.:Master of Disguise:.

by: StupefiedNarutard

NOTES: Okay, okay, so-- I should be updating other fics right now... BUT I CAN'T. Do you guys know what writer's block is? I've been so depressed and stuff lately that my main story, Stupefy,is so hard to write at the moment, ya know? So I'll settle with a slightly more serious story that I know you guys will love! :DDD This story I will dedicate to TearsOfFallenAngel, for sticking with me and being such an inspiration! NOW GO READ HER STORIES OR ILL EAT YOUR BRAIN OMNOMNOM.

Summary: Naruto is the son of mob boss Arashi Uzumaki, thus preventing him from leading a normal life. Disguising himself in school is one thing, but living life as the real Naruto is sometimes worse. After befriending a member of an enemy clan, how can his façade in both realities stay together? YAOI, ItaNaru, OroAra, onesided SasuNaru, others

Chapter One:

Façade

I'm so friggin' hot! No other boys have to wear friggin' make-up in ninety degree weather... well, except Sakura. Haha.

A brunette teen, looking around to be 16, fanned himself with a few pieces of flemsy school paper. The whole school population was currently occupying the large sets of bleachers lining a classic green football field. The field was, at the moment, being refreshed with white pain, a teacher or two slowly reestablishing faded lines that stood for each yard of acreage.

The seemingly brunette boy scratched at the wig placed firmly on his head. His father had insisted that he dye his hair, but, being proud of his blonde hair, Naruto didn't want to lose it to hair dye. Brunette didn't gowith him... and his mother also had blonde hair as well. He had her tint more-so than his father's, so he kept it memory of her.

Blinking, the boy realized he was, once more, uncomfortable all over. His green contacts were getting dry again and the make-up doused on his body was starting to melt in the blistering heat of early September. Even the air was completely dry and each kid sitting out on the stands was either irritable or insanely tolerable.

Naruto had on his blue, button-up shirt, with stuffy, tan slacks pulled up over his hips. The was the look he was going for: geek. Magnifiers stood on the edge of his nose, of course they were fake, and tacky looking as hell. He had his socks pulled all the way up to his knees, large clodhopper, school-code shoes placed on his small feet, making him clumsy as he attempted to walk.

The cheer-leading squad was performing the traditional cheer, only a few grabbing his attention. Hinata Hyuuga was a long time friend of Naruto's and she was presently kicking her legs into the air like some kind of weirdo. Naruto noted the tell-tale sign of her anxiety at executing something like this; she sported a small blush on her pale cheeks and her hands, when free, would clasp together only if for a moment. She would occasionally glance over at him and he would wave frantically, like a nerd, at the beautiful black haired girl.

This was the most pathetic pep rally Naruto had ever been to and he had been to a lot. The band was horribly off-key since school had just assembled a few weeks and they were new at it again. The color guard team was hitting each other with their batons and the choir, that had just serenaded the school with an anthem, busted almost every ear-drum within a ten meter radius.

"Oh my gawd you guys! Wazzup?!" A rather loud, pink-haired cheerleader screeched into the loud speakers when the cheer was over. "How about some spirit for your very own Flying Squirrels!!" Sakura leaned forward a bit, revealing some cleavage. Most of the men started hooting, while the girls rolled their eyes and began clapping as the football players came out. Naruto knew one person on that team and that was Kiba Inuzuka, a spiky haired jock that was friends with Shino, someone who somehow enjoyed hanging out with Naruto.

Shino was abnormally strange, never one for much talk, except when it was directed at bugs. That kinda freaked out the naturally blonde kid, but he still liked the guy's company. Any type of friends he could get, Naruto would take.

There was more to Naruto than met the eyes.

"Hey, Hinata-chan! You were outstandingly great in your performance!" Naruto exclaimed as the bleachers cleared. The black haired girl giggled softly, a hand over her mouth at this action.

"Oh, N-naruto-kun, I wasn't that good at all. I was very n-nervous. I still don't think cheer-leading is for me, but my f-father insists I get a scholarship this way," the girl explained and Naruto smiled at her endearingly.

"Of course cheer-leading is for you Hinata-chan! That's where all the cool people are!" Naruto inwardly cringed at his statement. Half of the people in this school were all talk with nothing to back them up. He'd like to see them do some of the things he did almost every night...

"You look like you're gonna pass out, Naruto-kun. Do you wanna go home now? I c-could give you a ride?" Hinata asked, a blush on her face. Naruto smiled again. He truly adored Hinata, but, unfortunately, he couldn't associate himself with her like that. He didn't want the girl to get hurt... she was too sweet.

Hinata was a beautiful, but shy girl. She had short, blu-black hair, two strips falling to just below her chin, short bangs landing in the middle of her pale forehead. Her eyes were abnormal, but gorgeous at the same time; white orbs fading into lavender. She was petite, a perfect looking girl, with a great personality.

"Nah, that's alright Hinata-chan, I was going to stay after for a chess club meeting." Naruto lied. Truly, he was going to meet the limo parked a few blocks down so his guardian and defense teacher, Kakashi-sensei, could drive him home unharmed.

"Oh, o-okay then Naruto-k-kun... I guess I'll see you Monday?" Hinata asked, pushing her hair behind her ears nervously.

"Sure thing!" Naruto said, turning and running into the school building, hopefully towards the chess club.

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"Sooo, how was school today?" Kakashi asked as he opened the door for Naruto. Naruto shook his head, sighing and closing his eyes as Kakashi closed the door and began his walk for the driver's seat. Once he got in, he turned and looked at Naruto.

Kakashi-sensei was Naruto's long time friend, a father figure of sorts, and defense teacher. He taught Naruto everything he knew and then some. He was 20-something, never telling Naruto his true age, with silver hair that shot up like it'd just been blown in the wind. His name meant scarecrow and that was the perfect description. Kakashi was tall and kind of gangly looking. Of course, under his baggy clothes were tons of ripped muscles, and under that mask he wore all the time, well... Naruto didn't quite know... yet. He'd see that sonovabitch's face someday.

"It was as okay as it's ever gonna get for me, sensei. Bullies and not being able to stick up for myself. Potential girlfriends, but no dates. And being frikkin' uncomfortable as hellin this outfit!" Naruto gritted as he ripped off his fake glasses, letting them land wherever he pitched them. "Kakashi-sensei... it's so hard."

"What is? Oh... you mean life?" Kakashi smirked as the blush staining Naruto's face.

"You're a pervert, did you know that?"

"You remind me everyday." Kakashi admitted as he drove down the street.

"Do you want to have hot limo sex with me?"

"As tempting as that is, you alluring child, Iruka and Arashi would kill me. Besides, you wouldn't know what to do with me," Kakashi teased, glancing back at his favorite pupil's face. He was looking sadly out of the window.

"Ah, too bad then." he said dejectedly, joking mood quickly swept away. He knew Kakashi was more like a mentor for him and was in a relationship with his educational teacher Iruka-sensei. He always joked with the old pervert because it was comfortable and would take his mind off of life. But, today, it was harder to do. Truthfully, no matter how many people surrounded him, Naruto was lonely.

His only real friends were people who didn't know the real him, or adults that he couldn't tell anything to because it was embarrassing because they were all like parents.

"Is Dad home today?" Naruto asked from his seat in the back, not getting his hopes up. His dad was gone often, having to take care of certain business proposals.

"He is, actually. But don't be surprised if someone interrupts your time together. He's a busy man. You know that."

"That's the bad part," Naruto replied quietly, watching as the sky began to darken with rain clouds.

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"Naruto-kun!" Iruka exclaimed from his position at his table. He got up quickly to greet Naruto with a hug. The blonde, currently brunette, smiled softly at his mother-like teacher. He loved Iruka so much. He was like the mother he never had.

"Kakashi." Iruka greeted, pecking his tall lover on the lips. The two had known each other for a year or so and instantly connected. They had gotten together quite early and had stayed together, regardless of how perverted Kakashi seemed. They really loved each other. Naruto sighed at how romantic they were.

"How was school?" Iruka asked, just like Kakashi. The man had chocolate brown eyes and matching hair, dark, soft skin, and a gorgeous smile. There was a scar on his nose, just like Kakashi had a scar on his left eye. Reminders that they were involved with the mafia.

"Meh." Naruto groaned as he hugged Iruka again, wanting the comfort that he needed. He knew it was a bit girly, all huggy like that, but he really felt sad today.

"Hey, hey, get off my partner like that." Kakashi said, pulling on Naruto, who clung to Iruka.

"Nooo!" Naruto replied indignantly. Kakashi twitched.

"Let go." he pulled harder.

"Irukaaaa!" Naruto had his eyes closed, holding on for dear life. Iruka giggled at the pair's childish behavior. It was one of the endearing qualities he could always find in both.

"Naruto." a voice said suddenly, making Naruto let go, sending Kakashi backwards, Naruto landing on his chest. He looked up at his dad, blush staining his face.

"Ahahaa...ha... Heeey, Dad. Dad's friend." Naruto waved from his position on top of Kakashi. And what a position it was. Naruto was pretty much straddling Kakashi. He grinned apologetically as he pushed himself off, offering Kakashi his hand.

"Naruto, dinner is already prepared, I thought I might come tell you myself while I give Orochimaru here a tour." Arashi said, blue eye's sparkling. He was just a bigger carbon copy of Naruto's true appearance, sans the whisker-like scars Naruto had, the luminous tan skin and the lighter colored hair.

"Aa, sorry Dad. Nice to meet you Orochimaru." Naruto bowed slightly, waving goodbye to Kakashi and Iruka who looked at him with worry, following his father and his new associate.

The young blonde kept a slow pace, trailing behind his dad as the two men conversed. He was okay with this.. it was like this all the time. They made their way through the huge mansion they had, gold trimmings, high tech objects, and servants bustling around everywhere.

"The Hyuuga Clan and the Uchiha Clan are just not seeing it our way, Arashi." Orochimaru brought Naruto's attention to the conversation between himself and his father.

Hyuuga? Like, Hinata Hyuuga?Naruto thought to himself in confusion. Hinata did nothing to conceal herself at all... why not? Was she actually part of this all? There's no way. She's way too conspicuous. Maybe she doesn't know... therefore, no one knows about her. Hmm.

"Their allegiance lies with the Uchiha clan." Orochimaru scowled as he said this. "Those traitors."

"Aa, Orochimaru. Don't jump to those serious conclusions. It won't do us any good. I'm surprised that Neji hasn't already taken over, given that his father has been dead for quite some time now. But Hizashi doesn't seem likely to give up such a big position, although he knows he'll be in trouble once Neji does indeed thinks that he is ready to take his leadership position. I believe his cockiness is his downfall. He doesn't even shield his children. Like Hinata Hyuuga? She goes to Naruto's school and apparently knows nothing of her father's activities."

"Naruto knows her? Isn't that dangerous too, Arashi?" Orochimaru glanced back at Naruto, to which Naruto ducked his head down, as if he hadn't been listening in the first place.

"No. Naruto is perfectly disguised and he's one hell of an actor. Has never gotten caught. All of our moving has been on my slip-ups, which is more than the Yamanaka family can say. Ino is quite the loudmouth. Even the Uchiha family has been uprooted once because of a slip-up on Itachi's part. Of course, Itachi does what he pleases. He isn't afraid of anything."

"Ah, yes. Naruto is quite impressive." Orochimaru winked at the blonde walking along behind them and Naruto smiled at him, blushing at the direct compliment. Arashi smiled too.

They arrived at the dining hall sooner than Naruto had expected; the conversation had been too interesting. The dining hall was very large, just like the rest of the house. It's decorations always reminded Naruto of something from a wedding reception, everything was so white, sweet, and... stiff. But, nonetheless, it was his house. He actually thought the table setting was quite beautiful, candles, fine china, shiny glass. All of it was topped off with a beautiful chandelier. Naruto thought that the table was a bit too long, though. But his dad needed that for meetings and who was Naruto to say anything?

Ugh. I always hate when our business partners show up. They are so...touchy.

"This is our dining room," Arashi was saying as Orochimaru looked around, appreciating the luxury.

"You have a very nice house, Ara-kun." Orochimaru stated and Naruto glanced at his father's blushing face.

You've gotta be kidding me, Naruto thought sourly. I have to get out of here... and out of these flippin' clothes!

"Father," Naruto stated and Arashi turned to look at him. "Could I be excused for just a few moments? This disguise is killing me."

Arashi smiled apologetically. "Of course, Naruto, how could I forget?"

"Thanks." Naruto replied, turning to Orochimaru and bowing as to symbolize his respect as he left. Orochimaru inclined his head and the young blonde spun on his heel, out of the dining room doors.

Arashi watched his young son disappear and turned to Orochimaru, who was also watching him leave.

"Your son is very... different." Orochimaru admitted as he glanced at Arashi, his blonde partner. Arashi scratched the back of his head.

"Yes, he's very... eccentric."

"He'll do well."

"Orochimaru," Arashi glared at his most valued partner. "I already said that I don't want him involved with all of this until... until he's ready." Arashi trusted Orochimaru's opinions, he knew Naruto would do well.

"Until he's ready? Or until you're ready, Ara-kun?" Orochimaru inquired as he sat at the dining table, maids bustly through the door with newly cooked food. He mumbled a small thanks as they set an appetizer in front of him.

"Naruto is smart, athletic, strong as hell, but... he's reckless. His anger is hard to control." Arashi ruled as he took a sip of his red, red wine. "I know that he'll do well. But until he learns that recklessness is a weakness, I will not allow him to become a part of this life." Arashi honestly didn't know what to think anymore. Maybe he was being too overprotective. But Naruto's rage that day... he would never forget it. Naruto had almost died, had almost killed, had almost...

"I know it's hard to let a child into the business. I myself was hard letting Kabuto in on my little games. He's just a student, no blood ties or anything, but I feel connected with him. It was heart breaking to see him hurt. But, he's come so far and knows so much. A very strong investment. A very good ally." Orochimaru tasted his food and smiled in delight. It was delicious! "Naruto has done so well with keeping his life a secret, like we were just discussing. Why wouldn't he do well with anything else he decides to tackle?"

"Orochimaru," Arashi whined, pained look on his face. "You aren't making this any easier."

"Ah. Sorry, my dear." Orochimaru apologized and relished in the red speckling the blonde's face.

"Eat, you perverted fiend." Arashi muttered, taking another swig of his wine, finishing the glass and referencing to more from the maid sitting close by.

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Naruto scrubbed his face harshly, trying to get all those nasty looking freckles off his cheeks. His blonde hair was spraying out artistically in all directions, shining in the gleam of the setting sun staring into his windows. He had changed his clothes, got rid of those ridiculous braces, taken out those God-forsaken contacts, and washed his beautiful, but sweat-matted hair. Now he was just trying to get rid of the cake of a face that his make-up artist had dolled him up with. Naruto loved Haku dearly, but the boy was too worried about Naruto getting caught to take it easy with the make-up.

Haku was a beautiful, I mean beautiful, boy that was actually one of Naruto's friends and also his make-up artist. He had been such since Naruto was 5 years old. Haku was older than Naruto by a few years and had already graduated from high school, so he lived full-time in Naruto's huge mansion with his lover, Zabuza. Zabuza was a body guard of Arashi's, lethal and cold. Naruto always wondered what Haku fell in love with; Zabuza was dickhead.

Naruto's room was surprisingly empty, except for the big bookshelf filled with the books and knick-knacks his mother had given him in her will. She had given Naruto a lot of stuff, moreso than even Arashi, which puzzled Naruto to no end. Why did she give him more than the one she loved? She hadn't known Naruto for very long, so why would she give him more things? Anyways, the young blonde's room was an ocean-color blue, while his bed sheets were a creamy color, his headboard a nice dark mahogany. He had a balcony with cream-color curtains, but they were open at the moment, exposing a beautiful setting sun. Their mansion was beside the ocean and Naruto loved the place dearly.

His fashion sense in school and at home couldn't be more different. At school, which was half of Naruto's closet, consisted of khakis, plaid, and clodhoppers. At home, which was the other half of the closet, was made up of everything from leather to cotton to silk. Naruto had a great fashion sense at home. He was currently wearing a tight blue sweater-like shirt, except it had no sleeves, exposing lean, toned arms. He had on a pair of comfortable black sweatpants and decided bare-feet would do. It wasn't like he was trying to impress anyone anyways.

Naruto sighed as he finally swiped the last freckle, his face a bit red. He plucked at his hair a little bit and turned to his balcony windows.

"If I could swim across the sea to get away from this place... I would." he whispered against the glass and the rays of pinks, purples, and soft oranges hit his face, making his eyes water. His window fogged a bit in front of him, so he wiped it away and decided to go eat dinner. He wondered what his dad and Orochimaru would be discussing now. Hopefully not how pretty they thought each other was. Naruto rolled his eyes. Arashi and his tastes. Bisexual nitwit.

Of course, Naruto loved his father very much. He was just slightly upset that his day had to be wasted with Orochimaru here. It's not like they couldn't talk over the phone. He narrowed his eyes. What a sucky evening.

"This is delicious, Arashi, who orders the food around here?" Naruto heard Orochimaru say as he neared the dining room.

"Me, of course. If it was up to Naruto, we'd be having ramen every night. Not that I don't allow him to have a few times each month, but he's insane with it. It's like an obsession."

"Ramen? I'm afraid I've never had it."

"Then you're missing out on a whooooole bunch." Naruto answered for his father as he entered the room, shirt slightly riding up, his hip bones and belly button showing. Orochimaru blinked owlishly at his appearance. Arashi sighed.

"Naruto, what exactly are you wearing? We have company."

Naruto answered quickly, "Oh, I'm sure Orochimaru-dono doesn't mind if I relax in my own home, Dad. Right, Orochimaru-dono?" Orochimaru glanced at Arashi to see a glare hardened into his features.

"It's fine. I like to feel comfortable at my place too. Naruto is justified, Arashi." Orochimaru spoke around his food, making Naruto instantly like the guy. Nice save. Point 1.

"See there, Dad?" Naruto smiled mischeviously, fox-like grin mocking his father. "No harm done."

"You're lucky it's Orochimaru and not someone else. I've taught you better than this."

"Well maybe I trust Orochimaru-dono." Naruto let his eyes sweep over towards Orochimaru's pretty golden ones. He could tell Orochimaru was enjoying this. He grinned even wider. Let's play.

Arashi frowned.

"Oh, you don't trust me, Ara-kun?" Orochimaru feigned hurt, taking the hint from Naruto. Time to mess with dad!

"Orochima-"

"Goodness! And here I was thinking your being partners with me for years would have some effect. Apparently it hasn't. I hadn't even met Naruto until today!"

Haha, this guy is good!

Arashi was getting a bit panicked. Was Orochimaru for serious?

"It was just-"

"Geez, Dad. Give the poor guy a break!"

"Maybe I should leave now."

"Orochimaru! P-please sit down! I assure you that my trust for you is-" Arashi broke off at Naruto and Orochimaru snickered and gave each other a high-five. Point 2 for Orochimaru! "What? What is so funny?" Arashi sputtered, looking back and forth, until realization hit him. He'd been had! "You are both assholes!" the blonde said angrily, standing.

"Puh-puh-puh-puh-leaaase sit dowwwwn." Naruto mimicked and giggled even harder.

"Naruto!"

"Oh, Arashi, you cute thing. We were only joking with you. Of course I know you trust me, or else I wouldn't have even met Naruto today. Goodness, you worrying man." Orochimaru grinned widely, snake-like charm placating Arashi almost immediately.

"Ahh, Le Sighhh." Naruto said as he finally managed to stop giggling, but that broke Orochimaru into peels of more laughter and soon Naruto was giggling again too. Arashi smiled. He was glad they got along.

"Naruto," a voice interrupted and the young blonde swiveled to find Kakashi standing in the dining room doorway. "Could I steal you for a moment or two?" the silverette sounded serious and Naruto immediately stood.

"Sure thing. If you would excuse me." Naruto bowed like he had before and left the room.

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Ending A/N: So, what did you think, my loves? It's more like a prologue of sorts, if you will. Kinda describing the situation and junk. Ahh, another yaoi. STUPID SEXY ADDICTION.