Title: The Poor Think The Rich Always Win
Authoress: BeuitifulDisgrace246
Authors Note: Sorry for the long wait!! If you did check my profile…then you know that I went to my Grandfather's funeral in New Jersey… So yea. That's where I was. I did get like…almost all of this written up on the car ride…(it was a HORRIBLE trip..ugh..) I got some very nice reviews!! Thank you so very much all the reviewers! My hits are like…to about 679!! WOW! With 98 hits for chapter 4! Yay! Everybody rox! SO here it is!! And again, sorry for the wait everyone!
Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING in this story!! If you were to sue me…I guess all that you could possibly want is the one sip of the sour orange juice I'm drinking. Yuck…
Warning: Might be some cursive language…I'll see…
EDIT: There is a pretty big chunk I edited…and I added a pretty large part near the beginning…check it out if you wanna…
In THIS chapter: Was Naruto able to save his sister Hazel? And is Sasuke's brother okay? What is REALLY wrong with Takuto? We get closer to the answers…
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Why did I have to come so uninvited? Even though I knew what kind of suffering I would bring with my presence. Why didn't I just stay behind?
The answer lies somewhere…………………………………………………………………………………………………
The air was so suffocating. The thick, sticky stench of death rung through the breeze; making fragile hearts bleed. Those still living must trudge through this stench, and burn their lungs until the point of collapse.
Loved ones upon loved ones were suddenly lost within the eclipse. The ground had parted one way, and there was no going back. It is the same for the lives that came in contact with this calamity…
Never looking back…
No one could possibly even feel an inkling of the dread these lost souls must face: one on one.
Looking straight into the eyes of their captor, the captor that holds their lives in their hands. They cry out so loudly that the sense of hearing hisses in repulse. They constrict so tightly around their lives, not willing to decompress at all…
Keep squeezing. Keep squeezing.
Until there is nothing left but a faint memory…
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The water.
The water was finally lying still under the sun that was hanging low in the sky.
The little specks that could be called trees lied bare surrounding its oasis, which was no longer surrounding it with nourishment. All organisms begged for some kind of mercy. The longing that now lives within them cannot be taken away. Ever…
All you want to do is cry. You cry to the point of insanity and you find that it just isn't enough to free the torment that is stuck like the bind of body and soul. But soon your mind and soul will be dissevered.
By the madness of the disaster that plagues the barriers of sanity…
If you leave me…you will leave me incomplete…
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His mustang was on the road…
And then it wasn't.
The main reason being the lack of a road…
The surge spread through the ground, ripping apart land wherever it decided to move next. Narrowly missing a black mustang on the way to a clients office…
And he sure as hell was lucky.
Why the power left him untouched will never be answered.
But the memory will stay with him forever…
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It hurts. It hurts so bad!
Nothing else matters except this bone-crushing hunger for numbness to ease a sick, wound infested mind. He was headed straight for the farmhouse.
No regrets.
His footprints made fresh imprints in the earth; soon to be erased by the oncoming eruption of might.
His body was still reeling with the quickness of his pounding pulse…
His heart was beating its own drum to help him pursue his nagging quest…
And his legs were tired with fatigue.
This is why, when the storm crashed towards him, his body also fell into the mixing bowl of despair.
And he wasn't going anywhere soon…
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One of fair skin and raven locks was finally listening to the churning of his heart that told him, "Go back." I mean, who was he to judge his premonitions? He had experienced them before, and to his complete bewilderment two seconds ago they had been fulfilled.
Deep in thought, he didn't even realize what word his lips were forming to say, until they broke the silence lingering in the air.
"Takuto…"
If he wasn't sure before, he knew he now must return home.
What he would be faced with when his traveling had been transformed in to a memory was still haunting his hesitant mind.
But he wandered forward still, unsure of what was to come, but absolute in his premonition of a scarred future.
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His body scoffed at the idea to get up until the ground had yielded its quaking.
Was it too late?
"Nuhuuhuu…" his body twitched with the beginnings of waking up. Pushing up with unstable arms, he tried to stand up. Instead, he found something heavy weighing down on his left leg.
Eyes bleary, he tried desperately to remove the debris from his leg.
His fingers gripped something rough. Moving his fingers further towards his leg, he realized something.
Oh god.
The wooden stake was in his leg.
He reveled in the sensation of hyperventilation before his mind sought control. He struggled to maintain even breaths. Now that he knew that it was inside his leg, he could almost feel the tip of the weapon moving for breath with him, slowly seeking to be in harmony with his heart.
He didn't want this at all. He wanted it OUT!
With the knowledge of the intrusion in his flesh, his tears couldn't satiate his immeasurable pain.
IT MUST COME OUT!!!!!
His eyes bugged from his head and he was transported to a world of rage. On impulse he ripped the offending object from his leg. Blood spurted in jolts from the new wound. His roar could only be outmatched by a demon's cry.
Pain curdled inside of him. He lost control of his arms and they waved about fervently, hoping to seek comfort in the air. His face pressed together painfully. This was the most immense pain he had ever experienced in his life.
He must have lain there for hours, just pitifully crying. After a time though, his sobs finally dissipated and his skin was slick with sweat. His whole body felt like it was roasting in the fires of hell.
The smell of blood was very noticeable to his nostrils. Two blue orbs glanced down to the source, and his body shook with horror.
The blood flow had stopped substantially, but the hole was still releasing trickles of the liquid of life…or death.
He told his body to wake up, and pushed power into his arms to stand again. When he put pressure on his left leg for the first time, it screamed in terrible resistance. After struggling to stand once again on his two feet, he had finally accomplished it.
His clothes felt like weights pulling him towards the ground.
They were soaked!!
With blood.
The metallic liquid pooling at his feel was unneeded warmth for his already feverish skin. The weight was too much for his lame leg to handle. He reached for something to support him.
He found a fence. But something about it was very familiar…
What about this fence is so familiar…
He looked down past the fence. It was…his farmhouse!!
An electric jolt shot through him. He had remembered something very important that he had lost, just like the wooden pole that had been lodged into his leg.
His sister Hazel.
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The Uchiha hospital was flooded. The barren wasteland that could once be called The Village Hidden In The Leaves had been transformed into a burial ground and only a few stable buildings were still standing.
One of these buildings, The Uchiha Hospital.
What better luck could one have than to have a sanctuary left for the surviving villagers? Yes, they were very fortunate.
A certain Sasuke Uchiha, part owner of the Uchiha hospital, couldn't believe that the structure was left unharmed, to tell the truth.
At this moment; however, he had something much more important nagging at his mind…
Takuto.
He could be dying…or even dead!
His strong and agile legs carried him through the masses of contaminated people waiting to be saved. When he finally made it there, he was a little shocked by the appearance of the nurse.
She looked like she had been run over by a bulldozer, bitten by a demented infected animal, got two seconds of sleep, and had then been thrown into a trashcan.
Repeatedly.
But, I mean with all the stress of a disaster and everything, that's logical. But something was telling Sasuke Uchiha she was always this ugly…
Disgusting.
That's why he was disgusted to the point of puking over, and over, and over again when the second she spotted him…
She attempted to flirt with him...
'If I weren't worried about Takuto right now, I would spit in that stuck-up bitches face. But you have to be kind in these situations. Okay, Sasuke. Just be nice enough to get what you want.'
"Excuse me, miss, but what room is Takuto Uchiha in?"
With stars in her eyes, she replied with a, "Room 523."
And that's all I needed to hear.
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He thought it was too late.
After making a makeshift bandage for the gash in his leg to stop the bleeding, he cursed vehemently because he had wasted that time for himself.
He rushed as fast as his body would take him to find Hazel, and thankfully, he did. His heart had stood, painfully frozen within his chest as he spotted her limp hand. It was stretched outwards, palm out, as if asking for another one to take it…
Naruto checked her pulse; it was feeble, but still there. He prayed thankfully; words mingled with tears, happiness mingled with sadness. Except for her hand, her body was trapped beneath debris from the collapsed farmhouse. He didn't want to do it: oh, how he dreaded doing it: but he knew he must.
Hope guiding his way, strong hands swiftly pulled the former materials of the farmhouse off of his dear sister's body. The sight he was met with made him want to vomit: to release the flow of emotion thrust through his body. Swallowing his revulsion of the state his sister was in, he pulled her onto his back.
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He remembers so clearly on the way to the hospital the steady thumping of her heart that just…stopped. He also remembers his blood-boiling cry after he thought she was gone…
It was NOT easy riding a horse, carrying a dying girl, having a deep, painful wound, and going such a long way.
'Thanks Ebony.' This horse had belonged to their mother before she died. Hazel gladly took over the responsibility of tending to the midnight colored horse.
Hazel felt it was part of her mother and she wanted to keep it alive.
When they did actually arrive at the hospital however, there were absolutely no rooms left in the HUMONGOUS Uchiha Hospital for any more patients.
The best they could do for his slowly dying sister was a bed in the hallway.
While she was breathing some of her last breaths, an only slightly wounded Uchiha was lying luxuriously in his room…
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After getting knocked into by many wounded patients, and dodging many hospital beds, he finally made his way to room 523; the room that held his brother, Takuto. There was a hospital bed resting right outside of the door, and lying on the bed was the cutest little blond girl. She couldn't be over the age of 13. She looked in very critical condition.
'Poor girl, I wish there was some way to save everyone…'
'Sadly, there isn't.'
Now it was time for him to finally see the condition of his brother. It could be a moment of pain, relief, shock, or any other kind of emotion. Whatever it was though, he hoped his brother would survive…
His now clammy hand reached for the doorknob. The knob twisted downwards, releasing its hold on the doorframe and very worried eyes peered inside…
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"We need some help over here!" a nurse shouted to anyone to help this girl, a cute girl that had been crushed by debris. It wasn't looking good for this girl at all. She had discovered just recently that this blond girl was bleeding internally.
Two things needed to happen for her to have hope for survival.
1. Doctors would have to find exactly where she was bleeding in her body.
2. If number one were ever accomplished, they would have to do surgery and stop the bleeding.
No, this definitely was not looking good.
The nurse knew that all the rooms for surgery were being used, and that they were out of any kind of numbing substance if they were to find an available room.
So if they were able to do the surgery, there would be immense pain involved.
But that wouldn't suit this peaceful girl. She deserved a death with no pain.
She watched the girl from afar. A blond boy she believed to be the girl's brother returned and was now next to his sister. The nurse had discovered this boy covered in blood, blood from an unknown source. He was limping though…
Even though she was very worried for his health, he refused to be treated because of the lack of nurses, space, and the state his sister was in.
The second she had looked into his courageous sapphire eyes, she knew what kind of person he was.
He was one of the few with a completely pure heart.
Seeing brother and sister together made her revive a heat that was lost when she had lost her brother…
Oh how she missed him…
Her eyes flashed to a calm of reminisce, and she suddenly felt like this had happened somewhere before…
Then she remembered. Almost this same thing that had happened in her past was happening right before her very own eyes. Only now, it was starring to different siblings.
The sadness would be repeated…
Oh god. Please be with us.
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I'm gone now…do you miss me? Why would you miss me? I can feel the hate radiating through the thickness of your souls. Don't tell me it's okay either. Because its NOT! Aren't I supposed to be the wise one? But now…I'm just lost…but I don't need help!! Just…go away…
Or I will be forced to return.
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A/N: Omigosh! This is the longest chapter so far, isn't it? AWESOME!! Will Hazel make it…or not? What's wrong with Takuto? WILL NARUTO AND SASUKE EVER MEET?.! EVER? Heehee. Yes, they will.
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