Hello everyone, Onikai here. After just finishing watching Son of Batman (great movie by the way) I've decided to rewrite Slade Namikaze. The way Deathstroke acted is what I want to incorporate into my version of him as Naruto morphs into Slade and beyond. I think I'm going to restart this version as Naruto starting his training for such an event, but most of the first chapter will be the same. So, let's get to it and I give you the start of the new Slade Namikaze.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Naruto Shippuden or Deathstroke the Terminator. All rights go to Masashi Kishimoto and DC Comics. The only thing I own are the ideas that are portrayed throughout the fic because this only follows canon Naruto for two missions then it's all me. Enjoy.

Human Speaking

Human Thinking

Demon speaking

Demon thinking

Chapter 1

A blonde haired boy, wearing white pants and a black obi around his waist, was kneeling in the seiza position. His eyes were closed and his head was slightly bowed, causing his hair to form shadows around his head. His eyes were covered with a white cloth that was tied behind his head.

As he listened to his surroundings, he heard movement, his head flicking to the direction of said movement quickly. All around, he heard people moving quickly and then, the sound of the air changed. He leaned his head back as a projectile whizzed past his head, embedding into the wall behind his head. The boy calmly stood up, placing his hands in fists and standing in a boxers stance before calmly moving his arms in circular patterns in the style of Tajiiquan and having his palms facing outward. He breathed in slowly as he switched to a calm, non-ready stance. He looked in the general direction of where most of his opponents were and calmly muttered one word.

"Ikuze," he stated.

His enemies surged forward, giving battle cries as if it'd make any difference. For this training bout, he faced 30 opponents, 10 for each dan he had achieved. He took deep breaths, calming his mind and not concerning himself with the opponents. It may hurt in the morning, but it was all for the cause of what was to come.

The first one surged forward, and he responded in kind. His fist struck forward, fast as a snake and his hand forming into that particular style of attack. He struck the man in the throat and spun around on his heel, his back facing his opponent and elbowed the man in the chest, dispelling him on impact. Two more attacked him, each drawing katana they had sheathed on their backs and came forward, their feet barely making a sound. The boy ducked under the strikes, causing them to dispel each other as they tried decapitating him.

A fourth ran at him from behind, punching him in the back twice. The boy was pushed forward by the force, turning to respond in kind. He blocked a strike from his enemy, holding the aggressor by the wrist. He jumped up, mule kicking the man in the head, dispelling him from the way he hit the ground. The boy landed and barrel-rolled, coming up and waiting for the next attack.

He sensed two coming from behind and he made a quick decision. Instead of dodging their weapons, he let the attacks hit, causing two cuts to appear from the kusarigama they were using. He growled slightly, showing off elongated canines and punched the two men in their faces, dispelling them. He picked up their discarded weapons, twirling them in his hands and raced at his attackers.

He struck quickly and without remorse, slicing open throats, breaking necks and gutting his assailants. Soon, only five clones were left and all were sporting minor cuts and bruising. The boy was breathing heavily, his shoulders rising quickly. His eyes flicked underneath the blindfold, wanting to take in information they couldn't get.

Most would be scared about not being able to see, but this was all a part of his training. Any task he was given since that day he'd stolen the Forbidden scroll from the Old Man's office he always tried to excel at. He studied diligently, raising his mental capacity to levels most found astounding. He trained more, the baby fat he once had turning into hard and lean muscle. He paid attention more, having clones take notes during his sensei's lectures. He was doing better in every aspect of his life. This time would be no different.

He growled as the five clones came at him. He raced forward, swing the kursaigama in his hands in a wide arc, slicing open a clones throat. It reached for its throat, trying to stop the blood flow, but it dispelled. He kicked the second one in the head and flipped the third one over his back, slamming it into the ground and stabbing it in the head with the kusarigama's blade. He didn't watch it turn into a pool of blood then that dispel as well. He threw the kusarigama in his left hand at a clone that was taking aim at him with a bow. The clone fell to his knees as the weapon hit his heart with a squelch and he died.

The boy punched the fourth five times in rapid succession and finished it with an uppercut. Before the clone completed its ascent, he was kicked back into the ground and had his throat stepped on and twisted, snapping his neck and ending the fight. The final two looked at their creator and ran at him quickly.

The boy kept his hands up, protecting his face as he assumed a boxers stance. He punched the first one, spun around and kicked the second one in the stomach. He spun a second time as the first pulled a pair of escrima sticks from a seal on his arm and start attacking with a fury none had ever seen. The boy smiled as he took a stick from the clone and they clashed, bashing the sticks together as if they were blades.

The boy missed a block and was struck, getting shocked and falling to his knees, his body spasming slightly. He looked up at the remaining two assailants, his eyes squinting behind his blindfold. He thought of his options as the two taunted him. He reviewed all possible get out scenarios and he chose one that would work.

One of the clones lifted their foot up and brought it down by his head. So he did something his moniker suggested, he did something idiotically surprising. He moved his head out of the way just as the clones foot came down and bit into the tendon in the clones ankle, tearing it open with his canines. The clone screamed as it fell and the boy smiled. He back-flipped and slammed his knee into the clones throat, constricting its windpipe and ducked as the second clone threw multiple shuriken at him.

The boy ducked and heard them slam into the wall. He kept adding pressure to his knee, hoping to choke the clone and jumped backwards, causing the blade that would have pierced his carotid artery to stab into the neck of the clone. The boy slid backwards and stood up, shaking his limbs as the last of the electricity wore off. He assumed a boxing stance as the last of the clones did the same.

As the two ran at each other, the doorbell rang. The two skid to a stop and the boy nodded to the clone, signifying they were done for the day. The boy took a discarded kunai and threw it at the clone, striking it between the eyes and dispelling it in a pool of blood.

Soon, the image of an empty warehouse disappeared and was replaced with an apartment living room that would barely fit five people. The couch was covered in stains and had springs coming out of the armrests. There were defaming remarks on the walls about demon scum and the like. In one corner, there looked to be brown and yellow staining on the wall and floor. A broken vase sat on the coffee table he had. In the center of the room, hanging above the mantle was a tattered flag. There was an orange spiral, or what was left of one hanging on a blue background.

The boy removed his blindfold, showing blue eyes that turned from ice to warm in moments. He rolled his shoulders, the bones popping with the movement. The boy couldn't be more than 13, his height being that of 5' 6". His body was covered in scars and unhealed burn marks, showing a life of pain.

"Just a moment," he called.

He ran to his bedroom, the entire space not looking much better than his living room and put on a fishnet shirt and changed his pants to the orange bottoms he was known for. He pulled on his blue shinobi sandals and put on his jacket. He wrapped his headband around his head and ran to the door. He took a deep breath before he opened it, putting on a fake smile and looking at who knocked.

He was immediately bonked on the head and called a baka. Inwardly, he growled at the abuse, all ready knowing who it was. But he rubbed his head and kept his smile up as he looked at his "crush."

"Naruto-baka," said Sakura Haruno, the smartest girl in their graduating class. "Kakashi-sensei wants us at the training ground in fifteen minutes. But now we'll be late because you decided to take forever in answering me. Now c'mon hurry up and let's go."

Naruto nodded and raced after her. Soon, he became angered at her slow pace, and ran right up behind her. He hoisted her onto his shoulder and ran forward, faster than most chunin could track. His breathing turned into growls as his eyes changed colors. He raced into their training field and skidded to a halt, surprising the boy that was there.

He looked at the girl that was on his shoulder and threw her onto the ground like a sack of potatoes. She got up and attempted to punch him. Instead of taking it, he caught her fist and looked at her, his eyes turning an icy blue his father was known for.

"Do not attack me again Haruno," he growled. "My days of being a punching bag for you and the Uchiha are over."

"I was wondering when you would stop hiding your true skill Otōto," Kakashi said as he dropped from the trees.

The duck haired boy looked at the sensei he thought was beneath him. His name was Uchiha Sasuke and he was the last of a clan of exterminated thieves. His clansmen had an eye that was called the Sharigan. It made most of them believe they were invincible and deserved more than they should. They would steal jutsu and techniques from fellow village members, believing they were entitled to such treatment. The only two who didn't were Sasuke's mother, Mikoto and his elder brother, Itachi. Sasuke wanted to kill his older brother for killing off their clan, but he didn't understand the reasons behind it.

"What do you mean the dobe has been hiding is true skill?" he asked.

"Exactly what I said Sasuke," Kakashi stated as he looked up from his Icha Icha. "The Hokage has asked all of us to come to his office so you could explain exactly what it is that you're training for."

Naruto growled as he nodded. "Then let's go see the Old Monkey shall we?"

And that, my brethren, be the end of it. The first chapter of Deathstroke: Rebirth is complete. This is a rewrite of Slade Namikaze so let me all know what you think in your reviews. Hope you enjoyed it and look out for the next installment.