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Student Evaluation Time

Where: Konohagakure
When: About two years ago, after the chunin results were in.
Notes: Closed to Hinata and Sasuke. Who are to be ~~drunk~~ celebrating with their sensei.

Obito had gotten the idea in his head, but it wasn't frivolous. If anything, he had an entirely practical reason for wanting to get the two trashed.

It was because they were his students, and honestly, getting someone drunk was the easiest way to interrogate some people. Being students of the Hokage meant that them being out on mission and unprepared for that? No good. Better he know exactly what they'd deal with in the world so that he could prepare them for it.

Still, he could hardly do it at his house, people would look at him strangely, Hyuuga heir and all, and no way was he doing it at their places. So. Bar.

Which means he was currently on Sasuke's doorstep chatting with Mikoto as he waited for the boy to come out. He hadn't told him why he was coming to get him, just that it was a celebration for Hinata making Chunin. Once he had Sasuke, they'd go get said girl, and then they'd see just what was to be done here.

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"I did say try. And what if you two are like that boy a year above you? The moment he gets drunk he goes on a violent rampage. Just because you haven't had enough to be drunk doesn't mean it might not happen. After all, not all alcohol tastes like alcohol."

He paused, then looked rather inspired. "I know just the way! Come on. You like tomato juice don't you Sasuke? And you Hinata, favorite drink?"

"Neither of us are going to go on a violent rampage, sensei," Sasuke said, silently adding the what the hell that such a statement deserved. The information that not all alcohol tasted like alcohol was new, though; Sasuke might not have been a fan of sweets, but the bitter flavour of alcohol had been obvious enough that he'd assumed it would stand out in anything.

The question caught him by surprise -- he only had time to nod in confusion before Obito had moved on to Hinata. He liked tomato juice just fine, though given the choice he preferred just eating an actual tomato to the salt-saturated flavour of the canned juices, but unless Obito was planning on trying to hide alcohol in some he didn't see how it was relevant.

Hinata would have to agree, she'd witnessed the damage first hand of the boy above them when Neji would come home. The two of them were really unlikely to end up like that. She didn't know a single Hyuuga that handled their alcohol so poorly. Granted very few ever drank to excess but that wasn't beside the point. She'd never thought that alcohol would taste any differently or could be hidden. And the news that maybe it could be bothered her.

"Something fruity." She answers shooting Obito a confused look that she was sure Sasuke was echoing at the mention of tomato juice. Chewing on her lower lip she shrugs, she didn't really have a preference on beverage as long as it had an obvious fruit taste, and she doubted he was looking for her to say tea, even if it was her most common beverage choice.

Obito looked from one to the other with thoughtful eyes, a bit more serious this time when he spoke. "I'm not doing this to just play with you guys, you do realize that, right? It's information we all should have. The only reason I'm not dragging Naruto along too is because honestly, his mother is the most terrifying woman in this country and it would be terrible for Konoha to need a Rokudaime so soon."

His lips quirked up wryly and he shook his head, heading off to the market. "Time to introduce you to some variety then."

"So ... Naruto gets out of this because you're more scared of Kushina-san than our parents," Sasuke said flatly, tone deeply unimpressed despite Obito's explanation. "Yet this is supposed to be about controlling yourself when drunk?"

Naruto wasn't always able to control himself when stone cold sober, and he was the one who actually had Kushina for a mother. It was enough that Sasuke folded his arms even as he followed Obito -- because it wasn't like they were going to be getting a choice, here -- resisting the urge to roll his eyes only out of the vague thought that he was too old for something like that.

Stifling a groan she followed after both of them. So much for convincing her sensei to change his mind. To be honest she wasn't surprised to hear that he was more scared of Naruto's mother than either of their fathers. Trudging on she wasn't looking forward to this in the slightest. "Sensei can we hurry this up and get this over with?"

If this is something that is going to happen one way or another she'd like to get it done. A sentiment she hoped Sasuke would share at this point.

Obito rolled his eyes, plucking things off the shelves and putting them in the arms of his genin. "Fine, make yourself useful, carry things." And into the arms went an assortment of juice, fruit, snacks, and bottles of alcohol of various kinds.

Then he headed to the counter to pay for the lot.

Sasuke was in full agreement with Hinata at this point, giving the pile of groceries in his arms a dark look. They'd both obviously resigned themselves to this particular whim -- or lesson, rather -- of Obito's by now, and all that was left was to get through it. Hopefully without raising suspicion as to why the Hyuuga heir was wandering around drunk with a pair of Uchiha. Hiashi gave Sasuke enough dark looks as it was.

"Sensei, even if we take these to the counter, people won't let us buy them," he pointed out. "Are you paying for everything?"

She eyed the items in her arms and gave Obito a confused look. She doesn't know what to make of half the things in her arms. Frowning she tries to hold them away from her like they were poison. She can only hope that the getting drunk part happens fast and she can go home immediately afterward.

Except that could be problematic she's only ever had one drink before, stumbling around could lead to her collapsing somewhere and oh her father would kill her if she passed out drunk on the side of the road. "And what about after you get us drunk? Are you escorting us home?"

"You really believe that would be a good idea?" It was asked point blank as he peered at Hinata's face, then headed toward the counter with the two in tow, making sure to grab some diner for them all on his way. He'd be sure to feed them.

"And no, I'm paying for everything, don't worry about that."

"No," Sasuke answered for Hinata, shooting her an appalled look. He got glares enough from Hiashi and some of the other Hyuuga whenever he stopped by the gates to their part of the village -- even Naruto got a cheerier reception at times, and Naruto fit into the Hyuuga houses about as well as, well, as Naruto could.

He did take the opportunity of Obito's focus on Hinata to slip a few packets of convenience-store onigiri into his armload of things, though. As long as Obito was paying for this misadventure, there was no harm in taking advantage.

She shakes her head at the same time as Sasuke speaks. An apologetic look crossing her face for the crap looks her teammate was likely to have to endure afterward. She would rather Obito hadn't gotten it into his head this was a good idea. Dropping her gaze to the pile of stuff in her arms she resolves to avoid saying anything incredibly stupid the rest of the night.

"Sensei can we get cinnamon buns?" She asks noticing he'd started grabbing food too. If he was going to make her drink he was going to have to bribe her with the ooey gooey sweetness of a cinnamon roll several times over. At least she was asking instead of stuffing extra stuff into her already heaping pile.

"I don't see why not." He waved for her to go ahead, taking part of her armful so she could run off and get it, and starting to set things on the counter. He was rather cheerful about the whole thing, and was pleased the two weren't keen on keeping up the argument. "And from here, home!"

And no way was he escorting them back home until morning. He wasn't suicidal.

At least they'll have something lining their stomachs for this alcohol adventure -- misadventure, really, Sasuke thinks, looking at the ridiculously large pile of products on the counter with apprehension. He pushes his handful of onigiri to the side to make room for whatever Hinata brings back, taking the opportunity to lean in with a deeper frown.

"Do you have a cover story for mom and dad already, sensei?" He'd already asked about Hiashi, but it wasn't as if Fugaku and Mikoto wouldn't discipline him for staying out all night drinking.

Hinata looks relieved to hear it and dashes off. She’s only gone a few moments between weaving through other customers and grabbing up a package of cinnamon buns that had enough for herself and Obito if he wanted one or two. Returning she put the package in with the rest of the purchases and watched as each was added to the bill. Listening to the tail end of Sasuke’s question.

“What are you going to tell my father in the morning?” She pipes up back still to both boys for a moment before turning to look at them. Curious to the answer to both her own question and whatever Sasuke has asked about.

"Overnight evaluation of potential weaknesses in a possibly hostile setting scenario while preempting them actually happening in the field of course. And seeing how well you guys cover each other when Naruto isn't there to help with it."

It was a simple, easy answer, like he hadn't had to think of it at all. He paid the checker and picked up one of the bags. "Come on then you two."

"... that might actually work." Not that that meant Sasuke believed for one second that Obito wasn't going to get a kick out of the whole thing, but at least they might manage to get out of it relatively unscathed at home.

Grabbing the rest of the bags, Sasuke headed out after Obito, ignoring the dubious look the shopkeeper was giving him and Hinata.

Sighing Hinata follows, only partially surprised at this point that the story he has prepared sounds incredibly well put together. So well put together that she can almost envision how her father would react to it. It still isn't pretty but it's less volatile than the one she's been picturing since Obito and Sasuke picked her up.

"I was made Hokage for a reason you know." It was a grumble, and he headed off toward home, trailing his two students with ease. "It wasn't because I don't think."

"Are you trying to say that you've never toyed with us for your amusement before?" Sasuke's tone was dry even as he fell into step with his teammates, expression unamused.

"We didn't say you don't think. Just that you've obviously been toying with this idea for a bit." She says over her shoulder with a shrug.

He looked from one to the other, then gave a rather wry smile. "I'm honestly worried about this, believe it or not. I'd rather be prepared."

There was enough honesty in Obito's tone that Sasuke gave him a look that was less than fifty percent skepticism, shifting the bags in his hands. "You really think people are going to try to pump us for information about you?"

"And use alcohol to help things along? Aren't their easier methods if that's all they wanted?" Because they had a number of ninja who were well equipped to extract information without getting the target drunk.

He looked over at them. "You're young, both of you, and not as politically adept as you seem to believe. Not all methods of interrogation involve being trapped or jutsu." He shook his head slowly. "And yes, Sasuke. People went after my teammates and I for information about Konoha and Sensei, why would that be different now? That's why this is a more likely approach, because of the peace."

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