Meh, Juugo fic. Poor guy needs more.
I owns no Narutoooo T.T
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I am a monster. I always have been, for as long as I can remember.
I remember when I last saw my mother. She was popping soldier pills in the bathroom, and was high on the adrenaline created. According to her, I was Satan's spawn. I suppose I was, although I was never one to argue of my own will.
It was the tainted blood running through my veins that forced me to. I don't want to be Satan spawn. I don't want to be like this. I don't want to kill. I don't want to cause hurt to families.
But it was too late for my mother. Something sparked inside of me, and I ripped her head off.
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Kimimaro was the closest thing I ever had. He resembled my mother in some way, and that made me feel safe. And when I felt like that, the mark didn't take over. It never did.
Kimimaro would visit me in my cell, and attempt to show me what a real life was like. He'd been through crap, but remained loyal. Of course, after I was told he was dead, I reverted back to my old ways. I'd create little killing games for myself, killing only if the next person to approach was a woman, or if they were short, or if they had blonde hair.
I guess it was an attempt to at least have some control. I control nothing about myself other than these killing games.
I remember my favourite one. I decided that if the next person to walk through to enter was Orochimaru, I'd kill. I was right, and lashed out.
The next day, I awoke to find myself in chains, and in a locked iron cell that not even I could get through.
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That tiny room became my sanctuary. It was another way to keep control. I remained polite to my master, but continued to resent Orochimaru. He'd sent Kimimaro out, to be killed.
My killing games continued, but I narrowed down my selections. By this time, Orochimaru had taken samples of my tainted blood, and developed a cursed seal.
Cursed is the word for my entity.
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I don't understand why I'm like this. I just know I am. But Hebi is going to change that.
