So the main purpose of this chapter is to give you some more info on Kasami because she is my own creation and not a character from the anime. The real chapter 2 will come soon so hold on until then.

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Kasami POV age 12

I sat in the back of the class, watching as one by one, the students stood up and preformed the transformation jutsu. Most people choose to turn into Iruka Sensei but some decided on other people like the hokage or one of the other teachers. Everyone was doing a reasonable job, with small mistakes here and there… until Naruto went.

Naruto, the boy everyone except me stays away from. Naruto who is so different but at the same time so similar to the little red haired boy I met six years ago. I had forgotten a lot about him, not that I knew much in the first place, but as I had promised, I hadn't forgotten HIM. I remembered his hair, a fiery red, and his eyes had been blue. But what was most clear in my memory was the word I had painted on his head, "Love". As Naruto took his place at the front of the room, I absently wondered if the boy, Gaara, had made any more friends.

Naruto's eyes were squeezed shut and he was concentrating hard as he formed the proper hand signs. I could almost see the chakra flowing around him. A puff of smoke billowed out around him, covering him completely. As we waited for it to disappear, I silently wished him luck. He was always made fun of for his lack of skill and performing the jutsu perfectly would show the rest of the class that he wasn't as weak as they made him out to be. My wish didn't help. When the smoke was gone, there stood a very short version of our Hokage.

For what seemed like an eternity, the room was quiet. Then all at once, everyone except Sensei, Sauske, Naruto and I erupted into uncontrollable laughter. Scowling, Naruto transformed back into himself and stomped back to his seat. I sighed as Iruka Sensei tried to quiet the class. When the laughter had died down to just a few giggles, Sensei looked at his clipboard for the next name.

"Kasami Ryuu."

I rose and made my way to the front of the classroom. All eyes were on me as I sped through the hand signs and transformed into a perfect replica of my sister.

Naomi Ryuu is well known and greatly respected in our village. Her lightning style is something to be feared. Our clan, the Ryuu clan, specializes in lightning style jutsu. We are also known for our close bonds with the nearly extinct dragons. My sister and I are the only remaining members of our clan and everyone in the village had hoped that we would become powerful weapons. Naomi met their expectations. I however, never would.

I had been born very sick and weak. Naomi had told me that even the best healers were unable to fix me and they were sure that I wasn't going to live very long. My bones are brittle and I am very easy to break. In fact, I broke my legs multiple times when I was just learning to walk. For the first few years of my life, I was kept inside and guarded 24/7. My parents didn't want to risk losing me. But they had been killed in an accident when I was four. Naomi wanted to protect me as well but she realized that as I got older, it wouldn't be so easy to keep me hidden away. When I was five, she let me come out on the front porch. I wasn't allowed to go any further then that but once I stepped outside, I couldn't get enough fresh air. I would sneak outside often and Naomi would always be worried sick but I was too little to care. So in order to satisfy me, she started taking me on walks around the village. I was smart for a five year old and I kept convincing her to take me farther and farther away from the house. When I was six, I even convinced her to take me with her on a mission to the Hidden Sand Village.

I had the hardest time convincing her to let me go to school when I was old enough. She was afraid of how I would do with the Taijutsu portion of training. Her concern was justified. On the first day, I ended up braking both of my arms, a leg and several ribs. Luckily my spine remained intact as did my skull but I was in the hospital for a while.

When I returned to school, I found out that Naomi had asked that I not be required to participate in Taijutsu training. However in exchange, I would not be allowed to graduate into a Genin.

I excelled in Ninjutsu and Genjutsu but no matter how good I was, I couldn't be a proper ninja without Taijutsu. Even Lee, thought he had no Ninjutsu or Genjutsu, was able to hold his own with just his Taijutsu. If an enemy got to close to me, I was dead. Simple as that.

When the last few students finished their transformations, we all went outside and Sensei paired us up for fights. Sauske was chosen to go twice since I was not able to participate. I went over and sat down by the fence that separated the school yard from the surrounding forest. Naruto sat next to me.

"Hey Kasami. Do you think you can help me learn how to transform correctly? I don't know what I'm doing wrong."

I grinned at him. "I'm not a very good teacher, but I could try. I'll come to your place later. I'll be sure to bring you some real food too."

He crinkled his nose and turned away. "Thanks but I like my ramen."

I roll my eyes. "You can't survive only on ramen. That's not healthy."

"I've been surviving on it for a while now."

"Doesn't make it any healthier."

Iruka Sense had finished pairing the students and called out the first match.

"Naruto vs Shino."

The orange ninja in training jumped up and dusted the dirt of his pants.

"That's me. I'll see you later Kasami."

I waved to him and he jogged over to where his opponent was waiting.

Hinata approached me next.

"Hinata, have you confessed to Naruto yet?" I called to her, though not loud enough for anyone else to hear.

She flushed a bright pink and stared down at her shoes.

"I…well…I… haven't"

I giggle, "Come sit down, I'm just teasing you. Though you should let him know. I can see how much it hurts you when he flirts with Sakura."

She didn't say anything, but accepted my invitation to sit. I nudged her shoulder and when she looked at me, I smiled warmly. She returned with a small smile of her own and a comfortable silence hung over us as we turned out attention to the first fight.

It didn't last long. Naruto had a habit of diving right into a fight without thinking and Shino took advantage of that. Within minutes, He had Naruto pinned.

As the second pair began, Sakura and Ino joined Hinata and me.

"No one can beat Sauske. It's just not possible." Ino was saying. Sakura was nodding her head in agreement.

I greeted them and they sat down.

"The next fight is Shikamaru and Choji. Who do you think will win Kasami?

I shook my head slowly. "Neither. Choji wouldn't fight Shikamaru and if Choji refuses to fight then Shikamaru will as well."

"But that wouldn't be very interesting at all."

"Who said they care about making things interesting?"

I was correct. Both combatants refused to fight and Iruka Sensei was forced to call it a draw.

The rest of the battles went quickly enough and soon it was time to go. I walked to Hinata's home with her and after I bid her goodbye, I headed to my house. Naomi was out, as usual. She had been very busy lately with all of her missions. I went to my room and pulled out some paints. Over the next hour I painted an image of a little red haired boy sitting on a swing. The picture seemed off but I couldn't figure out why so I shrugged, and put my paints away. Leaving the house, I went to the market to pick up some vegetables and milk for Naruto. Knowing him, the milk he has is probably spoiled. When I made my purchases, I found my way to his place. He turned his nose up at the vegetables but I told him that if he didn't try some I would never help him train ever again. He reluctantly agreed and my afternoon was spent instructing him on how to properly transform into a different person.

When I returned home later that night, the painting I had done was sitting on my dresser. I stared at it for a moment, trying to figure out what it was that was so wrong about it. After a minute it hit me. I grabbed my paints back out and went to work fixing it. When it was finished, I proudly placed it back on my dresser to dry again.

It was a painting of a little red haired boy sitting on a swing. Next to him a little brown haired girl stood, holding a ball in one hand, and holding one of his hands in the other.

So now you know a little more about Kasami. Hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading.