A/N: The idea for this chapter's from Shinzui Ookami. I need to start thinking of ideas or something. :P
Pein groaned as Hidan unleashed yet another string of the filthiest curse words he'd ever heard. Something had to be done.
"Hidan." Pein calmly punched the Jashinist in the gut. "I will be enacting a new rule, starting today."
"Fuck!" Hidan yelled. "What is it with you shitty bastards and your fucking rules?"
Downing another two aspirin, Pein sighed and continued. "To curb your unnecessary and vulgar speaking habits, I have taken the liberty of creating an official Akatsuki Swear Jar."
"You fucking retard!" Hidan shrilled. "I'm more broke than Sasori's shittiest puppet-"
"Then the payment will be deducted from your scythe fund." Pein set down a large jar in front of Hidan. "Three 'fucks', two 'shits', one 'bastard', and one 'retard'. That's a total of... sixty three cents."
"What the h-h-heck?" Doing some quick mental math in his head, he broke down and started to sob. "WHAT KIND OF F-F-FRICKING BUSINESS ARE YOU RUNNING?"
"Hey, my business is legit." Kakuzu poked his head out of a nearby closet. " One ninety nine for a gram, dawg. Two dorrah for a ho'."
"That's one 'ho' for you, Kakuzu." Pein smiled to himself. "That'll be five cents."