Title: Hidden Talent

Rating: M (Take A guess why!)

Summary: 17-year-old Naruto Uzumaki is one part of the famous artisan called Kyuubi. Only thing is that no one knows this other than the two people who have grown up with him. Now Naruto's met Sasuke, a hot-shot company owner who's lusting after our favorite little blond, but he doesn't know about Naruto's alias, plus their relationship didn't get off on the right foot, Seeing as how Sasuke ran right into Naruto With his car. Oh dear, this is gonna be good...

Pairings: SasuNaru, NejiGaa, ShikaKiba, ShinoChoji, KakaIru, way more when I get started...

Blanket Disclaimer: I tried, Ifailed, Now the ceilings are laughing at me... (Basically I don't own Naruto)

Warnings: shonen Ai, Yaoi, Fluff, smut, you know the usual?

Dedications?: None... Just kidding, this is a Birthday fic for HamShibuya! Happy (Belated) Birthday! I hope This make it up to you!

Chapter started: 9:38 PM 6/1/2007
Chapter finished: 5:32 PM 6/3/2007
Chapter posted: 6:05 PM 6/3/2007
Chapter re-written/edited started: 12:51 AM 6/10/2009
Chapter re-written/edited finished: 1:07 PM 6/17/2009
Chapter re-posted: 1:02 PM 6/18/2009

A/n: All right, I thought about writing like fifty one-shots for Ham, but then I would have broken my laptop again, and been chased by rabid fan-guys and girls, and squirrls.

Miran: I WANT COFFEE!!!

Nette: She's gonna be in a caffine induced coma soon, seeing how many cups she's drinking, because of the "Graduations" She has to attend and Take care of all of her tiny cousins.

Miran: GET THE CHAINSAW!!! THE FuckING CEILING'S LAUGHING AT ME!!!!!

Nette: Fuck NO!! GET AWAY FROM THE FuckING TOOLS!!!

Miran: I WANTITIWANTIT!!!!! IWANTTHECHAINSAWYOUAFERwHOCAN'TgetLAID!!!

Nette: ... +(Twitch)

Miran: ...

Nette: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (turns to readers) Read&review, Please Enjoy!

Edited A/n: Hey! Alright I was looking through this chapter and found a lot of glaring mistakes and to put it plainly, they irritate me. So therefore I decided to edit and re-write a couple of things while trying to keep it the same as it used to be. I tried to do this to it while using the original chapter as a skelington, bevause two years ago I wasn't as articulate as I am now. Don't worry I haven't edited much because it is just getting from point A to B, so Please enjoy? ^//.//^

Prolouge(Or chapter one, depends on how you look at things.)

NARUTO POV

Hidden Life-

'I am what you would call an Artisan. This is because I wouldn't say artist, or writer per say. The reason is because you have to be dedicated to your art to be called either title. I'm not, because I'd rather spread myself over many different art forms, because only being one thing is boring.

'Sure I write but, I also draw, paint, photograph, make building plans, write songs, and design things, basically whatever capture's my interest at the time and I can do good enough to sell. At any rate, I am Kyuubi-sensei, the famous artisan, who has written one of the manga legands, "Hell is a Place Called Home," designed the school that I'm supposed to be going to later on, as my new guardian has informed me so, made a musical genius that I called, "An Angel's Sorrow", and painted at least 40 different priceless master pieces that the media dubbed, "The Images of Magic."

'Ha, Those stupid tabloids would love to get inside my head. They love me. Or at least, they don't know me. You remember, right? I'm the biggest mystery, as so voted in all of Japan. No wait, that survey was taken in Tokyo. My only home.

'Now here I am, on my way to my Grandmother's best friend's House in a city called Konoha, who is also my 'God' mother of sorts. I have to live with her for at least a year. How the fuck am I supposed to keep my secret from her? She knows everything!

'And the people at my "new" school? They are probably as nosy as the others! Why can't they accept that I have no time to be socializing with those idiots, I have to figure out how to get my crap to my editor after all.

'Shit. Where am I?' I snapped out of the daze that hung over me and looked up for a sign.

"Downtown Konoha" said the sign that hung over me. I stared at the sign for a couple of minutes, then I looked around, 'HOW THE HELL DID I END UP HERE?!?' I didn't see how I did end up there, so I just kept walking until a little spot of information decided to become known once more to me...

"Oh yeah, I'm supposed to see that lady, at twelve and it's... 1:20?!!?" 'FUCK!!!! I'm LATE!!' I started running toward the cafe we had agreed to met at, and as I started to run across the road, I heared a car horn and I suddenly felt a blinding pain.

It felt like my ribs were cracking and I saw black coming in almost completely covering the red that I saw at first... I could feel something leaving me, and soon everything began to fade... into a mixture of black and crimson.

I heard paniced voices and screaming. 'What the hell just happened?' I remembered this question as I faded slowly into a abyss...

Normal POV-

The guy who ran over our blonde on the other hand quickly stopped the car, one thought running through his mind. 'Shit.'

Hurriedly, he opened his door and picked up the injured blonde and decided to drive him to the hospital, seeing how he wasn't in the condition to go there himself. Gently he placed the boy in the passenger seat of his car and glared at anyone who wanted to say anything. 'Shit, I hope you can make it to the hospital idiot.' He winced at the broken windshield. 'I'll fix it later.'

A/n: Short but sweet and it introduces the story. Just so you know, I have no idea how it's supposed to feel when you get hit by a car. Only Ham does.

Miran: ... (Cowering in the corner)

Nette: Please Review and continue to read! With love from us this is

Lynette&Miranda signing off!

Questions filled with beautiful music:

Should I continue?

Does It suck?

Am I just worrying too much?