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?

Sasuke indeed woke up to a hellish headache the next morning, but thankfully Naruto had been there to give him aspirin as soon as he woke up and then he gave him some much appreciated and very delicious food. Sasuke was just glad he could take off the bandages and that his eyes no longer hurt.

But just as he finished his tasty breakfast, the doorbell rang and with a resigned sigh, Naruto had went to get it while Sasuke got up to go do his business. His legs were a bit shaky and he still felt pretty drained, but after having some food in him and a bit more water, he felt a hundred times better than jut a few hours ago.

That is, until his new - and now awfully annoying, due to his headache - friends barged into his bathroom just as he was about to take a leak. Had he been up to it, he would have chased them all out with the Chidori, but thankfully, Naruto had gathered all of their shirt collars in one hand - how he managed that will stay a mystery - and yanked them all out before they could collectively tackle him. Even after he finished up in the bathroom, Sasuke was still kind of reluctant to go out if it meant being tackled again.

He needn't worry, as he found a giant toad guarding the door to his bedroom. It waved at him with a ''Yo,'' before letting him get out. Even as he walked down the halls, the orange toad with purple markings continued following him. Once he reached the dinning room, he was greeted to the sight of all of his friends getting the scolding of their life by Naruto in an apron, which was just hilarious. They were all sitting on their knees with their heads bent and their hands in their laps as the blond waved around the dreaded guilty finger. Even Akamaru was sitting quietly with his head and ears down. Sasuke would have continued watching the comical sight had the toad not called Naruto's, and thus everyone else's, attention.

The others lunged again, only for Naruto to once again catch their collars and return them to their positions from a few seconds ago with an annoyed frown on his face. This sure was one hell of a way to start his morning.

Still, after a bit more of Naruto scolding them for the way they would have tackled the Uchiha, he finally let them hug him and all, but thankfully in a much more sedate manner that wouldn't hurt him or themselves. He found it a bit weird that they could still be willing to interact with him, let alone touch him, after they saw just what kind of destruction he could make with a single look. He may have passed out but be clearly remembered how the Amaterasu had been swallowing everything up like fire did gasoline. Yet here they were, fretting over him like mother hens.

Finally, it was Sakura who finally got everyone to give him some space so that she could check him over. Sasuke held very still as her glowing green chakra covered fingers, allowing the soothing feeling to wash over him. His headache slowly abated and he sighed in relief as some of the soreness left his muscles. He nodded to the pink haired girl. "Thanks, Sakura."

"Everything seems fine, but maybe you should rest for a few more days." Sakura said after another moment of searching for injuries and the such. Naruto had tried explaining to her what had happened to Sasuke and his body due to losing control of the technique but she still couldn't quite understand, couldn't grasp the notion of such power behind a single glance. But she realized that Naruto hadn't been exaggerating when he said he knew the Sharingan as well as any born Uchiha. If there was anyone who can help Sasuke learn to control those amazing powers everyone was saying the Uchihas have, then Naruto was it. "How are your eyes?"

"Better." The last Uchiha replied as he sat down at the breakfast table, taking up the glass of apple juice Naruto was serving for them all. "I'm really sorry about yesterday. You all could have gotten hurt. Or died."

"It's okay," Sai replied, thanking Naruto for the offered drink the way he had read multiple times was good in society. Like it has been stated a few times already, ROOT had not been kind to its agents in terms of a social life and especially the emotional development they should have gone through. Sai was doing all he could to squash old habits. "You didn't do it on purpose."

"You didn't even know you could do that." Kiba said with a burp as he downed the whole glass in one go and asked Naruto for another one. The blond rolled his eyes but got him a second glass before getting water for Akamaru and going over to talk to the giant toad he had had guarding Sasuke's bedroom. "So it wasn't your fault."

"But you should probably learn to control that." Neji threw in with a slight frown on his face. "That is an amazing power, a dangerous one at that. You need to know how to control it. We were lucky that Naruto-sama had been there to stop you from accidentally burning the whole of New Konoha down. We might not be so lucky again."

"Neji, there is no need to word it so harshly." Lee protested, seeing how Sasuke had tensed slightly as he was reminded just how close to death his friends had come because of him. "Sasuke-kun couldn't control it. He isn't to be at fault."

"I didn't mean it like that." The older Hyuuga protested but Sasuke cut in.

"But you are right. I need to learn how to control this power before someone gets hurt." Black eyes met white before he turned to seek out blue ones. As if sensing his gaze, the Jinchuuriki looked up from his conversation with the toad, a curious expression on his face, silently asking what was the matter. "I'll get to training right away."

The whisker scarred Immortal glared at him. "Not for another couple of days you won't!"

"But-"

Naruto didn't let him protest. "Overuse of Amaterasu, or even just using the Sharingan after an intense usage of Amaterasu like you did yesterday could lead to permanent blindness." Sasuke grew pale at these news. "You need a few days of rest before you can use it again if you want to keep your sight. Not to mention that you've spent too much of your chakra reserves. You need rest. Not even taijutsu training is recommended."

Knowing he'll get nowhere fighting with Naruto on the matter, Sasuke turned to the only medic present but Sakura just shook her head. "Not even Tsunade-sama knows enough about the Sharingan for her to tell you when and how much you can train again safely. Just bear it for a couple of days, Sasuke-kun."

Seeing that he was defeated, Sasuke sighed but nodded in consent, getting an agreeing and pleased nod in return from Naruto. They all just sat there for a moment before, predictably, Kiba broke the silence. "So now what do we do?"

"We could try out to play a few songs together?" Shino offered and Lee lit up.

"That is a brilliant idea, my youthful friend! We must practice!" The green clad teen said excitedly, getting fired up in such a manner that Tenten and Neji leaned away from him, fearing that the 'fire of his youth' might actually burn them. It should be impossible, but you just never know with a shinobi. "It will help us bond and we will become all the better for it!"

"I only have an acoustic and an electric guitar here, though." Sasuke pointed out, wondering why Lee was so excitable for someone his age. He had never been like that, not even when he was a child determined to make his brother play with him. He wondered if subduing the show of one's emotions was also an Uchiha trait. After all, he'd seen it plenty in his relatives. They only seemed to relax on the grounds belonging to the Uchiha Clan and that was only when there were no outsiders to see them. "And the amplifiers and speakers and the such for them. I don't have anything for you guys."

"Actually, I'm pretty sure Shisui used to mess around with drums." Naruto offered, thinking about whether those same drums had stayed after said Uchiha's death. "And Suzu loved to play the piano. When the electric keyboards first started mass producing, he bought a professional one that would have even the richest bands orgasming if they saw it."

"And I'm pretty sure Izumi has a mike or four somewhere." Everyone but Naruto jumped when they heard the rumbling, deep voice of the Kyuubi, whirling around to see the fox sitting in the doorway, having just entered. He was once again the size of a house cat, just like the first time Sasuke spoke with biju and Jinchuuriki. "And didn't Mikoto used to play the flute?" He suggested with a very unhelpful smirk.

Naruto rolled his eyes at his inhabitant. "Real funny, Kurama." The kitsune just smirked and popped out of existence, going back to his place in Naruto's head. The blond just sighed in exasperation before looking at the others. "What about the rest of the gear?"

"I've got Neji's base covered!" Tenten exclaimed happily, taking out a scroll from the little pouch all shinobi wore to store weapons in cases of emergency. She unwrapped it and made a hand gesture before something popped out of the seal in a cloud of smoke. Neji lunged forward to catch his instrument before it could hit the floor, a glare sent towards the sheepish looking Tenten. "Oops. Sorry."

"If you have a laptop, I can put in my thumb drive and activate the program I have installed there for a DJ set." Kiba offered, holding up said thumb drive with a smirk. Akamaru woofed excitedly. And the others were, too, at the prospect of finally hearing everyone playing together and seeing just how good of a band they might make.

Naruto looked at them all and sighed a long suffering sigh, turning to his toad companion. ''There's no chance of Gamamaru-Ōgama-Sennin needing me back at Mount Myōboku, is there?'' He asked hopefully but the orange toad shook its head at him with amusement.

''Have fun, Naruto.'' And with that, the toad popped out of existence, startling Akamaru and Kiba, who were not quite so used to kuchiyose coming and going as they liked. They were taught, like most of the youngsters today, to fear kuchiyose on sight and to treat them like an enemy instead of seeing what it wanted and why it was there. Naruto could understand, he supposed. Ever since the fall of the hidden villages, most stray kuchiyose were set there as traps for ordinary humans to fall prey to because ninja were angry of their way of treating ninja and all they have been doing and sacrificing for their country over the centuries. Shinobi were usually the one who had to clean up that mess ever since and so they taught their children to be wary of the once deeply trusted summons. In fact, only a few shinobi, mostly the Immortal ones, still used kuchiyose. Naruto could probably count them on both of his hands. People feared the kuchiyose and what they could do and only because some bastards have left quite a few kuchiyose to torment ordinary people.

"Who was that, anyway?" Kiba finally decided to ask, looking towards the seemingly fifteen year old teen. Said blond sighed and wondered if this day was ever going to end.

"That was Gamakachi. He's one of the toads from Mount Myoboku. Ero-sennin and I have a contract with toads for centuries already. I've seen him grow up." He explained casually with a shrug. "We've seen quite a few battles together. He's a good chap. Now who you really need to worry about is Gamabunta, his dad. He's a bit temperamental. Even Ero-sennin hesitates to summon him, but Gamabunta and I get along fine. Must be because of my Tou-chan," the last part he said with a far away look, lost in thought as he remembered all the stories of his father that he'd ever heard. From Madara, from Jiraiya, from Gamabunta, from Tsunade and from his uncles ... From just about anyone. Rare few had anything against his father, although he was feared by enemy nations. But that was to be expected. He was a very talented ninja, after all.

"But why do you even have a kuchiyose?" The dog lover asked, bringing Naruto out of his thoughts. "I mean, why would you even need them? You have the fox," Kurama glared at Kiba when the brunet pointed at him. "And you're Immortal and have tons of chakra and whatnot. Why would you even need summons?"

"Because Kurama and I didn't always see eye to eye," the ancient shinobi said and leaned his hip against the table near Sasuke's seat. "There was a time we couldn't stand each other. Kurama wanted out of me but we couldn't be separated or else we'd both die."

"Naruto didn't trust me and I tried manipulating him. Multiple times." The Kyuubi continued on for his host. "I even tried taking over both his mind and his body but there were a couple of failsafes his parents left behind to stop me from being successful."

"Not to mention Madara kept an extra close eye on us." Naruto added thoughtfully. "He pushed you back whenever I couldn't."

"And I hated you for being my container, for imprisoning me like that." The fox said, facing his Jinchuuriki. "And I hated you for being so precious to Madara. I wanted to hurt him through hurting you."

"I blamed you for my treatment outside of the Compound." The whisker scarred teen admitted. "But then I realized it wasn't entirely your fault, either."

"I hated your treatment, too." Kurama said with a nod. "You were just a kid, a child who by the stroke of fate became a Jinchuuriki. You didn't deserve their ridicule, not then and not now."

"There were times I wanted to let you free, to give you the revenge you wanted against all the ninja who worked so hard on trapping you in the first place." Sasuke watched this strange exchange with fascination, the others too stunned to even follow through the words spoken. He guessed they were either stuck on the thought of Naruto and Kurama not getting along - the notion seemed quite impossible with how well they got along now, how they were practically inseparable - or by the thought that Naruto was so precious to Madara, one of the legendary founders of Konoha. "A vindictive side of me would take over and I let myself drift enough for you to come out."

"I never did." Kurama spoke quietly. "I knew you didn't really want that, that you were just angry, at them and their treatment of you and of the Uchiha. So I never took up the chance. I knew you'd just hate me for it or that you might be exiled or executed if you suddenly pushed me back. So I never did." He nuzzled his kit from his perch on Naruto's shoulder, the blue eyes closing as he welcomed the intimate gesture that had taken them fifty years to get to. They were practically family, Kurama being like Naruto's protective, bad-ass older brother that loved to tease him but always had his back. And they might as well be brothers. After all, Naruto had grown right beside Kurama in Kushina's stomach.

"So since I didn't have Kurama's support, I trained extra hard to keep up with the Uchiha my age. They helped a lot and then Ero-sennin one day came for a visit and decided I should have a kuchiyose contract." Naruto casually continued the story, looking at them all with calm eyes. "My dad also had a contract with toads so I was very well welcomed by them. Mount Mobyoku became a somewhat second home to me when I had to leave with Jiraiya. I was hurt, dying and vulnerable, so more often than not, he would teleport me to Mount Mobyoku while he fought off any threat. In the meantime, I at least finished my Sage training a lot faster than anyone else had before. It helped a lot, later, when I first had to fight Pein."

"Who is this Pein?" Shino questioned, intrigued by the Immortal's story. Naruto was from a time far removed from theirs. He had different perspectives and thoughts on some of the subjects this generation of shinobi was thought to fear, hate, expect, love, respect and honor. He used ninja ranks to address people. He used kuchiyose, trusted them. He had seen many wars, both the ninja ones and the ordinary ones. He was so different that Shino wondered at times how he could stand to live in this modern world, where it was all about the money and the fame.

"Well, his real name is actually Uzumaki Nagato, but he calls himself Pein because that's mostly all he's ever experienced in life: pain. He's a war orphan trained by Ero-sennin but then he got this crazy idea that true peace in the world could only come from someone who knows true pain ruling it. So he and his two friends started an organization of mercenaries, of nukenin to be exact, and called it Akatsuki." Naruto said with a sigh, ignoring the shocked stares he got as everyone realized just who the third Uzumaki their elders always talked about was. The leader of the most feared organization both the ninja and now the shinobi world had ever know. Only the seemingly best had ever been recruited by the Akatsuki. "He's my uncle."

"You've got to be kidding me!" Kiba exclaimed, staring at the blond wide eyed. "One of the most powerful organization leaders in the world is your uncle?! What the hell!?"

Naruto snorted. "So what? Tsunade-baa-chan is my aunt and you're not making a fuss about that!" Promptly, everyone's but Sasuke's and Kurama's jaws dropped, causing the Jinchuuriki to roll his eyes with an all-suffering groan. Seriously, did they know nothing of their history, the past of Konoha's ninjas that evolved into the shinobi they were today? Sasuke kind of had to agree. No one taught about their history today. If there weren't so many Immortals walking around and talking about the 'good old days', perhaps even the ninja arts they now call shinobi arts would have been long forgotten. A single century seemed to be more than enough to forget a thousand years of ninja culture and history. The only thing anyone seemed to care about these days was ways to make themselves Immortal.

"Is this really the time to talk about Naruto-sama's family tree?" Neji suddenly spoke up, a hidden threat in his words. Sasuke looked over to him to see the older Hyuuga glaring at them all with a very dangerous scowl on his face, veins tense and taunt around his eyes as his family's Kekkei Genkai studied them all, as though judging how much effort he'd have to put into taking them all down.

"No wonder the Council of Clans and even the Advisors want to get rid of you." The Inuzuka mused to himself. He didn't even notice when everyone else turned to look at him, too immersed in his own thoughts. "You've got your fingers in all the pies, as the saying goes."

For some unimaginable reason, this caused Naruto to recoil back before something dark descended on his eyes. Sasuke watched as Naruto disappeared and out once again came the tortured, shunned Jinchuuriki adopted by the Uchiha. He was locking himself in and them out and Sasuke was going to be damned if he allowed the blond to close himself off. They'd just started really talking to each other and Naruto was not allowed to draw back after he had planted a seed of hope in Sasuke that his beloved older brother was still alive somewhere out there.

So he took matters into his own hands and drew the conversation away from the topics that are putting up Naruto's walls again with such frightening speed. "So, are we going to practice or what? I mean, we were planning on trying out a first song together-"

He cut himself off when Naruto straightened up, put away his apron and just strode right out of the room and out of the house before anyone could get a single word in. Hinata tried calling out to him to stop but he either didn't hear her or just plain ignored the call. They could just stare at where he had left their sight when they heard the front doors opening and closing.

Kiba squirmed in his seat. "Was it something I said?"