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Kakuzu [Part 02]
Background History:

Everyone knows that money makes the world go around. Without it, you can't run your car, buy food, do all those exciting things that makes life worth while. Have you ever tried to barter with a gas station attendant for the $40 in petrol with a goat? You would get laughed at promptly and then threaten to pay up or they were going to call the cops. Yep, money. What was better in the world? Nothing. It is the only thing in your life that was dependable, better than any person could be. Homeless and poor people wanted it, the rich couldn't get enough of it, you slaved your life away just so you could make that couple of bucks to see you through. Most people would but not Kakuzu.

In fact, he was rolling in it.

Unlike most of the world that couldn't afford the necessities of life, Kakuzu was born into a extremely well off family that comprised of himself and his father who was a high government official. His mother died at an early age so he never got to know her. Women were supposed to be the loving and nurturing side of a child's life that formed the closest bond with their infant. He got to bond with his nanny most of the time, rarely seeing his father except for the occasion "Hello son, how is the report card?" from time to time, never sticking around to hear the answer from him. Yeah, whatever. The guy was busy after all doing all those decision making stuff to make the country for the better. It only stung for a while when he was in his younger years, toughening up quick smart instead of going to the whiny side that most of the other kids in his school did. When you were that successful, children were only a hindrance that got in the way of the bigger picture and of course, there was nothing that a big, shiny, over expensive present couldn't fix.

There were other ways to get attention after all. When he hit Middle School, there was a group of 8th Graders that had designated themselves the heads of the school, trying to shake down the lower levels for money in some kind of preppy gang fashion. They failed miserably with their idle threats and shoving around, not to mention that all if would take was one small punch to the face to get them crying and handing over the wad of allowance their parents had given them. Kakuzu was not some avenger for the weak by a long shot, seeing it going on and ignoring it for better things to do. He watched them for a while to see how they operated however, seeing the amount of cash they were bringing in on a daily basis. $400, $500 easily. A lucrative business they had going on there. Although their tactics were completely pathetic, he believed he could do better at it, there was no need to concern himself with them until the day that they had picked him for their next target.

If only they had scouted their victims instead of going down the enrollment list one by one, then they would have worked out that Kakuzu was not going to be someone that was easily taken down. If there was one thing useful that his father had given him, that was sending him to martial arts lessons from a young age so he could protect himself from anyone that might try to kidnap him as leverage to get what they wanted out of someone that powerful. It was a good thing that they were so rich because after he was finished with them, plastic surgery was needed to correct some of the injuries he had given them. If bleeding all over the polished floors was not bad enough, to add insult to injury, Kakuzu gave them a taste of their own medicine by taking their wallets, leaving them broke and himself a grand richer.

There was not point to it at all, he wasn't trying to set an example that bullying was not the way to go as there would be someone stronger than you to take you out. He just wanted the cash.