Precious Treasure of the Uchiha

Summary: For centuries, a child Madara took in lived with the Uchiha clan and was loved above all treasures. But in this day and time,the clan is wiped out, only one remaining. Read on as Naruto tries to solve the murder of the clan and the disappearance of Itachi all the while protecting the last living Uchiha. How will Sasuke cope in the world of immortals?

The next day at school, the group acted like nothing was different, as if they hadn't just spent an entire night partying with the Hyuuga family after giving them back their rightful Head of their Clan. Sasuke and Kiba, of course, immediately went back to pestering Naruto to be a singer in their band, but the blond refused none the less. Now knowing the reason behind his refusal, Sasuke started making plans that might resemble something Itachi would do, but he couldn't think of a good enough way to make Naruto sing again.

He learned that Naruto was a great evader of fangirls (it was a given he was good at it by now, if he really raised all those Uchiha), though, because he kept saving Sasuke from his one nightmare all day, making the Uchiha have to thank him a few times. And in return for that help, Sasuke got Ino off of his back - figuratively speaking - when she nagged at him not being a good enough singer to go against her.

They spent lunch on the rooftop, their little group, which gave Kiba an inspiration as to how to get close enough to the blond for Naruto to join their band. Sasuke had wanted to kill him when he suggested they have a sleepover in the Uhciha Compound and, predictably, Naruto refused until Sasuke said it was okay and then - on Sakura's insistence - insisted that the blond come along.

"I don't know." The blond still tried to evade it and Sasuke was actually willing to help him - he didn't want someone as disrespectable as Kiba or as excitable as Lee in his Clan's home, where they might break or steal something - when Kiba cut him off.

"Come on, dude! Think about it! Just us guys - and Hinata and Sakura, if they want - drinking bear, watching movies, playing games," the dog lover seemed to be getting more and more excited with each activity he offered and Lee was already vibrating in place with anticipation. "We could show off our music skills a bit and talk business about the band. We could share stories and maybe even make smores-"

"Those are for outdoors camping, you idiot." Sasuke cut in but Kiba just kept going.

"We'll all get to know each other well enough for you to like us enough to sing in front of us. I'll get Shino, too, since he's in the band." The brunet grinned at the whisker scarred Immortal. "What do you say?"

Naruto seemed to be thinking about it and Kiba and Lee eagerly leaned forward when he hummed. Blue eyes focused back on them and a grin stretched tan cheeks. "You know what?" Even Sakura and Neji leaned forward at the excitable tone he used, all waiting with bathed breath for his next words. "I still won't do it." The four face planted into the rooftop and Naruto snorted at their fall. Sasuke looked away so no one would see his amusement, as Uchihas don't show their emotions in public. Kiba was the first to recover and he glared at the blond.

"And why the hell not!?"

"I already told you I don't sing anymore." The Immortal pointed out and Sakura sighed while running a hand through her pink hair.

"Just give us a chance, okay?" Naruto looked hesitant to turn them down at that but he still didn't answer. "Please?" The blond bit his lip but he still didn't answer, looking away from the kunoichi. "If you do give us a chance and still decide against singing, then we won't bother you about it again." Cerulean eyes settled on emerald as the girl extended a hand for him to shake. "Deal?" She ignored Kiba's protests and instead focused all her attention entirely on Naruto.

The oldest of the group groaned but offered his hand for the shake none the less. "I must be crazy if I actually agreed to this sleepover, but I've been called worse."

"Yosh! We'll get to know you yet, my youthful friend! You will not regret this night of fun and youth!" They all sweat dropped at the bowl haircut kid's exclamation and that was the end of that discussion. They went on with their day as usual - except for history class, where Naruto corrected the teacher on the topic of an old dialect while he was quoting some historian from two hundred years ago (yeah, Mizuki hated Naruto's guts for the blond correcting him in front of an entire class) - before they were all released from school and went home. Sasuke kept grumbling as he set up the extra futons in one of the bigger rooms in his house, glaring at everything with all that he was worth while he worked.

Until the doorbell rang not an hour after he came home, that is. He frowned in confusion as he went towards the door, wondering who it could be as the others were supposed to come at six and it was only three thirty now. When he opened the door, Sasuke was only mildly shocked to find Naruto standing there, both hands full of seven overfilled shopping bags each. The raven arched an eyebrow, knowing that couldn't be light but he didn't step out of his doorway to let the Immortal in. Naruto rolled his eyes at him.

"Aren't you going to be a good host and invite me in?"

"How did you open the gate?" There was a strong barrier around the Uchiha Compound, so the only way to enter the estate was through the front gate, which were locked and a seal was placed on it so that no one can get in if they weren't from the Uchiha Clan and didn't know how to open the seal.

"Did you forget I raised most of your ancestors and as such have keys to all of Uchiha properties?" Naruto retorted with another roll of his eyes, making Sasuke scowl at him. "Are you going to let me in or not?"

"I'm thinking about it," the last Uchiha said sarcastically but he stepped aside when Naruto only laughed at his comeback. He turned around and lead the way to the kitchen, knowing the blond would follow as he walked down the halls of his house. It was a huge, old style, traditional house befitting more the Japanese emperor than a mere clan, no matter how rich they were. The whole compound was actually made to resemble the original as much as it could, but there were still echoes of the modern times. The floor in the living room was covered in tatami mats and most of the doors were sliding doors. They even had an onsen on the grounds and many of the older Uchiha had opened small businesses on the streets of their wast land. The houses made you feel like you somehow reverted back in time. Yet it was considered the most beautiful compound among the clans and the Uchiha were greatly envied for it. They had electricity and everything every normal 21st century household would have, but the antiquity of the houses gave them an elegance they would lack anywhere else. "What are you even doing here so early?" An ebony eyebrow was arched over a proud shoulder as they entered the beautiful, well equipped kitchen.

Naruto grinned when he saw the new thing in the kitchen, an old black wood table set. "I see Mikoto-chan managed to get that hard ass to put this set back." The blond chuckled to his own joke while Sasuke frowned at him. "Oh, right. I got them that for their wedding gift. Fugaku put it away a few weeks before he ... asked me to leave." The humor seemed to have drained right out of the Immortal but before Sasuke could have any sort of reaction, the blond shook his head and smiled again. Only this one didn't seem quite as genuine as the first one had been. "He probably already knew he would ask me to leave so he wanted something to remember me by intact."

"Do you know why he asked you to go?" Sasuke questioned, wondering why everyone thought Naruto was thrown out or chased away when he seemed to be such a great influence on the lives of the other Uchiha. If his father had kept something to remember the blond by, then he really never actually wanted the blond to leave. So why did he ask him to? Why was Sasuke the first and only Uchiha in four hundred years to never have even met the blond? Sasuke wasn't stupid. He was a genius, actually. Jiraiya might have stopped himself from fully blurting it out, but Sasuke had managed to put all the pieces together and he knew everyone before him had had Naruto in their life. So why not him, too? What changed to make his father ask Naruto to leave?

"Yeah," Naruto's voice was a bit far away and there was a dark look in his eyes as he started taking out the things he bought. "I'm guessing you want to know?"

"I won't make you tell me." The Uchiha told him as he moved to help, putting away the things that needed to be put in the pantry. He ignored the curious look the blond sent him. From their first conversation in the library, Sasuke knew not to push the whisker scarred teen. It would only end in Naruto avoiding him until the next time they had to be in each other's presence, and if he wanted to get to know more about the blue eyed boy, that just won't do. He did as Naruto instructed him to leave a few of the items out and he listened as they moved around each other with an ease that is usually born out of routine, preparing the ingredients to something Sasuke guessed Naruto wants to cook. "And you don't have to make anything."

"I think I owe you that much." The blond said as he took out an old orange apron from one of the drawers, making Sasuke rise an eyebrow at the Uchiha crest on it. "A gift." Naruto offered up when he saw the questioning expression. "And I don't mind. I actually like cooking and I missed doing so in here. A hundred years in this house ... after you can't come back, you miss every corner and dust bunny."

"I know the feeling. Me and Nii-san couldn't live here for a few years until he turned eighteen." Sasuke said absentmindedly as he put what looked like stake into the freezer.

"I know. I had to fight the advisors not to take away the Compound and Uchiha Corp." Startled, Sasuke looked up at his guest and Naruto cursed himself. "Shit, you didn't even know about that, did you? Hell, what was Itachi thinking, not telling you these things."

"We have an entire company and no one ever told me!?"

Now it was the Uzumaki that was startled, looking at the slightly panting teen from his yell. "You didn't know you were the heir of one of the biggest world wide business empires?" Sasuke shook his head with a set jaw, rage filling his onyx eyes. "Damn it, Fugaku. He must have focused on training Itachi and a few others to run the business and only planned on telling you when you got older. But because of what happened, that fell to Itachi and Itachi would never put any additional responsibilities on your shoulders."

"Who has the company now?" The rightful heir hissed out in a seething tone. "The Advisors? A different Clan?"

"Actually, I do." Naruto answered. "I'm running it with the help of Jiraiya and Kakashi. They call me in when there's something they can't deal with and I come and solve it. A few of your workers are Immortals, so they know me. I usually look different for other people, make myself look older and aging so they don't get suspicious." He shrugged and peeked over his shoulder at the last Uchihan. "I'm supposed to hand it over to you when you turn eighteen. I thought you knew."

"I obviously didn't. It would seem I don't know a lot of things." Sasuke turned away from the blond, seething at how unfairly and unequally he has been treated so far. So many secrets have been kept from him and he realized just how many as, one by one, they popped up every day. It would seem, though, that the biggest deal was that he had never met the dobe until the night the other teen saved him, Sakura, Sai and Jiraiya. Maybe if he had been around earlier, he would actually know a few vital things for his own survival among the other clans.

"Then I guess it's the best time to tell you why I was asked to leave." That brought his attention back to his companion, who was currently chopping up onions without even looking at them. He grinned at Sasuke when he looked over before taking a garlic and doing the same. He put the chopped vegetables into a pot of water before moving back to the chopping board to continue preparing the other vegetables such as carrots, parsley, arugula and celery. "I met Fugaku for the first time when he was three weeks old. I had a mission for the Alliance so I couldn't make it, but your grandfather wasn't angry; he understood how much they were expecting of me. Fugaku took to me from the moment your grandmother handed me to him. He grew more possessive of me as the years passed: like a kid grows possessive of a favorite uncle or an older brother. I found it cute. It became subtle with age, but it never went away. And when he met Mikoto-chan (they were eighteen at the time), I was the first person who got to meet her. Fugaku greatly respected me and valued my opinion above all else. They thankfully married before your grandfather's death. It made him really happy to see his son was going to have a nice life ahead of him."

Sasuke listened carefully as he sat at the table, leaning his elbows on its surface and observing Naruto as he picked up the pace and started putting more ingredients into the stew he was making. He made no sound so as not to disturb the blond in his story. He was very interested in how his father was before he was born. Naruto had left at that point so that was the point in time Fugaku had become cold. Sasuke wanted to know what made Fugaku give up someone who had obviously been so important in his life.

"Seventeen and a half years ago, there was a situation." The Kyuubi vessel continued as he spiced up the stew. "Danzo tried taking over the Uchiha Compound and Uchiha Corp, following some rumor and trying to find it in the two places the Uchiha cloud possibly hide said thing of rumor. Fugaku and a few others barely managed to keep all the properties, but Danzo had crossed the line. He had, apparently, tried to go after Shisui, one of your cousins. He was about four to five years older than Itachi and his Sharingan had an interesting ability that Danzo would have just loved stealing. Fugaku realized Danzo was going after the Uchihas themselves and all that they hold dear and precious, so he started hiding things. But the most dangerous thing that Danzo could possibly get his hands on if he ever got two Sharingan eyes would be me."

"Why?" Sasuke didn't understand that. Sure, Naruto was the oldest Immortal and gossip stated he was the only one who knew the way to the ninja villages, and sure, he probably knew the Uchiha techniques better than some of the Uchiha themselves, but Naruto was not a part of their property and could probably level Danzo with the ground in a few minutes.

"Sharingan has many abilities. I'll have to train you in them when I judge how ready you are to even begin the theoretical part of that training." The Immortal said as he wiped away his hands and turned to give Sasuke his fool attention. "The most feared, however, is the ability to control biju."

Sasuke started, suddenly remembering what Jiraiya had said about the attempted theft of the Kyuubi and how it had ended with Naruto as his Jinchuuriki and as Madara's adopted son. "We can do that? Can I do that?"

Naruto looked at him with scrutiny before shrugging. "Don't know. I still have to see how developed your Sharingan is and sometimes that doesn't even matter. You could have a fully developed Sharingan and still not be able to do it." Sasuke nodded at the explanation and gestured for the other to continue. "Anyway, Fugaku feared I would end up being used as a weapon, so he chased me away so that I can hide in plain sight. I've been doing it for years so he wasn't worried about me not being able to take care of myself. And I can't say I blame him for worrying about what might happen. Kurama wasn't meant to be controlled. None of the biju were, and if you can control the biju, you control the Jinchuuriki, too, so I can't blame him for trying to hide me away in order to protect me and everyone else, even if it hurt. What I do blame him for in all of this is that I never got to see Itachi, and especially you, the two last born Uchiha, grow up. Itachi tried chasing after me, so Fugaku insisted that I leave the country. I never made it to your birth and Fugaku forbade me to have any contact with either of you. I could see he hated the order as much as I did, since he always used to tell me that his childhood was made so great only because I was there to take care of him and his cousins, but if I had stayed at that time, things could have gotten only more complicated."

"What do you mean?" Sasuke asked as he leaned forward, his interest peeked all over again on this topic.

"Danzo had been trying to paint the Uchiha as traitors who want to break the Allience up and rule over all the shinobi nations. Rare few had trust in your clan so the propaganda spread and was accepted easily. If I had been there, they might have ended up chasing your family into exile. To have a Jinchuuriki and their biju so loyal to a single clan ..." Naruto shook his head in regret. "It didn't matter that we helped protect both Konoha and New Konoha all those years."

"So you just ... left?" The raven haired one asked, staring at the bright haired teen. "Just like that?" That didn't seem right to Sasuke. It didn't sound like Naruto at all. He may have known the guy for just a couple of days, but he got the impression that the blond never gave up. "You just ... gave up?"

Naruto looked affronted by the questioning accusation and he showed it by humping and crossing his arms over his chest. "Of course not! I didn't want to leave nor did I want to miss out on your and Itachi's lives. But it were difficult times. A little after you were born, New Suna attacked us and one of your cousins, who Kakashi took a liking to, died. And while everyone had been happy to see the back of my head as I was leaving, they blamed the Uchiha for me not being there to fight the other Jinchuuriki. They blamed them for the loss of lives, never mind that fifteen Uchiha died protecting New Konoha." It was growled out and Naruto's eyes flashed red in anger but a few slow breaths calmed him down. "And then not long before the massacre," Sasuke cringed while Naruto paled as he said the word they both hated equally as much. "Another of your cousins died."

"Uchiha Shisui," Sasuke stated with a nod. "Nii-san beat up three of my twice-removed uncles in his grief. He apologized right afterwards and they forgave him, but it didn't bring Shisui back. He was Nii-san's best friend."

"Yeah. Itachi told me Danzo stole Shisui's right eye and Shisui's mother gave him his left; he had put it in his will that if he died, his eyes were to go to Itachi. I spent a few months researching if it was true and where he kept it, but I think Danzo beat me in the race."

"You think he ordered a hit on my clan?"

"I wouldn't be surprised." The blond answered as he checked on the stew and started stirring it. "He had no qualms doing so before for anyone he thought a threat to his own position. And if the Uchiha found proof that he indeed did steal Shisui's eye, then everyone in New Konoha would gladly hold him down while your clansmen killed him."

"So where were you that night?" The mortal of the two shinobi's asked curiously, no accusation in his tone. It was probably why Naruto answered at all.

"I was still trying to find proof, but I got an emergency page from Itachi and I teleported to the scene just in time to protect you two. No one knew I was in New Konoha and I wanted it to stay that way, so after making sure that I really couldn't save anyone else, I hid and watched the proceedings from the shadows." The blond leaned heavily on the counters on either side of the stow and talked through grit teeth. "I could only watch as they tried to tear your lives apart even more and get Jiraiya and Kakashi the documents they would need to win custody of you two. Itachi held up great but I was worried about you. You were so young."

"Itachi had the Sharingan when he was my age. I think I handled the situation poorly."

"Don't be an idiot." The other grumbled at him.

"Why didn't you come to take care of us if you raised so many other Uchiha?" Now this question was slightly accusing and Naruto turned around to face the other teen again. "You could have just announced your presence to the Council and had moved right back in to look after us."

"You sound just like him. Itachi made that point, too, and as the technically new head of the Clan, he could remove Fugaku's request. And he did." The stew started bulbing and Naruto took it off of the heater, instead placing an oiled pan in its place and letting it heat up do he can place the chicken nuggets on it and fry them. "But I didn't go back. Why? Because I knew I had to find out who was skilled enough to kill of an entire clan of geniuses, most of whom had their Sharingan, fully matured, and a lot of battle experience. Itachi and you survived that night and you had protection - myself, Kakashi, Jiraiya, Tsunade and others loyal or who owed the Uchihas - but you never know when they would come back. So I did my best to find them. It was hard, as they leave no trace behind, but I still got a few things. I had hoped that I would catch them before they came back for more, but," Naruto took a shuddering breath as the oil sizzled and he threw in the chicken. "I failed. Again. And they got Itachi."

Sasuke flinched before the words registered and the underlining meaning became quite obvious. "You think the accident ... wasn't an accident?"

"It's too convenient." The blond explained. "Itachi seems to have found a lead and he went to investigate it himself - I tried to tell him that he shouldn't go, that it's too dangerous and that he has you to look after, but he just said he trusted me to take care of you if anything happens to him and went anyway. A bad habit your predecessors seem to have picked up from me, so please don't follow suit - and he ended up in a plane accident somewhere over the Bermudian Triangle, where accidents like this happen all the time. The Shinobi Alliance went out to search for him only because I insisted, but they declared him dead and that his body had burned to ashes due to the intense heat." He turned around and walked over to the owner of the house and placed a hand on Sasuke's shoulder in comfort, knowing this was probably too much but the teen needed to know these things. Sasuke was right: he was kept in the dark for far too long.

"And they made me bury an empty coffin." Was the hollow reply as Sasuke stared off into space, those god awful memories coming back full force and making him shy away from the warm hand that was providing comfort. When he remembered those days, he tended to draw into himself and avoid physical contact like the plague, not wanting to get so close to someone again, just to lose them all over again.

"Tsunade-baa-chan tried to convince me to stay with you - and I was tempted, I was really, really tempted, but your life was now more in danger than ever. Besides," the blond said as he moved back to turn the chicken over. His voice sounded unfocused as he concentrated on the task at hand as he spiced up the meat. "I had to keep looking for Itachi before someone else finds him. I knew Jiraiya would look after you until I could come back and that Kakashi will be a good teacher for you-"

"Wait." The Uchiha interrupted and Naruto's blue eyes looked over to him over his shoulder. Sasuke was staring at him with a ... strange expression, something between hope, shock and disbelief flashing in his black eyes. "Wha-What did you just say?"

"That Kakashi would be a good teacher?" The confused blond repeated, alightly shocked to have heard the other stutter like that.

"No, before that." Sasuke sounded winded when he demanded and blond eyebrows furrowed as their owner watched him. Still, he thought about it and understanding flashed through cerulean eyes.

"I guess they never told you that tidbit, either, huh." The tanned male grumbled before turning for who knows which time to fully face his charge. "The circumstances under which it happened, the timing, the place, the cause of death ... I found it too suspicious. After they declared it an accident, an ordinary plane crash, I conducted my own search. I'm still searching for him today."

"Speak plainly, damn it!" The agitated sixteen year old snapped and Naruto ran a hand through blond locks of hair in a tired gesture.

"Sasuke, I never believed in that story, those reports." Blue eyes met Sharingan red, shock very much clear in those red orbs. "I'm still looking for Itachi because I think he's alive and in danger."