Okay don't hate me for those who read my other story but I'm in the poetry/rap club at school and I wrote one to protest violence and I thought it might fit this particular plot that has been hanging about in my mind for a while. Please tell me if there is something you don't like. I don't mind critique even if it's not particularly good.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto but the poem is MINE. (Run's of screaming at random people)

Pain

"Hey Sakura chan!" Naruto yelled as he ran up to his team a huge smile plastered on his face.

BAM

Sakura slammed her fist into his face then his stomach screaming at him to shut up.

Naruto sighed. 'Whatever progress she made just withered away since we got Sasuke back.'

They had finally gotten him back a few weeks ago… and of course he had either been ignored or abused since. By her and everyone else except Tsunade, Jaraiya, Konohomaru, and Iruka; and even they were becoming distant.

"Why don't you leave us alone you contribute nothing to this team you baka! Why don't you just die!" She shrieked.

Naruto's eyes widened as he stumbled backwards staring at Sakura's hate filled face before a pain filled his chest.

Part of his heart ripped to shreds.

He fell and saw Sasuke's eyes fill with satisfaction and malice at the sight of his pain.

Another piece gone

Just then Kakashi popped in but Naruto knew he had been listening having felt his chakra long before. His sensei turned and gave him a disapproving look.

"Why do you always pick a fight Naruto." His sensei sighed.

Another piece gone

Training ended up being cut short by a summon from the village council.

As he entered the room he was taken aback by the sight of all his friends glaring at him…

It was the same look the villagers wore whenever they looked at him… a look of utter hate and disgust.

He glanced over at Tsunade and Jaraiya and saw the same.

With Iruka too bit it wasn't directed at him but at the others in the room

"Uzumaki Naruto-" began one of the elders "it has been requested by the shinobi of Konoha that you be exiled. Now this has happened before but as none of the younger generation of shinobi wish to work with yu we have no choice but to comply with their wishes. You have twenty four hours to get your assets in order before you are required to leave. If you do not do so voluntarily you will be removed by force."

What was left of his heart shattered immediately

His face became expressionless but as he looked at the council he found only pity… pity and a shame at what their nins had forced them to do.

"I will leave immediately then as the villagers all my things last night. Whatever I have left I have on me except for the scroll my father left for me…"

He looked at them questioningly.

Iruka interrupted, "honorable council I would like to resign from my place as a Konoha shinobi."\

"Resignation accepted… It was expected."

Homoru turned back to Naruto and handed him the scroll.

"The Fourth would be disgusted at what this village has done to his son."

He saw the disbelief on the faces of those who he had once counted as family as he nodded and turned to walk out the door.

He saw Iruka's shock then amusement as he followed him out.

He saw the council laugh at the looks on their faces as their suspicions were confirmed.

He heard them calling out for him to return… he ignored them.

They did not deserve him.

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Later as they searched the remains of Naruto's apartment they found only the burnt remains of a journal.

It was mostly destroyed but there was one thing they were able to read.

Hurting

Always

That never changes

Only the type changes

The type of hurt… of pain

Physical or mental

But it's always there

Such dark dreams

My sweet nightmares

I smile

It's broken though, crazy

But it's still there

You aren't though

If that's a good thing

I'm no longer sure

Pain… misery

Bordering on pleasure

So close I can no longer tell the difference

Pain is pleasure

I just don't know I'm enjoying it yet.

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Well what did you think? Is it good? I hope so.

For those waiting on Agere aut Death Moritius I'm working on it and tweaking this and that don't worry.

For those who put up with me thanks.

The poem is entitled pain I have more but there is a special on that I'm gonna post for Christmas…

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