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 didn't know what Naruto's grin was all about but he did know he was not going to really like it. And he was right when he suddenly felt Naruto grab onto his wrist with one of his hands and waved at a random vendor at some stall as he dragged the struggling Uchiha behind him. All struggles were futile, what with Naruto's status as an Immortal giving him immense strength even without the need to channel chakra into his muscles.

"Give me two watered down sake, my good man!" The blond yelled, seating himself in front of the stall and grinning at the old man running it. Said man grinned back, taken by Naruto's cheer and charm and gave them two little cups before pouring out their ordered beverage.

"The first round is on the house."

The blond's grin only turned wider. "Thank you!" Then he proceeded to take a swig before waving the rest of their companions over, looking Sai and Sakura directly in the eye. "Are either of you interested in a drinking game?"

"Naruto! We're supposed to stay sober!" The girl admonished then gave an incredulous gasp as the smiling Sai took a seat besides Naruto. "Sai! Don't you dare!"

"Relax, Sakura-chan!" The blond called, ordering two pure rice vines from the vendor, who was interested in this drinking game. Especially since a few more people had stopped nearby to see what the commotion was all about. "People like us would need to drink, like, seven gallons of pure alcohol for it to have any effect on us. We'll be able to keep an eye out for everything just fine."

"Wait, seriously?" The excited Kiba asked, coming to stand right behind Naruto, placing his hands on the 400 year old's shoulders. "Your alcohol tolerance rises that much!? That's wicked awesome!" The dog lover exclaimed, throwing his arm around Naruto's shoulder and trying to push Sasuke out of his seat by Naruto's side. The raven haired teen just pushed him off. Never the less, the Inuzuka remained by the blond's side. "Do you get a headache later? Are you hung over later? How much have you drunk at once?"

"Yes, it does and yes it is awesome." Naruto replied with a smirk and a toast with his watered down sake at his charge before chugging it down and enjoying the slight burn of the alcohol down his throat. "No, I don't and no. One time, I drank a local pub out of sake." The last was said in a whisper so that the vendor wouldn't hear and get suspicious. "It was fun."

"Sweet!"

"But it was for a special occasion." The whisker scarred teen warned, remembering the big wedding Uchiha Sarada had with some long ago forgotten ninja that he had once upon a time personally known and liked but was now just a faded memory for everyone else. And that was only two hundred years ago. He should have been remembered longer, as well as the cheerful, bright Uchiha he had married. Naruto shook his head, not wanting to get stuck in his memories now of all times. This was supposed to be fun, not sad. ''I usually don't like drinking that much, but it's always good for festivities!''

''Can we play this drinking game?'' The dog boy asked, wanting to see if he could defeat any of his still mortal friends. He was disappointed when Naruto shook his head no. ''Huh? Why?''

''Because we'll need you guys sober by the time the concerts start. Sai, Sakura and I can drink, keep Lee away from the alcohol at all costs- yes, I did hear of his condition. We don't need another drunken fist incident drawing attention to us.'' Naruto replied, interrupting Tenten before she could question him. No one asked how he knew. Gossip like that tended to travel real fast among the shinobi, especially the Immortal ones. ''You guys can have a bit of watered down sake at best. My treat, but no more than three cups, okay?'' Naruto sent a look towards the vendor, who happily nodded and brought out more cups, pouring out the alcohol. The more customers the better. He stopped to look at Sakura, having heard Naruto's words and wondering if she, too, will participate in this game.

Sakura sighed and nodded at the man, sitting on the other side of Sai. ''I guess I'll join in on the game.'' Some of their friends, including Naruto, cheered at this, earning a small smile form the pink haired girl and the group even more spectators, all very much interested with how this was to turn out. ''So, how do we play this game?''

''It's easy. Even people like us,'' and by that, he meant Immortals, in case no one had caught on. ''Lose some of our wits after a certain amount of alcohol. We'll play it simple. Each of our friends - or anyone here, if they wish to participate,'' he added with a grin to the curious crowd that had gathered. Some flushed at having been caught staring while the others were far more interested in the rules of the game to mind. ''Will give us some good tongue twister. The first person to make a mistake loses. The last one remaining wins.''

''And what do we get if we win?'' Sakura asked, curious as to what the reward could be. Because there had to be a reward.

''The two who lost treat the winner to whatever they want. One ride,'' he gestured toward the rides that the city had set up. ''Food, drinks, games, whatever. And both losers have to treat the winner separately.''

''You've got yourself a deal.''

''Are we ready to begin?'' Sai asked with the same smile and Naruto grinned at the two. They all turned towards the group and waited for someone to come up with a good tongue twister.

''Okay, I've got one.'' Tenten announced happily, raising her hand while the others still thought. ''Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked. If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?''

The three took their first shot and then repeated the tongue twister perfectly, their minds still very much clear. The rule was, of course, to recite it clearly, coherently and quickly. No faltering. So far so good.

''Hyoko pyoko pyoko mi pyoko pyoko. Awasete pyoko pyoko mu pyoko pyoko.'' Neji said next, the three following the same process as before, still reciting the words perfectly.

''I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!'' A child of ten or so screamed from the crowd and people laughed as the three repeated the tongue twister, Naruto exceptionally cheerfully, much to the little girl's delight.

''Torawo torunara torawo toru yori toriwo tore, toriwa otorini torawo tore.'' Naruto had to smile at this. Of course Sasuke would use that one. It was Itachi's favorite, after all. He must have taught it to Sasuke to perfect his pronunciation while he was still mastering the art of talking.

''Gorbachovshokichou!''

''Betty Botter bought some butter. But she said the butter's bitter. If I put it in my batter, it will make my batter bitter. But a bit of better butter will make my batter better. So 'twas better Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter!''

''Hoy ya es ayer y ayer ya es hoy. Ya llegó el día, y hoy es hoy!''

''Nomu nara noru na, noru nara nomu na!''

''Fischers Fritze fischt frische Fische; Frische Fische fischt Fischers Fritze.'' Naruto had to laugh as the tongue twisters started coming from all sides, in different languages and from all sorts of people. This was even more fun than he had thought it to be! He had forgotten what it felt like to relax. It felt like an eternity had passed since the last time he had enjoyed himself like this.

'This was definitely a good idea.'

00009

'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea,' Naruto thought with a sweat drop as he watched Sakura try to slur out normal words, let alone the tongue twisters. It had taken them two hours of none stop drinking for Sai and Sakura to finally succumb to the effects of alcohol and Naruto wasn't so proud as to deny the fact that he himself was quite tipsy, but he was taking it far better than these two. It occurred to him that this might have been Sai's first time drinking, what with the stoic way of life ROOT agents tended to live under Danzo, and that Sakura hadn't had any real alcohol tolerance even when she had been an ordinary human. But it was too late now, as Tenten had to drag Sakura along and Lee Sai.

''Are t-they going to be okay?'' The worried Hinata inquired, looking at their two friends with open concern.

''They should be, after they sober up.'' The blond replied, wondering if he should risk Sakura punching his daylights out by giving them Jiraiya's legendary hangover/sobering medicine that he got from the toads from Mount Myōboku. It would get rid of the effects of alcohol instantly, but the taste was horrid. The aftertaste was even worse. But it worked better than anything else in the world. Immortal or not, it will sober you up and defuse any hangover you might feel in an instant. Those frogs were some geniuses, making a potion like that. Too bad it still tasted like crap. "We should probably give them some water, possibly a painkiller and get them to some cooler air to speed up the process."

"But I like tis," Sai slurred drunkenly, already somehow half asleep, affectionately clinging to Lee as the mortal tried to drag him along. For Sai to show this much ... well, anything, despite his training in ROOT, says quite a bit about his inexperience in drinking alcohol. He hadn't had that luck of having your godfather and aunt being seasoned drunks or your adopted father and uncle having the alcohol tolerances of gods. Izuna and Madara could easily drink even Immortals under the table, a skill they taught Naruto when he finally returned to the Uchiha Compound after he himself had become Immortal. Of course, it didn't work quite as well for him as it did for them, what with his chakra nature not being the Uchiha fire that allowed those two to burn most of the alcohol right out of their body before it even reached their bellies. A very useful skill for negotiation meetings and the such where whoever wanted your signature was ready to all but drown you in alcohol so you would sign whatever they presented you. Madara never got fooled into doing that. A good thing for Konohagakure that one of its founders could always stay completely sober and aware. "Tis a good feelin'."

Sasuke rolled his eyes from where he was walking on Naruto's right side, eying the stands. "It's pathetic, is what it is. I thought Immortals can't get drunk?"

Naruto snorted at the very incorrect assumption. "I said it's harder, not impossible for us to get drunk. Just look at Tsunade-baa-chan. She gets sloshed every day."

"So even when I become an Immortal, I'll still be prone to hangovers?" Kiba asked mournfully, his dream of drinking as much as he can without ever feeling the disgusting sensation of a hangover as a result throughly crushed. The oldest Immortal alive snorted again.

"I already told you you won't feel any of the aftereffects ever again. You'll be drunk for an hour or three and then you'll just sort of snap back to a sober state of mind. Only those who are terrible lightweights in life before becoming Immortals still feel a headache, but it's more of a phantom pain, or so I have been told." The blond explained with a shrug. "Besides, Immortal or not, it still help if you know how to properly drink."

"Are you sure you should be teaching that to these kids, brat?" An all too familiar cheeky voice asked from a nearby stall with sake and other alcoholic beverages, as well as a betting pool, and the teens all turned around to see the tall, grinning white haired, old looking Immortal man, a cup of sake in one hand and a betting ticket in another. "They're still too young to indulge in such things."

"Nonsense, Jiraiya." Orochimaru said from said man's left, nursing his own cup of alcohol and a ticket, obviously trying out his luck against the other Sannin. "If they are old enough to kill, they are old enough to drink and vaguer and all those other adult things."

Naruto stared at the two men suspiciously. "Just how long have you been drinking?"

"Since tis mornin', gaki." Tsunade revealed herself, too, a flush on her cheeks from all the liquor she had no doubt consumed. She was in the same state as her other two fellow Sannin, leaving all the teens except Naruto shocked by the three oldest and most powerful shinobi's behavior. "And what yer talkin' about, Oro, is ninja conduct not ... not ... shinobi type of thin' or whatever."

"It still is morning, Hokage-sama." Kiba uncertainly pointed out. And it was. There would be another hour or so before you could say it was midday.

"By the Sage, you guys were here since five in the morning, weren't you?" It might have been phrased as a question but it was anything but. Naruto knew these three well. They had been only ten when he had been born and he had all but grown up around them. He perhaps knows them the best out of all the people still among the living.

Sasuke stared incredulously at the three Legendary Sannin, or more specifically, Orochimaru. Out of all of the Sannin, he was the most rigid and cool and cold. The snake man had never been caught in a compromising position so far and there were rumors going around that he had forgotten all about being human and making human errors or indulging in things an ordinary human might consider fun. Jiraiya and Tsunade, the Uchiha had seen drunk more times than he cared to count. Seeing Orochimaru wasted ... it was a whole other experience. He just could not reconcile this image with the image he has always had of this man, creepy and impersonal and seemingly emotionless other than the feeling of smug arrogance or the occasional flashes of weary fear whenever he had been in the same room as Itachi. The only thing that could shake up Orochimaru's unbeatable image had been his own truly undefeated Nii-san. Now it would seem alcohol can do it, too.

Today, he had seen six Immortals drink more than enough alcohol to kill seven people from alcohol poisoning each and yet only one had remained dignified when he had finished his drinks.

And this crazy day had only just begun.