A/N: Indeed, it is another chapter! No, you are not dreaming, this is real, and neither is it a Genjutsu. We may be good, but not that good. But anyway, If you are reading this, then thank you. If you're not, then obviously don't worry, because it won't make a difference, but anyway. I digress.

Nearly forgot (darn!): DISCLAIMER: WE DO NOT OWN NARUTO OR ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT. FOR NOW, ALL THE RIGHTS AND STUFF BELONG TO MASASHI KISHIMOTO. SO YEAH, WE DON'T OWN IT. IF WE DID… WELL, SUFFICE TO SAY: MARSHMALLOWS!

CHAPTER TWO - IN WHICH TEAM 0 HAS SOME RAMEN AND THEN A RIVER BASED MINI-ADVENTURE

"Uh, Arwen… When and why for that matter did I give you the brain cells?" inquired Immy as she tapped her head as if looking for said objects.

After the blonde's question, there was an awkward silence, and the three visible people in Team 0 stood around, sheepishly staring at one another.

The silence was soon broken as Gaara hissed something along the lines of "Shut up, or I'll kill you," to which the creepy guy with face paint (Kankuro) whispered something that nobody could really hear. Gaara then appeared in a swirl of sand on the ground, in between Temari and Kankuro, and started walking off.

"Holey Moley!" Arwen whispered, "He's cool!"

"Who, the freak who looks evil, has serious issues with eyeliner and has a satanic glint in his eye?" asked Clare. Arwen nodded.

"Uh… is that Gaara you're talking about?" shouted Sasuke from the tree.

Arwen nodded again in response, and started to turn a little red when the next question was asked.

"Why do you have an ANBU tattoo on your arm if you're here for the Chûnin exams? And why is your headband scratched like a missing nin?"

"Uh… I fell over, and the headband got scratched, and it most definitely wasn't because I thought it looked cool. And the arm… It is most definitely NOT black pen, and… Let's go!" She hissed this last sentence to her teammates, and they headed off to the nearest ramen shop.

"Woo! Ramen!" Immy sang all the way there. Eventually, they arrived, and sat down on some stools before ordering their ramen.

SLURP!

"Hee hee, yummy! I love ramen!" Immy squealed, as she stuffed the food into her mouth at a rate comparable to Naruto.

"Just don't get it everywhere like last time," whispered Clare.

"Okey dokey!"

"Why did we ever take you there?" asked Arwen as the four walked down the road.

"Yeah, remind me never to go and eat ramen with you again, Immy," Clare supplied.

The girl in question was covered in ramen; it was in her hair, and even coming out of her nose (how she managed that, no one ever found out)!

"Come on, let's go to the river we saw on the way here - you can clean up," hinted Arwen, ever-so-subtly.

"Three, two, one, JUMP!" The four girls jumped into the river fully clothed.

"Jeez, it's flipping freezing!" shouted Clare. The said girl and Arwen then looked at each other, nodded, and pushed Immy underwater. She kicked free and took a breath.

"HOT! You IDIOTS! Why did you do that? You know I'm part sheep, so I have different temperature sensors to normal people…"

"There… was , um, ramen in your hair…" Clare said, barely stifling her giggles.

"There was still no reason to push me under!"

"Well…" Anna mumbled.

"Well, what? Hmm? Oh come on now…" Immy stopped talking and squealed, "Eek! A leech!"

"Leech?" screamed Clare.

Arwen immediately ducked underwater and took out a shuriken. She threw it at the first thing that moved. Which happened to be Clare's foot. There was a shout as it hit her. Straight away, Arwen resurfaced, apologised and helped Clare onto a rock. She pulled out the weapon and handed it back to Arwen, before holding her hand over the wound, a green glow appearing around it. Within moments, it was healed.

"You okay?" Immy asked.

"I'll live!" came the reply. She stood up and the four walked on the rocks for a while.

A/N: Well, that's it for today! The update schedule should be about once a week, maybe more, maybe less. It just depends on the time that we have, and who can be bothered to sit at a computer typing it all up. So yeah. Reviews are nice. Like cookies, except cookies are overblown. So, reviews are nice. Like flapjacks. Yeah, I'm a little high…!

(Clare would just like to add that Immy isn't high, she's actually always like this… yeah we have to live with her!)