Akatsuki Fundraising Idea #26
Kakuzu was missing again.
No one else had noticed, but ever since those rank bastards had sold him as an experimental corpse for med students to dissect, Hidan was sensitive about these things.
He couldn't find his money-grubbing, arsehole of a partner, and he was beginning to panic.
Kakuzu slipped into the base, as quietly and unobtrusively as possible. He didn't need anyone knowing that he'd been out for something aside from missions. And he intended to keep the money he'd made to himself. He saw no reason to add it to the organization's coffers. Those idiots would just use it to buy more ingredients or stalls or rope! The very thought of some of their half-witted ideas was making his blood boil.
Zetsu's plant sales were a different matter entirely. Anyone who'd seen Zetsu in his greenhouses could tell he was running way below budget. He was even using Kisame to water the plants. No, the plant man was off the hook.
But those other morons, stealing Kakuzu's money and wasting it on such trivial attempts; well, he was not letting them grab hold of his personal stash.
He opened the door to his room and his eyes narrowed.
Hidan was asleep on his bed.
Being scared of their colleagues was no excuse for invading personal space. Touching was way across the line.
But Kakuzu was calm, level-headed and shrewd.
He grinned diabolically.
Hidan woke up to a torrent of feminine giggles. Soft hands ran over his body and he tensed, looking around him in a panic.
A bevy of beautiful, young, scantily-clad women smiled down at him, allaying his fears somewhat at finding himself pawned off once more. At least they weren't looking to carve him up.
They giggled amongst themselves, tittering about him being awake, and so handsome, so strong, so fit. He relaxed, starting to enjoy himself.
Until he tried to touch one of the ladies' tempting curves and found himself restrained. It wasn't anything as crass as hand cuffs. In fact it felt like silk. He tugged on it.
Steel reinforced silk!
"What the fuck?"
"Uh, uh… no swearing." They giggled as one pert, bold little vixen straddled him. She flexed a hunting crop between her hands and smirked down at him maliciously.
"Oh, shit!"
"What did I just say!" Her face hardened, though the mirth increased and she brought the whip down across his face.
Still smiling, the other ladies followed her lead and Hidan found himself being struck over and over again.
"KAKUZU!"
Renting Hidan out as demonstrative doll for the local school of Dominatrix: Success