Summary:Two mysterious ninjas appear in front of the gate of Konoha here to take the chunin exam. Also with the upcoming sand invasion will they be allies or enemies? Full of humor,OCs involved,narutoXhinata, OCxKakashi,OCx?

This is a fic me and some friends wrote and the ocs reflect are own personalty. hope like it and don't forget post a review ALSO I DON'T OWN NARUTO ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO Masashi Kishimoto

AN: this is a revised chapter one all it is, is a little more detailed and that's it how and if any one knows anyone doing commissions could you let me know AND I AM SORRY CHAPTER 6 IS TAKING SO LONG. IT IS A COMBO OF WRITERS BLOCK AND SLOW BETA

Chapter 1:

Hatake Kakashi stood on the walls of Konoha, watching the Genin and their Jonin senseis arrive from various villages. He noted curiously that a two-man cell from a village he'd never heard of seemed to have no sensei with them. The girl had hair with naturally dark earth tones, dyed with green for a camouflage effect, was bedecked in kunai and scrolls, and had a katana slung over her shoulder. Her comrade had short, spiky blond hair, and had a katana hung at his left waist which was hard to see do to a black trench vest he was wearing, and the rest if his attire was black, black shirt, black pants and black shoes . But, as there were only the two of them... It sparked his curiosity enough that he followed them, intent on eavesdropping. His team could safely be left alone for now. They had just been told that, since they all three were willing to take the exam, they would all three be allowed to.

"So, Asano, what do you say about our chances here?" the girl asked. She thumped her passport against her hand idly, and the Copy-nin read that her age was seventeen and the appearances were correct; these two had no sensei, nor even a real ninja village. They'd been taught the ways of ninja by a ninja whose name wasn't listed, and had become qualified to take the exam by doing odd jobs for the people around their home village who needed but couldn't afford ninja help.

"well I say we're almost guaranteed to win, as no one else has the tricks up their sleeves that we do."groused the boy,

The girl snorted. "True enough about that, but I get the feeling that we're not the only ones with tricks up our sleeves, and something in the air here says there's some major plot about to be set in motion." She hefted her sheathed sword slightly and added, "She agrees with me, too."

Slightly perplexed as to why the two seemed to be talking about their swords as if they were living beings, Kakashi continued to follow them. They walked to the nearest dining establishment, and then they ordered more food than even Naruto normally ate...each. Anei ordered a large dish of cashew chicken, a bowl of fried rice, a dish of sesame chicken, a platter of rice cakes, a dish of orange chicken, and a fair-sized bowl of sweet and sour pork. Asano asked for several servings worth of black pepper chicken and a side of pocky. Both drank sake, which had Kakashi confused. How did they get it? They were both underage, and neither was a Chunin yet.

Anei asked her blade to pass along a message to Asano's blade, with the request that it be passed to Asano. Kakashi had no idea he'd been noticed, nor that they could communicate without talking, even if it was only in a relayed manner. Asano, upon getting the message, nodded. Ignoring the Copy-nin for the rest of the meal, they dug in. Their blades, unnoticed by any save their wielders, hummed softly to each other in communion as they debated what they wished to do to the unknown spy. Even for blades, they were rather bloodthirsty.

Asano finished his food first, opened his fortune cookie, and made a face. "'Patience is rewarded' in bed. Yeah, right. Stamina, maybe." He dropped the fortune on the tray and stared at Anei's. "...can I open it for you?"

"No." She finished off her fifth course, started on the next, and said, "But you can bag half of those rice cakes. I'll munch on them later." Knowing if she wasn't careful, he'd steal her fortune cookie and open it anyways, she grabbed it and stuffed it in a vest pocket, then promptly forgot about it.

Her teammate grumbled, but compliantly bagged half of her rice cakes, stealing one in the process. "What?" he asked when she glared at him. "You haff exfrahs an' I'm still kinda hung'y." He took another bite.

"Chikushō," she muttered around a mouthful of sweet and sour pork. "The man's blind." She took another heaping bite, and smiled. "To our ben'fit, though." Swallowing, she raised her sake in a toast, and Asano seconded it. "Let's win this thing."

After draining their drinks, each pulled out a coin pouch from beneath their vests and paid for their own orders. They left side by side, feet falling in sync. Kakashi followed them to an alleyway, only to discover to his shock that they were looking right at him.

"It's rude to stare," Anei noted.

Asano couldn't help but stare in shock at his partner. "Since when do you care about manners?" he demanded.

Anei blinked. "I don't. But this isn't about manners; it's about common courtesy."

Her teammate blinked again. "And since when have you cared about that, either?"

She ignored him—an action well-practiced—and turned back to look at the Copy-nin. "I hear you never let others watch while you eat. You owe us, then, for watching us eat."

The two turned to go, and Kakashi could not for the life of him figure out why they hadn't been more upset. He stood on the rooftop trying to comprehend it for so long that a drunken Gai ran into him on his way home and challenged him to a race back to their respective houses. Drunk as he was, he didn't realize that there might not be anyone awake to witness their arrivals, and so there might not be a winner.

Anei and Asano, meanwhile, found a hotel that still had a few vacancies and booked a two-bed room until the Chunin Exams were done. They had been partners for long enough that there was no need to discuss who did what unless one of them wanted a temporary change of pace, so each of them took a bed and laid out what they'd keep with them when they left the room in the morning on the side furthest away from their teammate. Opposite sides helped lessen the confusion in the mornings, and neither was a morning person.

A/N: Sorry it's so short. It didn't want to go any further.