Jumping from roof-top to roof-top, Kakuzu kept a steady pace as he looked back, making sure Izuku was still there. He then focused his attention back on jumping, making sure to keep himself silent, not wanting to alert any more heroes.

"S-Sensei?! H-How much longer?!" Izuku asked, breaking the much-needed silence Kakuzu had been wanting. The old shinobi rolled his eyes and grunted in annoyance.

"As long as you want to make it," Kakuzu replied, not wanting to give a straight answer. He knew how much longer it would take. No more than a couple of dozen roof-tops until they reached the delivery point. Of course, when Izuku asked this, Kakuzu turned his head to see the young man sweating and gasping. 'I knew I should've carried the fat pelican.' Kakuzu thought to himself as he stopped, crouching down behind a rooftop HVAC and stopping Izuku.

"We'll stop here for a bit. But once you catch your breath, we're leaving." Kakuzu stated, allowing a short rest.

Izuku collapsed with their package on his back. Despite everything that had happened, the pelican-quirked man was still asleep, much to the green-haired boys' surprise. He then managed to push the man off his back as he rolled onto his own, taking several deep breaths.

"H-How can you even do this?! W-What's going to happen to him w-when we deliver him? W-What's going to ha-happen to us? W-what if we get caught?" Izuku questioned, spouting out nothing but questions, much to Kakuzu's declining patience.

Kakuzu reached over and put a hand over his mouth, shutting him up as he raised him off the ground and stared him in the eyes.

"You the more you talk, the more likely we'll get caught. I don't care what happens to him so long as I get paid. I've done this ever since I was a child and I've got over 90 years of experience. And if you don't learn to shut up, I'm going to sew your mouth shut! Understand?!" Kakuzu explained, causing Izuku to gulp. This was actually the first time Kakuzu raised his voice. Well... ever since Hidan. Yet, he would rather have a worried brat than a religious zealot any day of the week. He was already stressed from recent events. Between having to teach Izuku and said boy messing up the kidnapping, he had half a mind to chuck the boy off the building. But he couldn't, restraining himself from doing anything more. At least Izuku had an excuse to worry. But the problem was that should he lose his temper, he can't exactly sew Izuku's head back on.

He was already stressed from recent events. Between having to teach Izuku and said boy messing up the kidnapping, he had half a mind to chuck the boy off the building. But he couldn't, restraining himself from doing anything more. Instead, he dropped Izuku onto the ground as the boy covered his own mouth. The sound of sirens echoed through the night sky as they sat in relative quiet. Only the hum of the HVAC covered the sound of Izuku's breathing as Kakuzu pulled out a pocket watch. The old shinobi grunted as he opened it and saw the time.

Izuku actually inspected the watch that was in his sensei's hand. It looked expensive, something that seemed a bit out of character for him for the short time he had known him. Izuku didn't take him to own expensive stuff, only purchasing just enough to get by. He remembered the room that he and Kakuzu called 'home', being bare and anything and everything aside from the bare essentials. Hell, he didn't even have a wifi router or even a phone. So seeing Kakuzu with an expensive-looking pocket watch was a surprise.

He was just about to ask where he got it before Kakuzu stood up, brushing himself off as he walked to the edge of the roof.

"Grab the pelican man, we're leaving," Kakuzu ordered as he looked down to see a pair of police vehicles race down the street. He smirked under his mask, seeing them fly by and moving away from their position.

Meanwhile, Izuku sighed, getting back up and picking up the man they kidnapped and throwing him over his back. Izuku took a quick breath before he started to run towards the edge, just as Kakuzu jumped over it to a nearby building. Izuku followed Kakuzu without any more questions afraid of upsetting him even more.

They jumped from building to building several more times before Kakuzu stopped again, walking to the rooftop door of the building they stopped on.

"We're here," Kakuzu said, extending his hand as threads crawled out of the palm of his hand and into the lock of the door knob. There was a small, audible click as Kakuzu turned the doorknob and opened said door. Izuku nodded, following Kakuzu inside with their package still asleep.

They walked down several flights of stairs, Kakuzu leading while Izuku was trying to keep himself from falling over. After what seemed like forever, they reached the basement of the establishment, where Kakuzu knocked on the third door on the left. A few tense seconds of silence later, and there was an audible: "Come in."

Kakuzu opened the door, revealing a plain, concrete room. There was a table in the middle of the room with a chair on one side. On the other was a man, sitting down with his arms on the table. The man seemed to be made of a black mist, except for a pair of glowing yellow eyes. He wore a very elegant suit with a striped tie and a metal brace that goes from around his collarbone to just below his eyes.

Kakuzu walked inside, motioning for Izuku to follow. The boy did so, following his sensei inside as Kakuzu sat down in the chair, staring at the mist-made man. Another tense silence followed before the mist man extended his presumed hand for a handshake.

"Excuse my manners, my name is Kurogiri. I'm going to pursue that you are Kakuzu?" Kurogiri asked as Kakuzu eyed the man's hand. Kakuzu squinted at the man's hand, keeping his own hands to himself.

"I'm Kakuzu, yes," Kakuzu replied, keeping his arms at his side. "And I have the banker you asked for."

Kakuzu snapped his fingers, signaling for Izuku to drop the pelican man. Izuku didn't hesitate as Izuku walked up to the table and set the banker on the side. Kurogiri leaned to the side, inspecting the pelican-quirked man, and gave what seemed to be a nod. Kurogiri then reached out, creating a portal out of thin air, and reached inside, pulling out a large suitcase and presenting it to Kakuzu.

Izuku could've sworn he saw his sensei smirk as the case was opened, revealing a large amount of cash. It was probably the most cash Izuku had ever seen as it almost gave off a greenish glow as Kakuzu reached out and touched it, taking out a small stack. He ran his thumb through the stack, seemingly listening to it with a sense of joy that Izuku was unfamiliar with.

To Izuku, cash was cash. It was used to pay bills and pay for food. Yet with the amount before him, he could probably pay bills for the next several years and even buy the building they were sleeping in. But to Kakuzu, cash was almost like blood; you can't have too much and you don't want to lose it. Putting the small stack back into the case, Kakuzu closed it and stood up, giving a small bow.

"Thank you for your business," Kakuzu said, pulling the case off the table and tossing it to Izuku. The green-haired boy fumbled with the case in his hands, almost dropping it before he got a good grip on it.

"I should be thanking you, Mr. Kakuzu. You provide quality work... I assume I'll be able to contact you in the future for another job?" Kurogiri asked, standing up and raising a hand over the banker, causing him to disappear into a portal.

"If you have the cash, I'll be willing to do any job you have for me," Kakuzu stated, smirking under his mask.

"Cash is not an issue, so long as you provide work of this quality. Having sent the police into a frenzy and yet not leaving a trail for them to follow... well, a trail that's meaningful." Kurogiri complimented Kakuzu, who just ignored it,

"Then I guess our business is done here." Kakuzu began to walk away, having Izuku follow him out of the room.

"A word of caution, Mr. Kakuzu and... apprentice." Kurogiri began to say as he was slowly disappearing into a portal of his own. "While the quality of your work is not to be questioned, I would prefer it if such business transactions went more quietly. Being a babysitter of sorts has you trying to keep children from whining about sirens."

But before Kakuzu could say anything, Kurogiri was gone. Kakuzu huffed, squinting as he turned back around and walked out of the room.

Later:

After another rousing jumping session, Izuku and Kakuzu returned to their apartment/hide-out. Izuku was dead tired, having already collapsed for the second time that night onto the cold, hard floor without a second thought. To his surprise, the floor was actually comfortable. Of course, Kakuzu on the other hand was too busy counting money. He barely even made it to the front door before he popped open the suitcase again and began counting. Izuku could've sworn he heard Kakuzu giggle as he saw him counting that cash.

"1,001... 1,002... 1,003..." Kakuzu was already in the thousands as he set the suitcase on the kitchen table. He then looked at the clock, seeing how late it was, and sighed. "Gonna have to count you in the morning," Kakuzu said as he closed the case and pulled out scrolls, the same scrolls that he used to store everything he had stolen.

Kakuzu rolled the scrolls out on the table and placed his hand on each of the seals. With a giant puff of smoke, all the items that he had stolen were in pristine condition... especially the box. Kakuzu picked up the box, which seemed to be locked, and took it to his room, leaving Izuku on the floor.

The tired teen dragged himself across the floor, stopping as the exhaustion soon took over. His eyelids became heavy as he drifted off into sleep on the floor. But then there was screaming.

"KAKUZU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!"

The sound of a box closing and chains being tugged and pulled echoed through the apartment as Kakuzu came back out. That expensive-looking box was covered in a chain as he walked to Izuku and kicked him.

"Ow! Se-Sensei?" Izuku asked, seeing his master loom over him.

"Take this box and toss it into the river," Kakuzu ordered, dropping the box in front of him. Izuku jumped as the box was almost dropped on his head. Seeing the box covered in chains, Izuku was about to ask another question before Kakuzu covered Izuku's mouth. "Don't. Ask. Questions. Drop the box. Into the river."

Izuku nodded, bending over and picking up the box, running away as fast as he could.

Even Later:

Izuku stood on a bridge, that box in his hands as he felt it shake. The faint sound of shouting could be heard from the box as Izuku looked at the box... and the river below the bridge. He gritted his teeth, looking between the box and the river. He knew not to question Kakuzu at this point, yet this was questionable.

Izuku had a gut feeling, knowing that there was something alive in the box. He bit his tongue, mentally hitting himself as he decided to undo the chains. He was going to kill something... he wanted to know what that something was. After undoing the chains, he was surprised that the box itself was unlocked. He slowly lifted up the lid and inside... was a head. The head of a fair-skinned man with grey hair. Blood covered the head's jaw as, to Izuku's horror, the head moved.

The head's purple eyes stared into Izuku's as he shouted: "WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOKING AT YOU GREEN-HAIRED, PUSSY-ASS, BITCH??!"

This caused Izuku to drop the box, causing it to fall into the river.

"YOU FUCKING CUNT!!!" the head screamed as it fell into the river. Without another thought, and without thinking, Izuku jumped the bridge, falling into the river to get the head.

[Well... been nearly a year... fuck man, I suck at this updating thing.]