Naruto stood on the Hokage Monument and looked down on the village. He had come up here to decide its fate. He grinned to himself, well that sounded sufficiently ominous didn't it? His seal had been weakening for some time, allowing him to remember things he would never let himself believe when he was younger. The choice he had come to make was if he would allow the seal to completely unravel or to halt it from going any further.
He reviewed the memories that made allowing the seal to fully fail to even become an option. Everyone was under the impression that he was the Yondaime's son. This was not so, he was closer to being the man's clone than his son. It was the Yondaime's blood that he was based on but he had no mother to contribute to the gene pool.
Everyone knew that the Yondaime was a genius but they never had realized exactly how much. He had decided against sacrificing a child, instead he had created an even more complicated seal that used his blood as a base to build a child; a child that was made up of the Kyuubi's chakra, and would be capable of containing the rest of it.
It was a funny thought, but it turned out that the villagers had been right for all of those years he really was the demon. Now however, they saw him as their hero and savior and he had earned it. He had fought and bled and sweat for the acknowledgement of people he would have wiped from existence if he had his way when he had his old body.
It was a battle between the thousands of years old Kyuubi's instincts and the will and intellect of the eighteen years old human body he had been given. It went just as the fight had always gone when he had used the left over chakra, the will and intellect won in the end. He was able to accept that he used to be the Kyuubi and everything that it had was now his to use, but he was Uzumaki Naruto and he was here to stay.