A/N: My first story, please rate and review... This story is NaruHina. I hope its liked.

Naruto: A Hero in Disguise

It was a bright summer day in Konohagakure. The hidden ninja village was at peace. It was ten years since the Kyuubi no Yoko, the nine-tailed demon fox, was defeated by the village's hero, the Fourth Hokage. Since then, the village lived in relative peace. With all of the peace, some villagers were still not comfortable living in what was probably the most powerful of the hidden villages. When you asked them why, their answers would always be the same. It would go by many names, but almost every time the words left their lips as if it was venom.

"The damn fox"

"The demon child!"

"The kid…"

"That damn Naruto…"

Yes, the bane of most of the people in the village was none other than the ten year old ninja-to-be, Naruto Uzumaki. Born on October 10th, he was soon to be hated almost his entire life. When seen, he was always sporting his trademarked bright orange jumpsuit and a smile, running at top speed from a prank he had probably just pulled. Today he was running from several high ranked chuunin for a cinnamon bun he had stolen from them.

"Hey you brat! Get back here with my snack!" one yelled. His face was red and he was panting heavily. He had two more chuunin following him closely behind, panting as well. They chased him into an alleyway; at the end was a high brick wall.

"We have you now, you little nuisance" the lead chuunin said, as he started making hand signs. At this, the youth smirked, and started making some of his own, none of them actually real, before yelling…

"Paint Can Ambush Attack No Jutsu!"

"Paint can wha-" was their answer before several paint cans full of red, green and yellow paint fell on their heads, blinding them. They struggled to get them off their heads, only to find that the paint had glue mixed into it. The type of glue was Ninja Glue… Chakra laced with the power to hold on as tight as chakra! Needless to say they didn't get it off for a while.

"Hahaha! Serves them right! They shouldn't have shoved their way in front of me and bought the last one!" Naruto said as he ran through the street, sporting his biggest smile, causing his eyes to close in earnest. As such he wasn't watching where he was going and crashed into a small, slightly frightened Hyuuga heiress…

"Ouch!" Naruto yelled, as he fell back, rubbing his nose. When he looked up, he saw a small girl with dark blue hair and pale lavender eyes. She was wearing a thick gray overcoat, which she was clutching tightly. Naruto could see her moving her lips, even though she was looking away, but he couldn't hear a thing.

"Hey! Girlie-chan! If you wanna say something then speak up!" Naruto yelled.

At this, the girl started speaking a little louder. It was still barely a whisper, but at least he could hear her now. He thanked himself he had unusually well hearing. She had said…

"A-ano, sir…" and then returned to her silence. Naruto, however, was not pleased

"Y'know, you should also look at someone when you're talking to them." She turned to face him, "Good Girlie-chan, now speak… where I can hear you."

"Ano, sir, it won't happen again."

"Now that's better Girlie-chan! Don't sweat it! I ran into you! Tell you what, you can have this cinnamon bun, I don't like the things anyway, I only took it to get back at them.

The young girl took the cinnamon bun shakily, never looking up from her feet. When she finally did look up, however, Naruto had already disappeared.

Uzumaki was now running along the rooftops. When everyone in your village hates you, you find that running in the streets was a very bad idea. In empty streets like the one he was in before, it was okay, but in most areas something was usually thrown at him. When hungry he would sometimes stroll through the produce street and catch the rare, fresh produce that came his way. But he learned the hard way; one day when he was eight; that there are weapon stores in his beloved town, and they loved keeping rusty weapons within arm's reach. That was not a good day for him, and he thanked the powers that be for giving him incredible healing. He wondered though, why was there someone on that street anyway? He made sure that no one would be there after mapping the time tables of the streets very carefully. That street was empty. Oh well, he wouldn't worry about it. He had an even bigger job today. He needed somewhere to eat, and seeing as he couldn't cook to save his, or anyone else's life. He often relied on restaurants to feed him. They often poisoned his food; you notice the taste after being fed it so many times, too bad they didn't know poison didn't affect him.

He managed to walk into a little shop in one of the streets that were usually empty. This store, like the street, was deserted. He looked around, and let out a sigh he stopped noticing he was holding. He sat down and rang a small bell, and after a little while a man stepped from behind a curtain that he guessed had the kitchen in it.

"Hello young sir!" the man said heartily, "what would you like?"

Naruto was a little shocked. This would be the second time this week, and probably his entire life, he was treated with such respect. The word "sir" sounded foreign to his ears. It was never said to him, and as such he never repeated it to someone else. He sat there a while in shock, worrying the old man behind the counter.

"Are you okay little one? Are you lost or something?"

Naruto answered quickly after being shaken from his mild shock, "No! Sorry about that. So what do you guys serve here?"

The old man answered prideful "Only the world's best ramen! We have all sorts of flavors! Beef, pork, miso, cheese, shrimp, chili-"

"If it's the best then why am I your only customer?"

"Watch it brat! Don't you know not to piss off the guy who makes your food?"

"Geez gramps, don't catch a heart attack on me, just make me a pork ramen then…"

The old man trudged off into the kitchen for a little while, before emerging with a steaming hot bowl of ramen, beef flavored.

"Ne, I said I wanted pork!"

"You pissed me off, so you get beef"

Naruto grunted as he took a bite, or a huge mouthful of the broth, never taking his eyes off the man in front of him. Those same eyes bulged out of his head, as his taste buds were attacked to the point of almost giving out on him. He had never eaten a poison that tasted like this! Come to think of it, none of them had the same effect either. He took another bite of the mysterious food, wondering where it had been all of his life, and had the same, desired effect. The rest of the rather normal sized bowl was practically inhaled before Naruto asked for another, in his own crazy way.

"Hey gramps! I don't know what kind of poison you put in this food, but its good! Another round! In your biggest bowl!"

At this, the old man became a little ticked. I mean sure, he had dealt with a few rude brats in his day, but none of them were quite this rude. "Hey kid! I have a name y'know! It's Teuchi, and that was my biggest bowl. And what do you mean? I don't make poison flavored ramen. It's bad for business."

Naruto was shocked. This person was treating him with respect, well, the most he had ever received, and gave him a good bowl of something that wasn't just poisoned water, albeit the wrong order. He started to tear up. Everything was happening so quickly, and he was never exposed to the things that were happening now, which just happened to be compassion.

Teuchi saw the boy start to tear up, so he left to let him compose himself. In his absence, he found a bigger bowl, which was really a fancy pot he had received around the same time he had opened the place, and made another batch of beef ramen, only this time with a little more flavor, little did he know he would be making it the same way for the same person for many years after.