Title: The Poor Think The Rich Always Win

Authoress: BeuitifulDisgrace246

Summary: Naruto's life is great, just living with his sister Hazel in their broken down farmhouse. Sasuke's life is far from normal being extremely hot and someday owning a company worth millions of dollars. What will happen to make these two meet?

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto!

Authors Note: Another chapter! YAY! I must say congradumalations to yukaishepards for reading closely and reviewing about something of an upper importance! YAY TO YOU! I was waiting for someone to say something about that…non-close reader…well…people! Feh! Lol joking! But I'm so glad one of you got it!

EDIT: Hah. If you have already read this before…I would highly suggest that you reread it…I changed a WHOLE LOT. What do I mean by a WHOLE. LOT? You'll have to read and find out!

In THIS Chapter: You will see, young one.

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What is this? A keyhole?…hmmm interesting. What key do I need to open this door that stands, mocking me? "Do you know, my light?" My light just whimpers in response.

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Naruto's POV

I awoke just as a speck of first-morning light filtered through an uncovered window, and traveled over my closed eyelids. Alone…I sighed wistfully, trying to shake off the ominous vibes this place was giving me. This place where Hazel died.

PANG. Without warning, there was complete silence. This silence stings my ears…I need to get away…This silence…it's as if a solid stone has dropped down to earth and on impact, hearts tensed and no noise ensued.

Too quiet…

I hear my heartbeat; hear the different systems in my body working in harmony. I hear…a door being opened.

I needed something, anything to take my mind off of Hazel, ANYTHING! My legs seemed to move towards a noise without my brain telling them to.

I turned a corner. I got there just in time to catch a glimpse of a raven-haired boy walking into a room. A little to the right…and…my body froze. I knew that exact spot by heart…exactly. Hazel…Hazel was right there…dead. It feels like my vision is in a complete blur…

My brain moaned with angst as my eyes reached blindly for Hazel…but Hazel…Hazel is dead! Hazel…is gone…

Alone…

I had just made it to where her hospital bed was…

And collapsed.

Hazel…

I miss you…

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Sasuke's POV

I'm pretty sure I just saw a yellow blob across the hallway…but it was probably just my imagination.

Returning from the bathroom, I walked to Takuto's bedside and brushed the hair out of his face. He looked so peaceful that I couldn't help but smile.

Finding nothing else to do, I decided to look out of my small hospital window in the door. I saw nothing interesting at first, but after further examination, I saw a yellow blob. It was the same yellow blob that I thought I saw before! Lying sprawled out on the hard tile of the hospital, I discovered that the blonde-blob was actually…a blonde-haired boy.

My hand clutched for my mouth on instinct when I saw the most dreadful thing possible in a glistening puddle beneath his body.

Blood.

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Naruto's POV

I'm fine…really…but suddenly; everything seems black. Oh Hazel…please help me to live… She's gone…her life is over. Somehow…today: in this instant, nothing hurts anymore. I am simply…contempt.

My being sighs with fatigue. I am tired, however; I feel a dull throbbing, throbbing, throbbing running through my right leg. I'll ignore it for the time being. That's odd…there's a worried voice calling out to someone…HAZEL! Hazel…Hazel! You're here with me! I was so scared…but now you're here…

"HELLO! ARE YOU THERE? SPEAK TO ME! SPEAK…COME ON, YOU'VE GOT TO SPEAK!" I heard a sigh of relief, as I was finally teleported to the outside world. My throat groaned in annoyance due to the uncomfortable position my body was in.

'There is a displeasing liquid sopping around my right leg. It's so sticky and gross! I wish it would go away…I was finally feeling okay…I wish I could start dreaming again…'

My body flinched uncontrollably when I felt a cool, lovely hand caress my tanned arm. 'That hand is so cold…who does it belong to?' My body shivered from the cold chill I was sent from that hand that is still caressing me softly…trying to…wake me up?

My sleep denied eyes opened slowly to face the most stunning boy they had ever seen. 'I can feel his eyes erase the worry they just experienced. Was I…the one worrying him?' I heard the shifting of his clothes as he moved down to my right leg.

I felt him wiping away at the unknown liquid resting all around me. My nose sniffed the pungent smell that permeates this hallway. I know that smell…BLOOD!

My face shifted quickly around to my limp leg. It is…covered in blood. I feel like emptying the contents of my stomach…just at the sight of my own life liquid that had somehow escaped.

The mystery boy's hand rubbed away some of the blood and attempted to see the wound that was causing it. My hand gripped wildly for his, to get it away from my wound! GET IT AWAY!

My eyes held a sort of fury as I smacked his hand away from my wound. His face looked shocked: purely and utterly shocked. I know he was only trying to help but…he's really pissing me off.

His face stayed glued that way until I moaned out in pain. I had just realized how incredibly bad my leg hurts, and moaning was my only release. It didn't help that I was moving around so much….

He was suddenly sympathetic as he reached a hand down to my face, and traced the subtle lines over my cheeks. It felt captivatingly good…and I somehow forgot about my pain.

My eyes started moving on their own accord, following every direction his finger took. That's when I noticed he was staring directly into my eyes. An uneasy feeling arose within my stomach, and I dodged his luring finger.

There was complete silence, before curiosity got the better of me and my eyes darted towards his face. We both locked eyes for the second time, and I noticed that his eyes were a deep charcoal…like they were constantly kept at bay by the pits of hell.

I pulled my gaze away from his, and moved as far away from him as possible. I trailed a thin streak of blood behind me.

Hurt pushed it's way onto my face as I mounted my arms on the floor and prepared to lift my body off of the ground. I was in agony…but I still managed to limp off as if I was okay.

For some reason…when I looked back…it seemed like he actually cared.

I don't care about that jerk…if he cares, he should just get a clue and leave me the hell alone! Bastard…

My mind went back to others that I call bastards…Uchihas…

The acid oozed from my thoughts and stung my brain. Something about the mystery boy seemed familiar…black hair…black eyes…it was…

AN UCHIHA!

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Sasuke's POV

My world was turned into a flurry of motion as soon as I saw that blood resting humbly near the blond boy's leg. I don't know why my brain MADE me move over to him, or more importantly: help him.

I have never cared. I never will care. I swear…

My legs crumbled beneath me and I rested next to the sleeping boy. Blood was trickling at a balanced pace out of his leg. 'It's going the wrong way!'

I had to yell: "HELLO! ARE YOU THERE? SPEAK TO ME! SPEAK…COME ON, YOU'VE GOT TO SPEAK!", to get him to wake up. I took a sigh of relief before I focused on his eyes. His eyes. Like…heaven. I can see the clouds that line up to heaven in his eyes. I can see the clouds and the bluest blue pure sky that blankets heaven right there in his supernatural orbs. The heaven in his eyes is giving me a fluttering feeling…I could have sworn that I was in the air just now…

I stared questioningly at my hand…my hand hurt with a need to touch him. To know that he wasn't fading…

My hand brushed his arm. So warm…I almost shivered because of the sheer difference in our body temperatures. He even flinched. He must have felt it too. His eyes widened, but he still looked quite dreary.

I averted my eyes away from his as my nose alerted me once again of the blood that was accumulating on the white tile: slowly but surely killing the blonde-boy. He must be able to smell it too, because he snapped his head around towards his right leg.

I saw his eyes as they formed into confusion, realization, fear, then back to confusion. He looked at me imploringly. I decided that I couldn't possibly treat his wound if I didn't know what it looked like…and my curiosity was pushing me forward to look…

My hands tried to brush away the blood that was soaking into his pants. My attempt was halted when he roughly smacked my hand away. 'I was actually trying to help for once…and this is what I get?'

My face was the perfect depiction of shock: my eyes were wide, my mouth was open, and my eyebrow was raised in disbelief.

I decided resolutely that from then on I wouldn't care about that boy at all. I tried to tell myself that…but suddenly, he turned his body over in agony and moaned out in pain. 'I CAN'T HELP IT!'

I moved my fingers to his face and traced every inch of it, soaking it in through the tip of my finger. I was trying desperately to calm him down, and it seemed to be working. I smiled an invisible smile as I saw him watching my finger move up, over, down, left, right, up.

The tracing of his face ended as soon as he noticed I was staring directly into his eyes. He became startled as we made eye contact, and dodged my finger completely. We locked eyes for the second time. I realized how easy it is to get lost in his eyes…

Without any warning, he turned away from me, pulling his body as far away from me as possible without having to cry out in pain. He actually managed to lift himself off of the ground, which surprised me greatly. I had no idea he had it in him.

I could tell, as he limped off, that he was trying so hard to hide how badly he was hurting. He didn't fool me at all. Before disappearing around the corner, he turned back and met my eyes. I regretted the concerned look on my face as soon as his eyes widened. 'Shit…' He turned and limped away.

Oddly, I couldn't help but think about one thought that was going through my mind when he left.

Don't go…

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Naruto's POV

Somehow, I can't help but think back to my confrontation with the Uchiha. 'Uchiha.' Just thinking of that name makes me want to retch. I still can't believe that it seemed like he cared…I thought he was a heartless bastard…

In my opinion, Uchiha is the most despicable word out of all the languages of the world combined. If he wasn't an Uchiha…I might go back and apologize…but because of what family he is a part of…no. I just can't bring myself to do it. "I told myself that I would never talk to the likes of that despicable family." I shook my head. I couldn't stand to think about him anymore.

"Never…" I sighed. It was time to deal with my wound. I limped to go seek a nurse, realizing that I actually hadn't bled too harshly. 'I wonder why…'

"NEVER!!!"

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Sasuke's POV

I swear I don't care…Here I am. Here I am sitting in Takuto's room: thoughts repeating solemnly in my mind like a broken record. I can't stop thinking about that damn blonde-boy!

'I hope he's all right…he's got to be…'

Not only is that damn blond boy in my thoughts, but Takuto is too. He still hasn't woken up. The odd thing is, that he seems perfectly fine to me. I have tried to drop his mystery for now…but I am failing miserably. I even heard some nurses pondering over Takuto's unconsciousness. So what the hell is keeping him asleep?

I wonder, "Did he bleed to death?" ARRRGGGHHHH!!! I swiftly pounded my head against the wall. 'My incessant thoughts about that damn blond boy and Takuto are driving me insane! I need to try and get some sleep…'

Hopefully I won't dream about them too…

Before I feel asleep however…I felt…unlike myself. I couldn't figure out why…

That's when I realized it: I had been obsessing over someone other than myself for the last few hours. This…this was the first time. I didn't know how I should feel about it…

I could feel something emerging though. It felt uncomfortable…but familiar. As I laid my head down to rest, I could have sworn…

It was the beginning of a new me.

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If you didn't notice…I now have my light. Feh…it was so easy seeing as how weak she was…I don't feel bad about it at all. Taking her away from Heaven…whatever. Should I REALLY care? Do you think I do…I NEED this light! Too much darkness surrounds me…

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A/N: Anndd…this ends here! God this took FOREVER to type! But I'm ecstatic that it's finally DONE! Lolz. SO if you wouldn't mind…please review? TNT Till Next Time. Later chicks and chickadees!

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There is still more to come in "The Poor Think The Rich Always Win" so…if you would…please stay along for the journey…

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