Sasuke sighed as he walked home from training. He had fallen asleep in the middle of his daily katas, so now he was walking home at three in the morning. He rounded a corner, and froze. There, standing in front of a bar, was a man that looked exactly like his ancestor, Madara. But it couldn't be, Madara was dead. Even if he was still alive, he'd be over 100 years! Yet here he was, looking no older than twenty. Sasuke shook his head, and continued walking.
"Hey! Hic, You an Uchiha?" The strange Madara look-alike said, as he drunkenly stumbled towards him. Sasuke blinked in confusion. Everyone, and he meant everyone, knew that he was the last living Uchiha, aside from his traitor of a brother. Sasuke decided to humour the man.
"My name is Uchiha Sasuke. Let me guess, you're Uchiha Madara?" The man stared at him, and the Sharingan whirled to life in the look-alike's eyes. It spun for a few seconds, causing Sasuke to wonder just who this man was, before it faded, and the man regained his drunken stupor.
"How'd ya- hic- know?" Madara asked, before drunkenly stumbling off in the direction of the Dobe's apartment. Not that Sasuke knew where that idiot lived! Sasuke watched the man for a few more seconds, before shaking his head again.
"No more training 'til I pass out... Far too many weird hallucinations." Like that one he had earlier, when he thought he saw Naruto beat up Madara and the First Hokage using clones. Sasuke sighed once more, and continued his way to the Uchiha Compound.