After taking a few steps in, they both span round as the doors closed once again, shutting out the outside world with another crash that petered out into silence. And, boy, was it silence. Though it was raining heavily outside, there was no evidence of it being that way in the mansion. You would have had to look out of a window in order to know whether it was raining or not. An overall effect that made the place even more eerie.

The grand old architecture that had been on the doors continued inside, and although the doors acted as if they hadn't been used in a few thousand years, they didn't reflect the inside of the building. The place was clean and tidy, with no cobwebs, no dust piles, and no sheets covering all the furniture. It was as if someone lived there, though there were no lights or sounds to prove this theory in the slightest.

They were standing in the entrance hall, marvelling at everything there. It was big enough to be a house in itself, and with stairs ahead that forked left and right. But what the attention was always drawn to in the room was the mirror. A mirror that matched the grand atmosphere of the house, but still contained an ultimately more mysterious aura. Deidara didn't move for a moment, watching all the things in the reflection, wondering why it felt so special. Why it just seemed to be the only thing in the room that mattered. And as he looked, he narrowed his eyes at what appeared to be wings. What they were attached to, he didn't know. But they were definitely wings...

"Deidara? Wake up, already. You're the one who wanted to stay here, so don't just stand around in the hall. Go and find a room. At least do something that involves moving," Sasori suddenly spat, making Deidara jolt out of his daydream.

He began to move forward, but still glanced up to look once more, only to see nothing. Whatever it had been, whoever the wings had belonged to...they were gone now. And he had to concentrate on finding somewhere to sleep. If he did, maybe the unnatural essence of the building would ward off any boredom that might begin to reveal itself the more the mission went on. Sasori had no feel for what was going on around him. But even he himself couldn't explain it.

That thought disappeared from his mind as something flashed past them both. Snapping their heads round, there was nothing there, but it continued to flash past again and again, and both Sasori and Deidara reached for their weapons, Sasori snarling as he did so,

"If anything goes wrong, I'm blaming you."

Waiting for their assailant to reveal themselves, they continued following their path until it stopped. They stared down the corridor on the right side, having seen them head down there, but there was nothing, making both of them consider why the hell they weren't showing themselves. They had the advantage. They obviously knew the place well. Knew of escape routes. Places with no way out and places to corner people. So why not start doing so? Though Deidara and Sasori may possibly be more powerful than them, they could still use the surroundings to their advantage.

But it was soon clear that fighting them was not their opponent's goal.

While looking down the right hand corridor, a voice echoed out from the front, and they quickly looked back round, halting slightly as they saw who it was. A young girl around Deidara's age was standing in the crossroads of the stairs looking down at them. Her attire wasn't particularly ninja-esque, with a long dress on with intricate patterns adorning it, but it still appeared as if it didn't hinder her in the slightest. Barefoot, she held no weapons (for the moment), and made no move to attack them, though her facial expression wasn't welcoming.

Though it wasn't her hands Deidara was looking at. Her eyes still seemed huge, even while they were narrowed slightly, and a gem hung down from a headband to lie on her forehead. What she was doing in the mansion Deidara had no idea. He'd never seen a more beautiful girl. All thoughts of fighting disappeared for a moment as he stared gormlessly at her, only snapping out of it when Sasori moved to the side of him.

As his gaze finally moved from her face, he narrowed his eyes at the shackle-like bracelets that were on her wrists, not quite understanding why they were there, and why they seemed to be shackles in the first place. But then his gaze was once again changed as when Sasori stepped forward, whether to attack her or question what she was doing, he didn't know, something began to move on her back, and a second later what Deidara had seen in the mirror was proven right:

She had wings.

They weren't wings that were for birds; or mechanical wings. They were proper, full-on angel wings that extended over her back. Though she had opened them right in sight of them both, almost as a way to show off, it didn't feel as if she was doing it because of arrogance. It felt like she was unfolding them because...she was going to use them.

Standing where she was, she looked as if she was about to move again, but before she did so, she called out,

"What is your reason for being here?"

And then before either of them could collect their thoughts back together and get over the fact she had wings, let alone reply, her wings moved and it was proved that she could in fact fly, as she flew upwards and onto one of the higher banisters. Now crouching on it, it gave quite an effect with her wings and grand dress, not to mention with how sweet her voice was, and they were still in silence when she went on,

"Why did you come up here in the first place?"

But in strange way, her words didn't seem threatening. If anything, they appeared...worried about their welfare, if it could be believed. But Deidara, seeing the look in her eyes, knew it was true. Whatever the reason, she was worried about their safety. And with what he now took to be actual shackles, he began to feel worried for hers.

"It started raining heavily, and we needed a place to stay. The villagers in the town didn't seem particularly welcoming to us, so we came up here. All we need is a few days to look for something, and then we'll be gone," Sasori abruptly responded, having got over all of it quicker than Deidara had, causing her to reply,

"That's not my decision. It's my Danna's. But if it were mine, I'd say you should leave. Now."

Now Deidara could tell she was merely trying to help, but for what reason, he didn't know. He was still entranced by her eyes, trying to figure out what it was that she was worried about, but didn't get the time, as a moment later another voice echoed out, different from everyone else's, causing all eyes to turn to it, seeing a middle-aged man standing there with a small welcoming smile on his face, greeting warmly,

"My name is Bokun. I apologise for not turning up earlier, but it is a big house! I heard your problem, and if you are looking for a place to stay in the area, you are more than welcome to stay here, and for as long as you want. There's not exactly many other people here to take up the space. Now, if you wish, I'll take you to your rooms. You must be cold and wet, and not to mention hungry."

Slightly shocked at the speed with which things were occurring, they both nodded dumbly in agreement with his words and began to walk forwards, only Deidara glancing back to look at the girl, blinking in surprise to see she had disappeared. Neither Sasori nor her 'Danna' looked back to check on her, and seemed like it had all been in his mind. But he couldn't stop wondering what her situation was. Obviously it was just him and her living there, but why? Was she his daughter, or a family member? And what about all the strange circumstances with her? Not to mention her wings...her attire. Thinking about them he almost missed her straight away.

Her deep intense eyes were all that was imprinted on his mind.