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"Everyone has a demon inside."
-Uzumaki Hiro

For several days, the pain was bearable

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For several days, the pain was bearable. The burning in his chest and stomach made him retch a couple of times but his Uzumaki blood and the power of Aunt Mito's seal had made it nearly impossible for the power being unleashed. Hiro never knew such intense hatred, such burning loathe that boiled his blood and made his normally lucid thoughts to swim in an aggressive dance of fire and rage. Was this what Hana Uchiha felt with the death of her uncle?

He laughed at his own pathetic form, his own thoughts. Even now, he had the audacity to think of her. But how could he not? It had been the biggest mistake of his life, his parents had assured him on that account. Hiro clutched the edge of the wood, looking into the looking glass. He had always hated his eyes, how lifeless they looked. Now, they were bottomless pits, containing no warmth or hope.

This demon was only part of it.

He had to persevere. For this village.

The nasty thoughts stroked his mind enticing yet again. "And what has this village done for you?"

Hiro shut his eyes tightly, willing for the stir of hatred to disappear. "I will do it," he forced out, his ears hearing the distortion in his own voice, "I will do this. I will shoulder all of this hatred."

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