A total of two hours researching obscure clauses, five hours on the phone, and three hours of paperwork and Kakuzu got a very annoyed insurance agency to pay for the cleaning his exterior would need. Then he made a few hundred helping Mr. Sato from across the street with his own insurance papers. At the end of it all, he could conclude there was more gained than lost from the fire relief.
It was unfortunate that amid the reorganization he'd forgotten to visit the pawnshop. That stupid silver rosary was still in his pocket when he went he brought the residency papers up to the Albino's place. No one answered so he let himself in and put the paperwork on the counter. Where was the dumbass it wasn't soapbox day and he never seemed to miss a chance to piss Kakuzu off? Was he actually working for once? Or maybe he was sleeping. The main bedroom was empty. The bathroom had a lot of beauty products but most had that caring rose scent the guy always had wafting off him. There was wax which Kakuzu hopped was the dancer's but after jell which was rose scented which suggested otherwise. Maybe the guest room?

"The hell were you doing in my apartment frugal fuck?"
Kakuzu didn't even bother looking up he just took note of two fresh tallies, "Do you have the papers filled out? I won't waste my personal time on another trip."
"Jashin will have your ass heathen."
"Like I had yours?"
Hidan slammed his hand down on the desk making the papers jump, "I had your ass. Hard as a blade you bleed like a sacrifice at the altar to Jashin."
"Did you look at that receipt before you paid it?"
"Service rendered."
Kakuzu looked up at last curiosity getting him. Service rendered where had that come from? It was more shocking than any of the albino's colorful profanity…it was professional.
"You choke on your own cock, the fuck's that look."
"Did you fill out the papers?" Hidan scowled but handed them over. Kakuzu scanned over. They weren't shit actually. It hadn't occurred to Kakuzu before that the guy actually has some level of competence in finance. After all, he somehow wasn't bankrupt, "a dollar fifty, do you want to go for an even two dollars?"
Hidan scowled, "Fuck you Heathen."