Hey everyone

Hey everyone! Okay so while this may not be my first attempt at a fanficiton, it is, however, my first attempt at a multi-chaptered fanfiction. I have to say that I got this idea in a dream, which is kind of wacky. But it involved Sasuke and Hinata walking into my bathroom (How they got there I'll never know…) and then they heard a noise coming from inside a cabinet under a sink. They peer inside and lo and behold, it's Shikamaru and Sakura underneath the sink. And then Shikamaru and Sakura make the shushing noise, and then a whole bunch of shuriken flew through the window and my dream-brain made the revelation that Sasuke, Hinata, Sakura, and Shikamaru were spies. (I really don't know why I was dreaming of this.) But, unlike my dream, this fanfiction will only have one crack pairing. (Or at least I think ShikaxSaku is a crack pairing…) Thanks to theinnocent1 for putting up with all of my messaging and helping polish it. She's pretty much amazing at grammar and what not. (Man this is a really long author's note.) Oh, and I have nothing against Ukraine and Ukrainians.

Kai Yakimoto is what some would call a nerd. He works at a dead end job in a store that is a haven to others similar to Kai. Kai originally was hailed as a genius; he attended one of the most prestigious colleges and had one of the college's most prized male athletes as a dorm mate and best friend. Kai had a wonderful girlfriend as well and to many this could be considered a perfect life. But as all perfect things are, his idealistic life was fleeting.

Within the course of 6 months his perfection was destroyed. His girlfriend fell in love with his dorm mate, subsequently causing her to cheat on Kai with his dorm mate and thus ending the relationship. Later Kai was kicked out of said prestigious college for reasons Kai does not wish to remember, although they had nothing to do with that tramp of a girlfriend, as his sister would say.

These series of events brought him to his current situation; a party his overly concerned sister threw for him for his birthday. His sister, Kimiko, decided he needed to get over his ex and move on.

"Ohmigosh! You attended that college!? I attended that college!" A bubbly blonde exclaimed, "Do you remember what that one guy's name was? Broke three track records and was a top kendo and judo player? Um..."

"You mean Sasuke?" his tone held resentment toward the successful man, "He was my old dorm mate."

"I wonder what he's doing now…"

"I heard he was a banker," he spat, "somewhere around Los Angeles."

A man with coal hair dressed in a black tuxedo swiftly ran down a shady hall with identical looking doors on either side of it. Hearing some voices, he quickly dove though a door way. He reached down in his jacket pocket and pulled out a pistol raising it up slightly and switching off the safety. The voices got louder and the dark-haired man could faintly make out what they were saying. "And then she said, 'Sorry, I don't date scum like you.' And she walked away! Can you believe that! I'm not scum…" the thick Russian accented man said boisterously, probably talking to an American dealer as he escorted him to that appropriate room. Not that there will be much to find in say, about 50 seconds, Sasuke thought looking down at his Rolex

To say the least, Sasuke Uchiha was not a banker. Nor was he anywhere near the Los Angeles area. Sasuke was currently single-handedly taking down a branch of Ukrainian drug and weapons dealers. He had to get out of the building and according to his watch he had about 45 seconds to make that happen. Looking about the room, Sasuke noticed a window at the end of it. He quickly walked over to the window and opened it. Somewhere with in the bowels of the building an alarm rang. Mentally cursing himself for forgetting the alarm system, he jumped out of the window onto the roof below. The sound of about 4 men's feet echoed behind him as he moved into a sprint.

Sadly the chase was cut short as Sasuke was cornered against the edge of the building with another building's wall at his back. It was too far to jump down, unless he wanted to break both legs and then probably get captured and tortured until he died, so that left one other option, fighting, four against one. Sasuke looked down at his watch; 25 seconds to knock them out and get out of the area. Enter generic bad guys numbers one, two, three and four. Sasuke positioned himself down into a fight stance and smirked as all four came at ones. This was going to be fun.

A woman with dark brown hair teased into an elaborate style and even darker brown eyes slowly whisked some green tea in a bowl. She wore a traditional Japanese kimono in light blue that had cranes as its pattern and kneeled on tatami floors. Japanese tea ceremonies were her specialty.

She looked to be about 25, as did her co-host, although sometimes it's a little hard to tell age under all the ornate make up they wore. Her co-host, who was dressed similarly to the first woman, although with hair a lighter shade of brown and bright blue eyes, gracefully played a koto, ensnaring the attention of all the men in the room.

The first woman gently set a tea cup down in front of each man, making eight cups in total, meaning there wasn't much tea in the eight cups. "Please sample the tea to make sure it is to your liking; we are here to please." The shorter, darker female said with a blush. Each man quickly picked up their tea cup and sipped until their tea was gone.

"Ahh! Miss Yuki, could I please have mor-" the man started but oddly slumped over mid-sentence. And, as if playing Follow-the-Leader, the other seven men quickly followed suit.

"Well, Miss Yuki," the blue eyed woman teased while pulling of her brown wig only to reveal bright golden hair, "They sure went down fast."

"Well, they weren't being very aware of their surroundings," began the shorter girl, her now free blue-black locks swinging behind her, "And they were rather pitiful assassins; it only took one of us to distract them. We didn't even have to get them drunk."

"Actually, I prefer them sober. At least then they aren't groping us."

"Ah, a very excellent point Ino-chan."

Some footsteps were heard outside one of the shoji doors connecting to a hallway. "Ne, maybe we should get going Hinata…" Ino started.

"Yes, we probably should." And with that, both girls leapt out the opposite shoji door leading to a scenic traditional garden and disappeared into the night. It took another two hours before someone found the eight corpses which the government dealt with swiftly and efficiently.

Hinata slowly walked down a small, beat-up hall. The numbers 13, 15, and 17 flashed by on her right while the even counter parts flashed by on her left. She stopped at a door labeled 19 and slid her key in. The door languidly opened and she stepped in and turned on the lights revealing an apartment nicer than one would expect to find in this building.

Old exposed bricks with blue and green paintings made up one wall while the others were either painted a medium blue or a medium green. A dark brown rectangular couch behind a mahogany coffee table and flagged on either side of it was matching brown chairs all on top of a cream rug. The rest of the floor was a dark wood matching the hue of the coffee table.

Hinata moved though the room after closing the door and hanging her scarf and coat on the hat hook. She tossed her keys behind her as she moved towards her bedroom; the kitchen was on the other side. A chinking sound was heard after she left the living room signifying that her key safely made it into a bowl on top of an end table next to the door.

She passed by her blinded windows, her plush purple bed, and cherry armoire and into her sterile white bathroom. Turning on the nearly florescent light and walking to her mirror, she quickly examined herself. A round pale face with brown eyes looked back at Hinata as she sighed and looked down to examine the sink. Then, violently jabbed her fingers into 10 random tiles on the wall, the mirror slowly began to extend from the wall as well as the painting of a watering can opposite of the mirror reversing to reveal multiple guns, sebon, shuriken, and katana.

Little shelves popped out of the back of her sink filled with vials of unknown liquids; poisons. Hinata wearily took out her brown contacts, storing them in a container labeled creatively named 'brown' and placing it back with several other similar looking containers located behind the mirror.

She spun around and walked out of the room, shutting off the lights as she went causing the bathroom to revert to its normal self. She walked across the living room into the kitchen, grabbed the phone and dialed a number. "Hello? Yes, I would like to place an order; the special for one."

Tell me what you think! I just had to leave it on that sad note; such a good closer. I'm not sure if I should continue it, I thought it was interesting, but then again everyone who dreams about random ninja attacking spies, who then turn it into a story would think it's interesting -.-'. I'm not sure how long this story will be, should I continue it at all. In fact I'm not even sure where I'm going with this story, but I know certain things I want to happen. PM me with your ideas, don't worry I'll give you credit if I use an idea. And I admit, I took part of the beginning from Chuck the TV series, -sobs- I'm such a failure!