Title: That Green Paper
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Kakuzu, Konan, very brief mention of Pein, Kakuzu/Konan if you squint
Word Count: 486
Rating: G
Warning/s: ...Nothing really. Just. Extreme. Randomness.
Summary: "I don't do things for free, even if they're for women."
Note/s: (Done when I was feeling totally crappy because this is the only time my bastard of an internet connection allowed me to access the web.)

The wound ran the length of her upper arm, looking particularly inappropriate against the paleness of her skin. The area around it was inflamed and it was obvious she had disinfected her injury just in time before the bacteria spread.

"You're paying me for this," he said as he sat down on the stool beside their makeshift clinic bed.

"Ask Pein," was her answer before she averted her eyes from him and looked at the ceiling, seemingly unfazed by the harsh glow of the lights.

"I don't do things for free, even if they're for women." His tone was a little less than a growl, she noted, and it wasn't long till it got there.

"You never made gender distinctions." She agreed.

"You're going to have to take off your cloak." He countered and she sat up, with a little more effort than usual, and peeled off the extra layer of clothing which she placed neatly beside her. She hadn't lain down on the bed when he began his work.

Dark strands of thread snaked from his wrists and around her arm, testing before plunging into the skin with deadly precision that would have caused bleeding if it were any other person. In and out, they ran through her wound and sewed it up in as much fashion as a new surgeon who was too eager in doing his first medical mission. But it got the work done and she wasn't going to complain.

He pulled away from her, grabbing a kunai from his pouch and severing the thread from his skin where they coiled into relatively neat little knots by her elbow as her wound tapered off into a clean slash that ran perpendicular to her arm. It wasn't the most attractive jobs done to her and it made her arm look like some cross between a sewed-up corpse and a live one. But she wasn't one to complain.

"It won't scar if you apply chakra to it at least twice a day." He told her in a voice that hinted of boredom, as if he had said it thousands of times to previous people he had patched up (which he probably had) but she couldn't care less as she stepped down the bed and padded out of the room on her bare feet.

"You left your cloak." Kakuzu called out as she was about to exit the doorway.

"Later."

Her answer was a dismissive murmur but he seemed to have heard when he rolled his eyes impatiently and turned his back on her to rinse his hands on a nearby sink.

She was just about to round the corner into the kitchen when once again, his voice, loud and firm this time with just a suggestion of insistence, called out from within the room.

"Don't forget to bring in cash for when you come back next time. I won't do this again for free."