"...Yes I'm fine" ... "No, I don't need any help settling in." ... "Yes I'm sure. Everything is in order, no need to worry." ... "I will be sure to do that, Ms. Yuga." ... "Some other time. Thanks, bye..."

Snapping the cell closed with a satisfing 'click', a disgruntled young man sat on the corner of his new full size bed, glaring around the rather empty apartment. Today was easily turning into the most hectic of his life, and it wasn't even half over! A glance at his alarm clock confirmed that; 4:14 in the afternoon.

With a growl, Kakuzu placed both his elbows on his knees, utterly frustrated and spent from this whole mess. He had flown half way across the country, spent a considerable amount of cash on new furniture, plus one of his mothers old friends just wouldn't leave him alone. He himself had only met the woman twice in his whole life, and here she was attempting to fill the role of his own missing mother. And now, he had to make sure everything truly was in order, plus go stock his fridge, than put his application in at the local high school, which started in just two days. It was the beginning of January, and the local High School was getting ready to welcome back all their students from Christmas Break.

"No rest for the weary," he muttered, rubbing his temple where a headache had decided to sneak up on him. Before long, he quit his sulking and began putting all his things into their proper places. Clothes in the closet and dresser, files that included his birth certificate and bills in the file cabinet, school junk under his bed. The place was rather hollow, with only the necessary pieces of furniture. A couch, coffee table, T.V. with stand, dinning table with two chairs, plus all the items in his room. All of it was cheep and comfortable, if not spectacular. Just perfect for this rather miserly eighteen year old.

With a look around the clean and organized apartment, Kakuzu allowed a small smirk to work its way up his lips. Well, that's one thing off his mental check list, time to get to work on the next; his inheritance. Sitting at his oak desk, pen and calculator in hand, he started going over his math. Due to his grandparents' untimely and rather suspicious death, he was left with a small cash allowance and a trust fund he could use in emergencies. So far, that money has gone into his trip from New Orleans, the purchase of this new apartment and the stuff that filled it. His bills were all paid for two months in advance, and what ever he had left was supposed to go into paying for groceries and school supplies. Thanks to his earlier efforts, he figured he had enough to last him a month at the most. Which means, he needed to find a job...

Just then, his phone began ringing, interrupting his work, and with a groan the dark haired youth realised it was Ms. Yuga once again. Couldn't she go one hour without checking up on him? Sighing for the hundredth time today, Kakuzu answered, forcing his voice to carry no signs of his irritation. Why, did he have the feeling that this whole deal was going to blow up in his face, perhaps some time in the near future?