"No, this is not a date!"

[¡El Bandito!]

"You're on, Sakura-chan," Naruto exclaimed with a glint in his eye as he pushed his shopping cart away from the bakery floor-turned-battleground, not even batting an eye as it crashed into an endcap display. Oh no, there were much more important things at stake... like his pride.

Now, Naruto didn't have any fancy fencing or footwork training like some of his friends did, but really, how hard was it to hit someone with a long, hard object? What he did have were strategies from doing this very sort of thing with sticks out on the playground as a child, and way too much enthusiasm for a seventeen year old guy playing swordfight in the middle of a grocery store. But anyone who know Naruto knew that once he took something seriously, he was far too thick-headed and stubborn to back down, regardless of the appropriateness of the location at hand.

"HAH!" Taking a few quick steps forward, he lunged at the pink-haired girl, swatting at her with his baguette before retreating and diving behind a display of cookies and muffins. The original point and goal of the trip had been completely forgotten; the only thing that mattered now was the fight.

If only he could have this level of determination and concentration when it came to school work.

Sakura had barricaded herself behind her cart, beaning that if he tried to full-on attack her again, he would be hit first, and that simply would not do. But how could he get her out of her little turtle shell fortification? He glanced around, finally noticing a clear plastic bin filled with dinner rolls. Ah, perfect.

He barrel-rolled over to the bin, pulling the lid up and grabbing one, lobbing it over at the pink-haired girl's shopping-cart hideout, before pulling another one out and repeating the process. "How you like that, huh?!"

[Elle]

"Ugh, Naruto, watch where you're sliding that cart!" chided Sakura in a rather loud tone as she grabbed her weapon, her own cart still shielding her body from any on coming attacks. Steering her cart to the side, the pinkette contemplated how she was going to gain an upper hand in this battle. Naruto was quick and far stronger than her, but she had common sense and could be rather scary when provoked. Inside of her mind, images and plays were already formulating, creating a tactic that might give her a slight advantage.

...Well, it would have, if Naruto hadn't discovered the dinner rolls, that is.

It shouldn't have shocked Sakura at how seriously Naruto was taking this bread fight war, but it was slightly alarming when he opened up bread rolls and chucked them at her, one bouncing off her broad forehead and landing on the floor. Quickly she ducked, hands searching blindly on the floor for the fallen piece of bread. Once she found it Sakura stood up, hauling it back at the blond's head before she grabbed her loaf of bread and rolled away from her protective cart.

Hiding behind a wobbly, wooden shelf, the pinkette cautiously peeked her head to glance back at where Naruto was hiding, french bread clutched protectively to her chest. It was her main weapon but, unlike Naruto, she didn't have anything to use as a projectile weapon. Leaning her head back, Sakura's eyebrows furrowed together at the loud crunching noise of plastic paper. She spun around, a deviating smile tilting at the corners of her lips at the sight of individually wrapped snowballs sitting in her wake. Grabbing three in her arms she stood up, smirk still residing in her mouth.

"This is war !" she cried, launching her bright pink items at her friend and ducking for cover every so often. The idea of the grocery store getting damaged wasn't even in her mindset. For once, Sakura didn't care if she got in trouble because she was going to win; there simply wasn't room for anything else.