"Someone please tell me how we got named Team 'Pacifist'. As in, peace. I AM NOT PEACEFUL! HARUNO SAKURA IS NOT PEACEFUL! Yes, yes, I showed my soft side a bit there, but did you see Neji's NOSE? His robes were DRIPPING blood! About to pass out from blood loss! And Tenten was in the same state! Dry heaving stomach fluid wasn't helping anyone! She could hardly BREATHE! Just because we were a BIT CONCERNED they'd KILL EACH OTHER doesn't make us Team Pacifist! It makes them team HOMICIDE and us just team! ARG!"
Chouji and Ginny watched Sakura flail around the room. They had become immediate friends after Ginny had offered Chouji a Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Bean (mm, BBQ flavor), and their group was actually getting along. If truth be told, they had actually been using their "bonding time" as the period in which to conduct an extensive search for the kitchens.
After a battered pair of ninja had stumbled into the hallway, however, (that is to say Neji and Tenten) the search for food was put on hold. Ginny hoped her brothers knew what they were doing—the two ninja had looked absolutely corpsish upon encountering their group. Shrugging, she decided to end Sakura's rant.
"Sakura, I think you should stop now. Whoever's below us might want you to shut up—they're pounding on the roof. Maybe we should go wander around for the kitchen again? I think Chouji's still hungry."
"Yup. Come on, Sakura! Stop worrying; our name's fine. Did you hear about Naruto's group? Team Leader. THAT is a dumb name. Let's just go eat! " Chouji belonged to the group of people in the world who believed food could solve anything.
"Fine, fine. Still, what ya think we prank all the doors on the way down? The buckets lined up along the wall there are just a little too tempting…"
"Sounds good. Let's head out, grab some molasses or something." Chouji was nonchalant.
"Molasses is good. Still, maybe some gum mixed in? The consistency of the combination should be interesting…" Ginny was warming up now.
"Hm, how about whipped cream?" Sakura glinted with happiness.
"Peanut butter?"
"Marshmallow?"
"Tomato sauce?"
The three looked at each other merrily. With a final war cry, they exited the door, each hollering delightedly.
"OH YES! TEAM PACIFIST IS BEING PEACEFUL!" That would be Sakura.
