They walked up to the gates, and Temari went to the side, to ring the buzzer,

"This is Temari Sabaku, I'm here about the mission?" They waited. There was no reply, but the gates slowly creaked open. They're facial expressions were all scornful. They were half expecting to see pumpkins and bats next, but instead, as they walked along the stone cobbles, they saw a hand reach up out of the ground, which then proceeded to grab Shikamaru's foot. They stared at it for a moment, but Shikamaru just shrugged it off with a few kicks,

"Blatantly plastic," he announced,

"What's with all these Halloween get ups?" Temari quizzed him,

"Well if this Lord wants to be entertained, I suppose they're trying as many different methods as possible. This is a bit corny though." He pointed, as a hologram of a ghost came up in front of them,

"Bleh!" It said, from a small microchip in the ground. They ignored it, and walked right through it. Kakashi kept silent, mainly because he was reading whilst walking, but also because he was used to childish pranks – mostly from Naruto, but also certain adults. Guy sensei was always trying to beat him, and managed it occasionally. Kakashi wasn't lazy, he just wasn't competitive, and he had no real enthusiasm for such trivial things - in contrast with Shikamaru, who always won his games of shogi, lazy or not.

They avoided several other 'attacks' on their way to the front doors of the mansion, and weren't surprised to see, that there really were some pumpkins there; even though it was early spring. They all looked at each other, and nodded, before Shikamaru knocked on the door. It opened of it's own accord, which in return received more scornful looks,

"No wonder this Lord is so un-entertained…" They all thought. The one thing Shikamaru and Temari were glad of, was this strange distraction from recent events. When they stepped into the entrance hall, they all stared. Unlike outside, it was modern, and crisp. Everything was angled perfectly, the chairs, the pot plants, they shelves with their few little glass ornaments. They may as well have just walked into a posh hotel.

The doors closed behind them, and they looked around the room. Kakashi just stood in the middle of the room, making the most of the free time with his book,

"Hello?" Temari called. Then a tall, sharp looking man entered the room. He had a condescending look about him, with a stiff upper lip, large blue eyes, and waxed black hair. He was dressed as a turn of the century butler, and had small round spectacles perched on his nose, neatly tucked behind his ears,

"This way, if you please," He said sharply, "Don't dawdle," he snapped at them. They all felt very patronized, and the contemptuous looks did not escape their faces. They followed him along a long corridor, lined with strange, bright, colourful, abstract pictures of… well they couldn't tell what they were. The floor was covered in an auburn shiny gloss that ran the length of the corridor, and matched too well with the icy plain blue of the walls. At the end of this corridor, they found themselves in another corridor, this one lined with doors. He pointed each of them to their rooms. There seemed to be many other free rooms – probably due to the complete absence of the visitors they were made for.

Temari walked into her room; the walls were aqua, and the floor a light wooden surface. There were teal curtains framing a rectangular window in front of the four-poster double bed. There was a blue armoire to her right, and a green dressing table to her left. Upon which sat an ovular lilac framed mirror. She had to admit, she was in love with this room. It looked so comfortable, yet suited her wonderfully. She put down her fan, and went over to test out the bed. It sagged just slightly under her weight – enough to allow her to feel cushioned, yet stable,

"Perfect!" She exclaimed. She was thoroughly impressed. Had they read her mind before she arrived?

"OH MY LORD!!!!" She heard someone shout from across the hallway. She went to see what the fuss was. Nothing usually made Shikamaru shout. She opened his door, to see him staring out of his window at the view. He had a huge grin on his face.

"What's going on?" She asked him. Wondering what the fuss was about. His room was a lot more plain than hers, a low, well padded bed in the middle of the room, and a set of draws to the right of it. A mirror hung on the wall just by the door. She went over to see what he was looking at, but only saw the sky. And there were lot's of fluffy white clouds there. All in really strange shapes.

Shikamaru continued to gaze at them, and then realized, as he looked behind him, that the window was angled, just so that the clouds could be viewed from the bed. He was in lazy man's heaven.

"What is this? How do they know what we most want in a room, before we even get here?"

"Huh? You like this kind pf thing too?"

"No silly, mine is totally different… It's… perfect."

"Oh… lets see." He followed her back out into the hall, then into her room. He stared at the contrast in style.

"Weird…"

"What?"

"Your sense of style…" He swiftly received a loud smack to his jaw.