p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;" On top of everything Kakuzu was fastidious—after all, it wouldn't do to lose a penny or dime to the couch cushions. He had a metal detector specifically for sweeping the floors of vacated (by death, not choice) tenant houses, halls, and stairwells. It was only while doing a routine cleaning and detection that he found the rosary under his bed. It smelled liked roses, he flicked it hearing a clear bell-like sound. Real silver, extravagant asshole. He tucked it in his pocket thinking of pawn shop three or so blocks off, thinking of the sum he could get for it. Maybe he could sell it as a novelty item on eBay or Amazon. br / Kakuzu finished cleaning. He organized his papers and checked to see if that blond idiot was late on rent again. Silver prices were low, maybe it was best to hold onto it until they went up, for fiscal sake. He put on water to boil and sat down with his book on sums. They kept changing the math, he needed to keep up or those young bastards would scam him, unless they were all as stupid as his tenants, especially the / When the teapot whistled he marked his place with the rosary. When he got a call about that brat from the upper floors he was forced to leave it there with his cooling /br / This brat his parents just let him run around the place. If they weren't so reliable with rent and low maintenance in other respects he'd regret having them on the lease. This time the kid had really started a shit show. br /The brat had positioned himself in the middle of a hallway clearing violating several fire codes. He was in a massive cardboard box with Puppet Bonanza written in brightly colored markers across it. br / Kakuzu sighed exasperatedly, "Where are your parents?" "Work," Tobi peered over the edge of his cardboard making a shushing motion, "Tobi is practicing. He is going to bring together the building with a Puppet Show. Mr. Sasori loves them, Tobi loves them, Sempai will love them. Rivals will bond just like in anime. You can come to Mr. Kakuzu. You must love puppets too because everyone loves puppets!" Kakuzu looked around, no one else was in the hall, but he felt like he was being watched on one of those candid camera shows. br / "I don't care for puppets."br / The kid's voice dropped sea deep like a demon's, "Everyone likes puppets." br / Kakuzu nodded. As much as he very much did not like puppets, the imbeciles voice had shifted from its chipper tone to something strangely deep which resounded oddly in his soul. The change was so quick and brief he was already convincing himself it hadn't happened at all./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;" Kakuzu did his rounds looking for violations, unsolicited messages on the cork boards runs in the carpets. He noted all inconsistencies in his notebook. He was going to have to replace the carpet, the potential for lawsuits was starting to outweigh the cost of replacement. Also, he suspected death was soon in the works for a select few of his older tenants so he had to be prepared to draw in / When he passes Sasori's place he knocked hoping he could get the guy to wrangle the kid to no answer. He tried that travesties place to with no luck, the guy must actually be working for once. Maybe he'd found his calling in The Rocky Horror Picture Show, or more likely at the local Burger King. br /He went for the emergency option, Pein and Konan, neighbors to the dumbass albino. The kid hung around them too and it was useless trying to talk to the parents about /He knocked hard, "Landlord open up." There was no answer. As the door was unlocked he let himself in. The place looked like shit takeout containers ready to rot on the coffee table, a cat that Kakuzu knew belonged to the hoarder on floor five was had dumped several things off the shelves and had itself tangled in a fluorescent pink thong. A burning smell wafted from the kitchen. To top it all off loud guttural sobs were coming from the bedroom a sad accompaniment to emo music. He made sure the oven was / "Angel is that you?" A sob echoed from the bedroom. Pein appeared at the door in an extremely ugly bathrobe, sandals, and a straw hat, only those three things. He wasn't even good looking just and emancipated mess. His eyes clouded with tears, "Ka—kakuzu?" br / "The fuck kind of bomb went off in here. Do you want to pay damages?" br / Pein had collapsed and wrapped his arms around Kakuzu's feet getting snot all over his freshly polished shoes. He tried to kick the guy off but it took the blow surprisingly well./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;" "I'm charging for this," Kakuzu muttered as he gave Mr. Muffins the boot. Already he'd dumped everything loose into a fresh trash bag. The way he saw it this was protecting his investment. He wasn't letting his tenants treat the property like it was rental. This building was a safe place in the middle of a shitty neighborhood purely because he reputation keeps the shady types out with the trash, which he suspected he'd have to take down with him when he left. Pein was laying back listlessly on the couch his robe still gaping. Kakuzu threw a pillow his / "She left."br / "The stripper?" Kakuzu looked skeptically at the trashed place, this clean up would be worst if Konan had left she paid the bills and various fees this dumbass / "Left me…left me for him."br / So a scandal, well she'd have a better life with a sugar daddy then in this part of the / "Old Neilson, he likes tattoos." "Hidan that fuck, that psycho cult leading, albino, red-eyed, day of the dead fuck." br / Hidan? Kakuzu didn't believe it, well he did. Pein was a skinny deluded priest and Hidan (while he still thought he was a priest) was a lithe masterpiece worthy with lots of profit potential Pein simply didn't have. Also despite his complete financial incompetence he had / "Why not just go get her she's right across the hall."br / "I am god she must bow to me!" br / God so many dumbasses he really needed to get in that scientific study business, this place was a goldmine when it came to mental disorder and moral corruption. Not that Kakuzu gave a shit as long as they paid him. He didn't even do background checks. Dealers and smugglers made the best money and they'd pay some lofty sums for in digression. Kakuzu gripped him by the collar of his robe. He dragged the guy into the shower and turned it on, "Wake up dumbass and smell the coin. Because it's either that or get a job. This isn't a charity it's a business and I'm adding a fee to your bill for having to waste my precious time and thus my money on this utter bullshit."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;" Kakuzu did his rounds looking for violations, unsolicited messages on the cork boards runs in the carpets. He noted all inconsistencies in his notebook. He was going to have to replace the carpet, the potential for lawsuits was starting to outweigh the cost of replacement. Also, he suspected death was soon in the works for a select few of his older tenants so he had to be prepared to draw in / When he passes Sasori's place he knocked hoping he could get the guy to wrangle the kid to no answer. He tried that travesties place to with no luck, the guy must actually be working for once. Maybe he'd found his calling in The Rocky Horror Picture Show, or more likely at the local Burger King. br /He went for the emergency option, Pein and Konan, neighbors to the dumbass albino. The kid hung around them too and it was useless trying to talk to the parents about /He knocked hard, "Landlord open up." There was no answer. As the door was unlocked he let himself in. The place looked like shit takeout containers ready to rot on the coffee table, a cat that Kakuzu knew belonged to the hoarder on floor five was had dumped several things off the shelves and had itself tangled in a fluorescent pink thong. A burning smell wafted from the kitchen. To top it all off loud guttural sobs were coming from the bedroom a sad accompaniment to emo music. He made sure the oven was / "Angel is that you?" A sob echoed from the bedroom. Pein appeared at the door in an extremely ugly bathrobe, sandals, and a straw hat, only those three things. He wasn't even good looking just and emancipated mess. His eyes clouded with tears, "Ka—kakuzu?" br / "The fuck kind of bomb went off in here. Do you want to pay damages?" br / Pein had collapsed and wrapped his arms around Kakuzu's feet getting snot all over his freshly polished shoes. He tried to kick the guy off but it took the blow surprisingly well./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;" "I'm charging for this," Kakuzu muttered as he gave Mr. Muffins the boot. Already he'd dumped everything loose into a fresh trash bag. The way he saw it this was protecting his investment. He wasn't letting his tenants treat the property like it was rental. This building was a safe place in the middle of a shitty neighborhood purely because he reputation keeps the shady types out with the trash, which he suspected he'd have to take down with him when he left. Pein was laying back listlessly on the couch his robe still gaping. Kakuzu threw a pillow his / "She left."br / "The stripper?" Kakuzu looked skeptically at the trashed place, this clean up would be worst if Konan had left she paid the bills and various fees this dumbass / "Left me…left me for him."br / So a scandal, well she'd have a better life with a sugar daddy then in this part of the / "Old Neilson, he likes tattoos." "Hidan that fuck, that psycho cult leading, albino, red-eyed, day of the dead fuck." br / Hidan? Kakuzu didn't believe it, well he did. Pein was a skinny deluded priest and Hidan (while he still thought he was a priest) was a lithe masterpiece worthy with lots of profit potential Pein simply didn't have. Also despite his complete financial incompetence he had / "Why not just go get her she's right across the hall."br / "I am god she must bow to me!" br / God so many dumbasses he really needed to get in that scientific study business, this place was a goldmine when it came to mental disorder and moral corruption. Not that Kakuzu gave a shit as long as they paid him. He didn't even do background checks. Dealers and smugglers made the best money and they'd pay some lofty sums for in digression. Kakuzu gripped him by the collar of his robe. He dragged the guy into the shower and turned it on, "Wake up dumbass and smell the coin. Because it's either that or get a job. This isn't a charity it's a business and I'm adding a fee to your bill for having to waste my precious time and thus my money on this utter bullshit."/p
