A/N: Today, Kakuzu's answering the question!
Question: How did a fool and his money get together in the first place?
Answer:
As a 25 year old making business in today's world, or a loooong time ago's world, Kakuzu always had hungered for the green slips of paper. The currency is what he craved. Collecting dollar bills was a hard task for him. He never seemed to do anything right in the first place. Living in the town they made all of the currency in wasn't helping this craving, either. So, as he pondered his choices one day, he skimmed over the jobs collumn in the newspaper. The brunette finally found what he was looking for. He found... a job at the factory that created and printed money!
Money!
His mind only had one word in a mantra running through it.
Money!
Money!
Money!
Money!
Money!
Money!
Money!
Money!
Money! Money!
Money!
Money!
Money!
Money!
Money!
Money!
Mon--
Kakuzu jumped to his feet, dropping the newspaper. No address or anything was needed. He knew exactly where to go. To the money making place! No pun intended. Running out of his apartment, and forgetting to lock the door, he dashed down the street, in the middle of the road, dodging cars and running around bicycles. The building was right ahead of him! As he approached the door, he extended his hand, thrust the entrance open, and bounded inside. He wasn't even out of breath. It being only seven thirty in the morning, the staff still looked sleepy.
"Hi, I would like to apply for a job!" he demanded to the young teenage girl behind the counter.
She nodded, and as she passed him a paper, he filled it out quickly.
The young girl all of a sudden remembered something. "Before you can submit that, you have to under go a test to test your loyalty," she announced, pulling some of her shiny red hair from her face.
Kakuzu looked up. "What is this... test?"
She explained. "You have to drive a truckfull of money to an insurance building, then drive it back with out stealing a single dollar."
This test sounded so easy! He accepted, and before long, he was seated n the drivers seat of the largest semi-truck he'd ever seen in his entire life. Then, he wondered about something. Why was a semi truck called a semi truck? He shrugged it off. Pushing in the keys into the ignition, he revved up the engine. It seemed just fine. Driving the truck into a fast roll, he guided it about half way to the insurance building. Then, it hit him.
How would they know if he took a single dollar? How in hell would they know?
Stopping the humongous vehicle, he slid out of the drivers cab.
On the sidewalk, he glanced inside the back window, into the huge cart of money.
The mantra returned, only louder this time.
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
He pulled open the back door of the vehicle, which was surprisingly open. Reaching inside, he pulled out wad, after wad, after wad, after wad of
MONEY!
With a huge grin on his face, he didn't realize what he had been doing to himself while pulling out the money. Turning, he then realized.
He was not twenty-five years old anymore. He looked more like ninety one!
He didn't care, though. He ditched the truck, taking most of the money with him. At his apartment, he realized... I'm such an idiot.
A/N: There's your answer! Review!