Just a little something my muse demanded I write after I sorta dreamed it up…yeah…
I don't own Naruto.
Hidan cursed as he was shoved against another copper coin, this time in a tight band (picture a bunch of coins being held together by a rubber band or in a paper thing like you get from the bank) instead of just being plopped into a money bag with other silver and gold coins. He saw the bands of silver and the band of gold coins as well but there was also a new type of coin, larger and shinier than any gold coin he had ever encountered.
"Goody, more change," Kakuzu, the platinum coin, muttered sardonically as he mentally calculated the exact amount of money value that now accompanied him in the dark bag.
"I don't see why you bother," Sasori, the platinum coin next to him said, staring at the new arrivals, "it won't be long until they're spent again, while us platinum coins will always be saved, always…"
"Money is not eternal, un!" This time it was the copper coin next to Hidan that spoke up. "We all change hands so quickly and our values never stay the same! Sooner or later, us copper coins are going to be worth more as copper than as coins and then we'll be melted down! We'll all be melted down when society dies! Money is fleeting, yeah!"
"I don't want to hear about it anymore!" A gold coin, Pein, spoke up. He thought he was the god of all coins until he was introduced to the much more epic platinum coins…and he never quite got over that god complex since he spent most of his existence in a bag with only copper and silver coins. "Every time there's a transaction, it's always the same argument! Even if you are the 'lucky copper', Deidara, you're still inferior!"
"Fuck you! Being copper doesn't make you inferior!" Everything went silent because it was someone new, someone none of them had ever heard before that had spoken up. Hidan was not happy. "All you fucking platinums think you're fucking special in your nice little holders with all of them rich fuckers but it's the rest of us that actually make you fucking valuable! If we weren't here to put up a price for your asses, people would be trading for you like back when I was mint!"
"…you're one of those old coppers, aren't you?" Someone muttered, Hidan couldn't figure out who.
"Yeah, he's all scratched up, even his date has eroded down."
"You don't know how lucky you fuckers are…" Hidan continued, ignoring the muttering around him. "You fucking platinums never get tossed around in an old moneybag with all the other coins, beaten up and scratched up. They're like fucking madhouses! No rules, no bands to hold you in place, everyone pushing everyone, it's total anarchy!"
"I agree. I'm glad I'm platinum." Kakuzu muttered, not entirely sure where the conversation went.