Itachi stood in front of his mirror thoughtfully. He turned this way and that, trying to figure out his best angle. "Damn sharingan! I can't frickin' see!" He grumbled, rubbing his eyes angrily. "I guess this angle will do. Now, I need a costume.... DEIDARA!" He yelled through the wall."What, un, I'm busy!" Deidara called. Itachi stormed out of his room and into Deidara's."Look, girly-boy, I am NOT in the mood to be annoyed. You're the resident artist, get cracking and make me a frickin' costume!" Itachi snarled. Deidara began laughing."Whoa, un, somebody had an extra bowl of b*tch flakes this morning, un! Or is it your, you know, time of month..." He said slyly. Itachi's face turned slowly beetroot red. "Deidara, I'm warning you, if you don't shut up, I'm gonna...."Deidara backed off a little. "Okay, fine, I'll make your stupid costume, un!" Deidara said, taking out a tape measure. Itachi eyed it warily. "Um, Deidara? Why do you need that?" He said nervously, seeing the psycotic grin on Deidara's face. Deidara looked at him as if he were stupid."It's so I can get the costume to fit you, un! Now strip, un!"Itachi blushed. "Er, strip?"Deidara looked even more annoyed. "Yes, un, to the boxers! I can't measure with that big thick coat on you, un!" Itachi looked murderously at Deidara. "I swear, I'm going to get you for this, Deidara!" He hissed menacingly. Deidara smirked. "So, what colour do you want this costume to be?" He asked, poking Itachi in the back with the tape measure.LATER....Itachi left Deidara's room wincing. The blonde had taken great pleasure in poking him in several painful places with not only the tape measure, but the needle, pins, and scissors too. "I just hope it's worth it..." Itachi grumbled. "I really need this money...."He locked the door of his room, and went off to have a shower, still grumbling about Deidara's lack of sensitivity. Kakuzu had everything sorted. His outfit was perfect, his routine, immaculate, and his act he knew was infailible. The suit lay in it's protector over the end of his bed, all that was missing was his equipment. "If only Hidan would hurry up and get those knives ready...." He complained. "Time is money, but that religious nutjob just does not care!"He paced the floor, until he heard a barrage of foul language getting louder and louder."Finally!" He said disapprovingly as Hidan burst through the door, his hands full of lethal-looking weapons. "I effing brought effing all my effing weapons!" Hidan grunted. "I effing think we should effing use these effing knives! They're my effing sharpest! I only effing use them for special effing rituals!"Kakuzu rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Hidan. Just don't start screaming on stage or anything. Keep your pleasure to yourself, alright!" Hidan looked horrified. "But I effing must show my effing devotion to effing Jashin-Sama! He will effing punish me if I effing don't!" Kakuzu looked at Hidan sharply."Well, if we lose and get eaten by Zetsu, then I hold you entirely responsible. Let's just say I wouldn't like to be you."Hidan looked at Kakuzu smugly. "But, you forget, I EFFING LOVE TORTURE!!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!!" Hidan yelled.Kakuzu smiled. "But you hate frilly pink dresses, soft cushions, dolls, plastic knives.... All those nice things.... My dear Hidan, do you really think I can't torture you? I know you inside out, after all...." Hidan walked off, slamming the door. Kakuzu laughed. "This might actually turn out to by quite profitable...." He laughed, sorting through Hidan's knife collection.