Sakura honestly hadn’t expected to find herself in the situation she was in, bundled up on the edge of Providence, Road Island with the attorney to her Great Aunt’s will. There were eighteen other family members, all closer in relation to the deceased, that the property should have gone to. The old woman had died little over a year ago and still the house was in a trust, unclaimed by anyone.
“Why I am here?” Sakura asked again, already knowing the answer Kakuzu would share with her.
“It’s your turn to try and see if you will be the one inheriting these lands. The will stipulates six months residency in the property to complete the transfer of ownership. So far, none of the other relations have managed to last longer than a month.”
“Why?” Sakura turned to face the impossibly tall and imposing figure who was supposedly as old as her great aunt.
Kakuzu looked down at her over the edge of his scarf. His eyes were obscured by the shades but that didn’t help the shiver she felt in her bones. She knew his eyes were on her and she refused to flinch or back down. He intimidated too many people, Sakura would not be one of them.
“If you would like to know the details of each member’s choice to disqualify themselves then you may ask them directly. I am not at liberty to discuss such confidential matters so carelessly.”
“I don’t think you discuss much of anything carelessly, old man,” Sakura scoffed, glaring at the shoulders of the long tan coat he wore over his three piece suit.
Kakuzu didn’t turn back around to face her and didn’t make any indication he had heard her comment, but Sakura felt it in her bones again, the sensation of something unseen, and knew he was laughing at the idea of her.
She cursed at him again in her mind, just because she didn’t like him. She cursed at the cold too, just because she didn’t like the way her ears stung with each breeze. Today might have been the wrong day to tie up her hair in a messy bun.
“Are you coming?” He barked over his shoulder.
Sakura grunted and hiked her own shoulders before following him up the long driveway, bracing against the wind.The smell of salt was in every breeze, even if the river filtering into the sea was several miles away.
Kakuzu stopped at the door and Sakura paused a moment to watch him work on the realtor’s lock box for the key.
The housed was less house and more barn with a brick exterior and large green doors that might have once split open for cows and tractors, not houseguests. Off to the side there was a smaller green door used for main entry that Kakuzu finally opened and swept wide for her.
“It’s a one bedroom one bath studio, but the square feet is what makes it impressive,” Kakuzu begins.
Sakura ducks past him into the house and sees what he means about it being one room. From wall to wall there is the kitchen, living room, and bedroom all without walls or divisors. Towards the back there is a ladder that leads up into a loft area that had been used as storage. Sakura could see several seafaring trunks and crates stacked up and set aside.
Kakuzu led her on a short tour that seemed unnecessary considering the open lay out of the house. Sakura could see everything and guessed why some of the stuffier family members chose to pass the house over if the stipulation was that they had to live out of it for six months. It wasn’t the most luxurious of places, but for someone like Sakura, it was perfect and really suited her well.
“Total property value is about 320,000. Or at least that is what it was estimated at last fall. You might be able to attract the right sort of buyer with more targeted advertising. Regardless, this may be yours per meeting the requirements of the will. See it here.”
Kakuzu led her to a box on the wall next to the door that was small enough for a simple keypad. From his front pocket he produced a card with her name and a number on it.
“This is your code. Type it in every day for six months to validate the contract. Special circumstances such as vacations and overnight trips must be prior approved so that the code may be manually entered off site by the executioner of the will, which is myself.”
“It seems like a lot of bother, but okay,” Sakura hummed.
She reached for the card and Kakuzu relinquished it gladly. Turning it over she saw her name in gold ink as well as her birthdate month and day. The four digit number would be her code.
“Any last words of advice?” She asked, looking up.
Kakuzu was already packing up his briefcase after leaving some documents for her on the kitchen table. “My number is listed on all these documents for when you want to bow out. Good day to you then, Ms. Sakura Haruno.”
He left without a word further.