Four
Kakuzu scowled as he entered the room, overwhelmed by the strong, pungent smell of burnt pancakes. Sighing, he trotted towards the kitchen and swung open the sliding door with too much force than necessary.
What greeted him was the sight of a silver-haired Jashinist dressed in an apron, rubbing at his hair with charcoal-black fingers that reeked of burnt coal. Kakuzu resisted the urge to gag and instead, stepped forward with his hands on his hips.
"Hidan," he growled menacingly, keeping his gaze straight. "Explain the situation." He gestured towards the burnt stove and an unidentifiable black object on a pan. "What are those?"
Hidan grinned sheepishly. "Etto…I was just tryin' to make breakfast," he said. Upon seeing the glare that Kakuzu directed at him, he added quickly, "…For ya!"
Kakuzu's eyes narrowed into thin slits. "How many times did I tell you not to step foot into the kitchen?"
"How 'da fuck am I supposed to remember?" came the reply.
"…Hn," Kakuzu grunted. "I don't care either way. It's your responsibility to clean up." He pointed at the mess with one finger and turned to leave.
"Ehhh…Kakuzu! What about the breakfast?" Hidan widened his eyes, his lips pouting.
"You idiot, it's burnt," the miser replied loudly from the other side of the door. "Do you wish to kill me?"
Hidan stared thoughtfully at the burnt pancakes. A few moments later, a devilish smile slowly formed on his lips and he began to serve the food on a plate.
"If he doesn't want them, I'll feed him!"