculiar teapot.

"Kabuto's clumsiness must be contagiou---"

Then he spotted something as he was cleaning up his little mess.  He slowly stood up and noticed an empty vial on his little shelf, completely empty save for the ungenerous little drops left in it. He took the vial into hands expecting the worse. Turns out the little vial was supposedly meant to be used on the corpse now discarded on the floor in a corner sitting twisted and upside down

"My mistake Mr. Hendric…" apologized Undertaker to his jumbled customer

He quickly found what he was looking for and went back to his guests.  Upon returning he found said guests fast asleep, the vial's contents taking toll on its unsuspecting victims.

"Oh well when in fanfiction…do what the fanservice requests! GUFUFUFU!" and with that Undertaker took his still nearly full glass and gulped it all down.  He quickly stitched up Kabuto's wound tightly as he could and flopped himself on the couch making the medic's lap a pillow.

Kabuto stirred at the movement; Stein snorted but snuggled himself back to sleep. Looking at his predicament, Kabuto looked to his right where Stein was sleeping like a petrified, stitched log and then at Undertaker who was grinning like a fool.

"Under…taker….?" He groaned

"Shush, shush little medic…" cooed the joke lover placing his hat on Kabuto's head "Ruin not your pleasant dreams"

Kabuto just drifted back to sleep, too drowsy for reasons he didn't bother to know. Undertaker however turned to his right and smiled at a certain coffin that was slightly ajar.

"I'm still waiting on Miss Kawee's payment for your funeral…is that coffin your size?  Mr. Artist?"

The coffin's cover quietly creaked open to reveal the little fanboy who had been hiding all the while.

"Um…no kind Mr. Undertaker…sir. I don't intend to get a funeral anytime soon" stuttered the fanartist

"Are you sure? I'll even let you decorate it yourself~" Undertaker enticed

A pause.

"I'm gonna have to decline your offer…" finalized Mr. Artist

"Have it your way, my offer still stands though. If you change your mind you know where to find me…just make sure you have that Miss Kawee come with her best comedy gold with you GUFUFUFUFU"

"I…I'll pass on your message…" promised Mr. Artist crossing his fingers behind his back

"Gufufu okay…good night Mr. Artist"

"Sleep tight Mr. Undertaker"

Thus the little fanboy went back to digging his own grave.