((Hi, guys! I thought I'd quickly update this..I was just wondering if ya'll would like me to draw out this fic a little more..Like if you'd prefer Three parts per day or so..or if you'd just like me to make this a quick little series, with only one entry per day so that there's only seven chapters? I'd love to hear your inputs! Don't be afraid to review!))

Chapter 3:
Day Two: Early Morning:
Twister

Kakuzu laid in bed, staring up at his ceiling like he had been doing for the past few hours or so. He wasn't entirely sure how long he laid awake; he was only sure of the fact that he hardly got any sleep. The base was normally rowdy at night, but it wasn't so bothersome to keep him awake. He was used to the running of the shower, the buzz of the television, the static of the radio, and the occasional shouting that raged between members. However, as he lay awake, he noted that the base was much quieter, muffled talking replaced the yelling, no one ventured into the bathroom, and all electronic devices were shut off. Something was wrong.

Then, the pounding footsteps of two specific tots resonated into the air, reminding Kakuzu why everyone seemed to retire into hiding. There were now twin terrors romping around who seemed to be able to raise hell in the short time they were stationed at the base. They even managed to silence Tobi's outbursts a bit; for he would shriek and throw his hands to his crotch in a protective manner once Kyo was spotted.

Bed springs squeaking in protest, Kakuzu shifted his weight and sprawled out on his side, his head resting on his bicep. He stared into the murky darkness of his room, waiting for the morning to embrace the night.

Kakuzu awoke to the sneering sound of the paper shredder. Groggily sitting up, his fingers slid his mask back to eclipse his mouth and nose before swinging his legs over the side of his bed. With a grunt answered by the groan of the paper shredder, he rose to his feet. After walking over to his closet and slipping on his Akatsuki robe, he ventured out into the hall.

He could hear snickering and the roar of the shredder as he turned left down the hall, descended the staircase, and landed himself in the den. Deidara was sulking on one of the couches again—which wasn't surprising after he lost his beloved ponytail-, Konan was sitting on the opposite side of the blond haired man, a soft smile engulfing her lips, Kisame sat on the couch adjacent to the occupied one, snickering, and Hidan—the little bastard—was sitting beside Kisame, a smug look playing on his face. All the while this was happening—whatever this was—Tobi paraded around the room, flailing his arms and muttering intelligible strings of words that Kakuzu was sure not even Tobi knew the meaning of. What the hell was going on?

Stalking closer, Kakuzu discovered the meaning behind the gathering. The twin terrors were perched next to the paper shredder, shredding rectangular pieces of paper one by one. But wait, it wasn't paper...It was...

Money?!

Kakuzu could feel the world tilt out from under him as he clutched his fists, his rage threatening to burn through his very core and engulf the entire room in flames. "What are you rats doing?" he shouted, stomping toward them.

"Here comes the Zombie Hulk," Kisame whispered to Hidan, cackling at his own joke.

"Give me that!" Kakuzu trumpeted, snatching the money out of the twins' hands. "Why didn't anyone stop them?" he demanded, glancing around at the room of spectators.

His eyes momentarily landed on Tobi, who scuttled behind his senpai with a muffled, "Tobi's a good boy!"Deidara greeted his partner with a grunt and shoved him away from him. Tobi only retorted with a whine before plopping down on Deidara's lap, earning himself another grunt and a knock over the head from his beloved senpai.

"Calm down," Konan commanded composedly, to both the bickering teammates and Kakuzu, who still stood raging in the center of the den.

"Yeah, get those tendrils out of your ass," Hidan piped up from his spot on the couch.

"How can you allow precious money go to waste?" Kakuzu raged, clutching the money in his hand so tightly that if he were mortal, the veins would've rose from his hand and his knuckles would've turned white from loss of circulation. "Money's the only dependable thing in this world!" He boomed.

"Kakuzu," Konan interrupted, carefully eyeing him from her seat. The twins' attention was now directed toward the raging man, their faces turned skyward to look up at him. She was just hoping that Kakuzu wouldn't make sensitive Kora cry.

"No! Don't try to calm me!" he retorted, shaking his fistful of money wildly.

"But—"

"Do you realize what this loss of money could do to this organization? Do everyone?" he shouted.

"Hey, asshole," Hidan called from his perch. "It's fake."

"You religious waste, did I ask your opinion—" Kakuzu paused, the words saturating through his brain. "—Fake?" he all but squeaked.

"That's what I was trying to tell you," Konan replied, rolling her eyes.

"—Not real?" Kakuzu looked at the money in his hands, appalled by the fact that he hadn't noticed earlier.

"Dumbass," Hidan muttered under his breath.

Kakuzu paused, staring directly at his mission partner. "Fuck you and fuck your couch," he grumbled suddenly, and turned on his heels. He was going to need another nap.