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"Lord Hokage!" Hundreds of voices shouted.

Naruto Uzumaki stood alone on top of the Hokage Monument. Below him, the people of Konoha, his people were all looking to him...and he was looking up. Because falling from the sky was a meteor half the size of Nagato's Chibaku Tensei. With the power, he held now destroying something like it was a piece of cake for him. One Rasenshuriken or a Bijudama would completely obliterate the space rock. Still, after the panic Momoshiki caused during the Chunin Exams, Naruto wanted to make sure the citizens of Konoha knew that their leader was as strong as ever.

Kurama, are you ready? He asked, crouching low.

All these years, and you still haven't changed. Kurama snorted. You always complained about the Uchiha, but you're just as much of a show-off.

I don't know what you're talking about. Naruto replied as his eyes changed from blue to yellow. He looked down at his village, who were all waiting for him to save them. Their eyes weren't full of fear, but admiration. Everyone knew that he would destroy the meteor and save the village. His victory wasn't even in question.

Naruto, the meteor.

I know, I know, don't worry.

I'm not worried. Kurama snorted. Who cares if these meat bags live or die? I don't.

Sure, you don't. Naruto chuckled and flew into the air.

The meteor was enormous, large enough to destroy the entire village easily.

"Not with me here," Naruto murmured. He clenched his fist tightly.

The physical arts of the ninja were not about strength. He might have been naturally stronger than most, but as long as he managed to control his chakra properly, his power was otherworldly.

Chakra filled his arm, covering it in faint orange flams.

The meteor slammed into Naruto's fist and exploded with a loud crack.

Even a child could effortlessly destroy boulders, as long as they kept up their ninja training. And Naruto was far stronger than a child.

Releasing his control on his chakra, he landed soundlessly on the ground.

"The village is safe!" He announced.

Unable to hide his smile, Naruto lifted his fist as the village erupted with the sound of cheers.

Naruto.

Yeah, Kurama?

There was something wrong with that meteor.

00

Starling City, 2012

"Nathan Queen is alive. The Starling City resident was found by fishermen in the North China Sea five days ago. Five years after, he was missing and presumed dead following the accident at sea, which claimed the Queen's Gambit. Queen is the son of Starling City billionaire Robert Queen who was also on board but now officially confirmed as deceased."

Nathan shut the television in his hospital room off; it wasn't telling him anything he didn't already know. He walked to the window and looked out at his city. Outside in the hallway, he could hear Doctor Lamb talking to his mother.

"Twenty percent of his body's covered in scar tissue. Second-degree burns on his back and arms. X-rays show at least twelve fractures that never properly healed."

"Has he said anything about what happened?" his mother asked.

"No, he's barely said anything." Doctor Lamb said. There was a pause, then he spoke again. "Moira, I'd like you to prepare yourself. The Nathan you lost might not be the one they found."

You don't know how right you are, doctor. Nathan thought as his mother finally entered the room. The five years he spent away from home had changed him more than he thought was possible.

"Nathanael?" Moira quietly called.

Nathan turned his back to the windows and forced his lips into a small smile. "Mom."

"Oh, my beautiful boy," Moria whispered, walking towards him.

Wrapping her in his arms, Nathan let her cry into his shoulder. He was just as happy as she was. Deep down, he was so, so happy to be back in Starling and hugging his mother. But there were things he knew now. Things that she didn't know he knew. How could he let himself be happy knowing that he was hugging someone who wanted to destroy his home?

Moira kissed his cheek. "Let's go home, sweetheart."

00

Nathan stepped out of the town car his mother had arranged for them and spared his childhood home, only the briefest of glances. The Queen mansion hadn't changed a bit since he last saw it. Still obnoxiously large for a five-person family and out of place in the twenty-first century. He circled back to the trunk and set his hand on the driver's shoulder.

"I've got it," He said, reaching for the wooden box in the trunk.

Holding it at his side, he followed his mom up the steps to their home as she tried to fill the silence.

"Your room is exactly as you left it." She said, opening the french mahogany doors. "I never had the heart to change a thing."

"Nathanael, it's damn good to see you."

"Mr. Steele." Nathan set his trunk down at his feet and held out his hand. He glanced between the CFO of his father's company and his mother.

So that's where her new ring came from. He wasn't surprised. Or angry. His dad had been presumed dead at sea, and there was no reason for her not to move on. Besides, Robert Queen wouldn't have wanted his wife to spend the rest of her life mourning him.

"I trust that you have been treating my mother well?" He asked, adding a little more pressure to his grip before releasing it.

"Nathanael," Moira took Walter's hand. "Walter and I are married, and I don't want you to think that either one of us did anything to disrespect your father."

"I would never think that mom." Nathan smiled and moved past the couple. He could hear footsteps coming from the second floor.

At the bottom of the staircase, he looked up. "Hey, sis."

The beautiful woman at the top of the stairs ran down towards him.

"I knew it. I knew you were alive." She cleared the last two steps and fell into his arms. "I missed you so much."

Nathan held her tight to him. Probably tighter than was acceptable for siblings or comfortable for her, but Thea didn't say anything about it. Instead, she hugged him back just as tight.

"You were with me the whole time." He told her as she cried.

"Nathanael?" Moira broke the moment. "Are you hungry? I asked Raisa to prepare an early dinner."

Nathan unwrapped his arms from Thea's waist and set her back on the ground. He looked at his mom and Walter, who were both staring expectantly.

"Will you thank Raisa for me, please. I'd love to eat, but I'm tired."

"Of course," Moira nodded. "Thea, why don't you take Nathan up to his room?"

Nathan went back for his trunk as Thea rolled her eyes and headed back up the stairs.

"Sorry about mom, Nate." She said when they reached his room. "It's like she forgot you grew up in this house too."

"Well, I was gone for a while." He joked.

"You weren't gone," Thea said. "You were dead."

Nathan stared at her. She wasn't wrong. To everyone in Starling City, Nathanael Queen had been dead for the past five years.

"You're right." He nodded. "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize." Thea sighed. "I don't mean to be snappy. I just...it's been a hard five years, Nate."

Nathan wrapped his free arm around her shoulders, pulling her body close to his. "I know, but I'm back, and things are going to be better now, Thea. I promise."

He pressed a quick kiss to her temple and stepped into his room for the first time in five years. His trunk fit underneath his bed away from prying eyes, and he laid down on the thousand-dollar mattress. He hadn't been lying when he told his mom that he was tired.

(Flashback)

Nathanael Queen stared out the window of his father's luxury yacht, the Queen's Gambit. On the other side of the choppy black water slammed against the ship. He closed his eyes as thunder rumbled above him. The downpour had started days ago, beginning as a slight trickle one morning, and before sunset, the light shower had become a raging typhoon. A Category 2, according to the captain.

Behind his head, through the wall of the Gambit, he heard a quiet giggle, and his eyes popped open.

"Oliver. . ."

'Ugh.' Nathan slid out of his bed. No way in hell was he going to sit in his room and listen to his brother screw whatever girl he had snuck on board.
'What an asshole.' Nathan grabbed his blue rain jacket and opened his door, stepping out into the hall.

Nathan loved his brother. He really did. And he'd die for him. But Oliver was a jackass. His brother cheated on his girlfriend repeatedly. Got too drunk to remember most nights. And he seemed to only ever care about the next party he was going to.

There was more to him, Nathan could see it, so why couldn't Oliver see it in himself? His brother only ever wanted to show the world his worst qualities.

"Nathan!" His father called from down the hall as he came in from the deck. Winds whipped the rain through the opened doorway, soaking the hall.

It was the first time Nathan had seen his father in days. Not that he minded. His dad had been acting weird ever since he announced the trip to China. And whenever he tried to ask what was wrong, his father always brushed his worries off, claiming that things were a mess at Queen Consolidated and told him not to worry. The assurances didn't stop him from worrying, but what was he supposed to do? He was only fifteen, and despite being the son of the CEO, he didn't have any say in how the company was run.

"Dammit," Robert muttered as he shoved the door shut. "It's getting bad out there, son. We're gonna have to stay inside until the storm passes."

"Typical." Nathan rolled his eyes.

This was why he had tried to back out of the trip when he heard his brother was coming. Oliver had never been interested in the family business. The only time he ever went on business trips with their father was when he wanted a chance to cheat on Laurel. Nathan found it disgusting, and now he was stuck inside with his brother and Oliver's latest groupie.

"What's wrong?" Robert asked.

"Oliver brought company." Nathan nodded to his brother's door.

"Are we in trouble?"

'Speak of the devil.' Nathan frowned as Oliver's door opened, and his brother stumbled out of the room.

Their dad shook his head. "One of us is."

Nathan's frown became more pronounced at the lackluster response to Oliver's cheating. His father had met Laurel, and he even said he liked her, and yet he never once told Oliver off for cheating. Not that Nathan was surprised. It would have been hypocritical of his dad to do so, given Robert Queen's past. But still, Laurel was a good girl, and she didn't deserve Oliver's bullshit.

"Ollie?" A giggly voice called.

Sara? Nathan's eyes snapped to the panty and bra-clad girl standing in the hall. He looked away as she tugged the robe she was wearing closed, hiding her half-naked body from view.

"Where do you keep the bottle opener on this thing?" He heard her ask.

"I'll be there in a minute, Sara." His brother answered, not sounding the least bit ashamed.

Their father sighed, and Nathan heard him walk forward. His soaked rain jacket swishing as he moved.

"You know, son? That is not going to finish well. For either of them or for you."

"As if he cares," Nathan muttered, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, so he didn't take a swing at Oliver.

His brother didn't give a damn about Laurel or her sister. All he cared about was what was between their legs.

"Nate." His father sighed as Oliver went back to his room. "Your brother is-"

"An asshole." Nathan cut his dad off. "Don't make excuses for him."

Robert sighed and wrapped an arm around his youngest son's shoulders.

"Nate, your brother, isn't like you."

Nathan snorted. That was the understatement of the century. He and Oliver were like night and day. They couldn't have been more different.

"Nathan," His father scolded lightly. "You need to listen. This is important. I know that sometimes you and your brother disagree-"

Nathan's eyebrows went up, and his father chuckled.

"Right, I know you and Oliver disagree most of the time, but you're still brothers. Family is important, and you have to stick together. I'm not going to be around forever, and the two of you have to look out for your mother and Thea. They'll need you."

"Dad, are you feeling alright? You're not sick or anything, right?"

Robert shook his head, turning to walk away.

"I'm fine, son. Just...what I told you about before we left Starling. The man behind the Undertaking is extremely dangerous, and we all need to be prepared for the worst."

"What do you mean the worst?" Nathan demanded. He reached out, snagging the sleeve of his father's jacket, holding him in place. "And when are you going to tell me who recruited you for Undertaking?"

"Nathan, everything will be fine." Robert smiled.

"Stop lying to me!" Nathan hissed.

His grip on his father's jacket tightened. He was tired of the lies. For months his dad had been tiptoeing around something, around someone, and Nathan wanted to know who it was. Because whoever it was, his dad was afraid and not just for himself. But for their entire family.

"Okay...okay." His father set a hand on his forearm. "Calm down, son."

Nathan relaxed his hand, releasing his grip and took a step back.

"Sorry." He muttered.

"It's fine." Robert smiled again; only it wasn't a fake happy smile. He looked sad and resigned, but content.

"Dad?" Nathan urged his father.

Robert sighed, and he wrapped an arm around his son's shoulder. "It's time you learned the truth. About me. About everything."

'Good.' Nathan nodded as his dad let them down the hall. Whatever his father was worried about, he didn't want him dealing with it alone.

As they walked, the boat lurched.

Nathan felt his legs turn to jelly, and he hit his knees. He pushed his hands out in front of his chest and caught himself before his face slammed into the floor.

The yacht shook again, and his world tilted. He went head over heels down the hallway slamming into the wall at the end.

"Nathan!" His father's voice sounded distant.

'He was just right next to me.' Nathan thought. He blinked, trying to clear his blurry vision. His fall must have been harder than he thought because all he could see was colors.

"The lifeboats, Nathan! Get to the lifeboats!"

He could hear his father shouting from somewhere. His vision finally began to clear, and Nathan saw a wall of black charging down the hall. It covered him completely, dragging him away, out of the ship and deep, deep into the sea. Everything was black, but some things were darker. A giant shadow loomed above him. He kicked his legs and flapped his arms, clawing his way up towards the light.

His head pounded, and his lungs stung, but he made it. He made it into the light. He made it, and the millisecond his head burst through the surface he opened his mouth and gulped down air.

"Dad!" He shouted.

There was no reply. Lighting flashed, and Nathan saw orange. One of the Gambits liferafts had inflated and was floating away. A wave caught his back, and he was thrown forward, towards the liferaft. He slammed into the rubber canopy and bounced, his hands scrabbling uselessly for the rope tied around the raft.

Lighting flashed below the clouds, and with that quick flash of the light, Nathan had enough to grab the zipper and slip into the raft like a wet fish.

"Nathan! Oliver!" his father shouted, his voice carried by the wind.

Nathan coughed up saltwater. His throat and eyes were burning terribly. He could still hear his father shouting for him. Oliver must have been found because his name wasn't being shouted anymore.

"Nathan!"

"Nathan!"

Pushing himself to his knees, he leaned out the opening in the raft and shouted.

"Dad!"

Squinting as the rain beat down on him, Nathan saw a light through the downpour.

"Nathan!"

Retreating into his raft, Nathan felt his way around the boxes he knew would be inside and opened the first. All of them would have battery-powered lamps. As a billionaire, his father hadn't spared any expense when building and stocking the Queen's Gambit with emergency supplies.

Flicking the lamp on, he hung it from the ring attached to the roof of the raft and went back into the box. A white ringed buoy tied to a lump of rope sat at the bottom. He grabbed it and leaned out of the raft again.

The light was closer now.

Nathan looked down at the buoy in his hand. There looked to be enough rope to reach the other raft if he threw it.

"Help! Someone help!"

'Sara!' Nathan turned away from the light. Lighting flashed again, and he saw Sara struggling to stay above the water.

"Nathan! This way, son!"

Tying the buoy to the raft, Nathan shoved it over his shoulders and dove into the water.

Authors Note:

Narutos suit is like Connor Hawkes Concept Art Suit. You can see it on the Arrow Wiki, and the only differences are that it's black instead of green, and the gold is a dark gray.

Points to anyone who knows how and why Naruto has been reincarnated as Nathanael Queen.

His reincarnation is not just a plot device to get Naruto into the Arrowverse, either. It will be a large part of the plot during the flashbacks. Yes, I'm doing the Flashbacks. They are a big part of Arrow, and I like them.