Hi everyone. This is just a sudden thought to convert one of my romance novels into a Naruto fic, so enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the book, Savage Autumn, which this is based off of. The only thing I own is the idea to put them both together! (and the MANY tweaks I made to make it work!)

Forbidden Passion, Untamed Desire!

Itachi

He came down from the north with the swiftness of

the wind,

With a noble spirit that would not break nor would

it bend.

He is not of my world and not of my kind, yet he

touches my

Heart and troubles my mind.

With his hair black as ebony and dark eyes flashing

and bold,

I love him, yet I fear him, for I know he seeks my

soul.

Chapter 1:

Sakura, Naruto, and Kakashi were all setting beside the fire. They had been searching for Sasuke for over three weeks now, and they were on their way home. Sakura had been disappointed in the little information they had uncovered. Sasuke had been gone now for about five years. Sakura was a spry eighteen-year-old, and had grown into a beautiful young woman. Much to her happiness, she had grown into her forehead, though she had decided to keep her hair short. She still used the same style mission outfit she had since she was fifteen, but had grown into it, and her curves filled it more.

Currently, she was sitting on an old log in the middle of a dark forest. She closed her eyes and allowed the heat from the fire to wash over her. She let her mind wonder over her missing teammate. For some time now she had gotten over all romantic feelings for him. He was now just her teammate that needed to be saved from himself. She thought of his rouge brother, Itachi. The man had murdered his entire clan in front of his only brother. She suppressed a shudder, wondering deep in the cavities of her mind how any human being could be so horrid.

Feeling the need for a moment alone from her teammates, she stood up from the log. Telling Kakashi that she was going down to the river, she made her way away from them. Upon reaching the river, she closed her eyes, and took a deep calming breath. It seemed like she needed these peaceful times. For some reason she truly enjoyed watching the fish swim against the current. Sakura supposed they reminded her of herself. It seemed that her entire life had been spent struggling against the current of life, trying to reach the top. She had always been called weak and winey. Thinking back now, she regretted the way she had obsessed as a fangirl. Maybe if she had spent more time thinking of him as a friend, she would have been able to get closer to Sasuke.

Her mind momentarily returned to his brother. He was behind all of their suffering. He had done this to them! She had grown to hate him over the way he had treated her beloved teammate, though she had really only seen the man once. She though back to the way he had appeared to her then. He had seemed far younger than his age, though he really wasn't that old to begin with. The look she had taken of him before the fight told her that, though she did love Sasuke, Itachi was without a doubt the more handsome of the two.

Sakura's thought were interrupted shortly by the sound of a fight. It was coning from the camp! She pushed all of her chakra into her feet, and traveled as fast as she could back to her friends. Fear tore into the pit of her stomach as she burst into the devastated camp. She could see Naruto and Kakashi trapped under a swarm of ninja. She tried to reach them, but was tackled as well. Seeing that she was outnumbered, she retreated, hoping to split them up. She would take them out fastest to slowest. As she ran she realized she was caught in a genjutsu. But how? Just as she was pondering this, the jutsu was released, and the forest disappeared. She was forced to come to an immediate stop, right on the edge of a steep cliff. She moved to turn around, only to take a fist in the face.

Sakura felt her stomach drop as she plummeted over the edge. She managed to make herself turn, so she would land on her shoulder. It wouldn't help much, but maybe it would save her life. The breath gushed from her when her body made impact with the hard ground. She felt a shooting pain as her head bounced off a rock. She turned her body in time to see her attackers move slowly from the side, thinking her obviously dead. Then her entire world turned the dark.

16161616

Itachi walked out of the forest on full alert. He had over heard a battle taking place, and made his way to the scene. He had been surprised to find his brother's old teammates fighting a loosing battle. He stayed in the shadows and watched as they were hopelessly outnumbered. He had seen the amazingly pink haired woman run from the seen. The other two had only just recently given up hope and fled from the battle as well. Only they where heading toward the Hidden Leaf, the exact opposite of the direction the girl, Sakura was it, had gone. Then he noticed the men that were following her returned to the camp. For some unknown reason he felt compelled to search for her.

So here he was, standing at the edge of a drop off. He peered cautiously over the edge to see the girl laying unconscious at the bottom. Though she appeared to be dead, he could sense her strong chakra turning deep and strong. He turned to leave her there to die, but something made him stop to think. His younger brother was being reckless. He felt that Sasuke was going to get himself killed one day, leaving him as the last of the Uchihas. For some reason he didn't like the sound of that. What he needed was an heir to their sharingan eyes. But being a rouge nin, a female was hard to come by, save the sluts his fellow Akatsuki took to their beds. No, he wanted someone strong, and to have survived such a fall made the girl before him strong. He decided. He was going to make his brother's former friend bare his child!

16161616

Sakura regained consciousness just as a dark shadow fell fleetingly across her face. She tried to move, but could only wince in pain, and was forced to remain still. She glanced up toward the high embankment to see a lone figure peering down at her. It was no more that a shadowy outline since the sun was behind it. Squinting she could just make out the dark cape and red clouds. Wild, unbridled terror seized her. An Akatsuki! All Sakura could do was lie helpless as it made its way down to her. She closed her eyes, fearing the worst. She only hoped he would be merciful and kill her quickly.

She felt him kneel down beside her, and opened her eyes. It was Itachi! Her fear was joined by a burning hatred. This was the man that had destroyed her team!

"Kill me and make it quick," she whispered. Tears were streaming from her eyes. "You are nothing but a savage- harassing people who have done nothing to you!"

Itachi reached out a hand to touch her face. He felt a strange pain for some reason when she flinched from his touch. Being a Leaf Ninja, she had surely heard his story. Did she think he had anything to do with her resent attack? Did she fear he was going to kill her?

When he tried to move her, Sakura cried out in pain. "Leave me here to die. You took all that I loved in life. Allow me to die in peace."

Itachi could see that she had been badly injured, and must be moved carefully. She was still alive, but she could still die from her wounds. He knew when he lifted Sakura into his arms that he was causing her pain, but he had to get her out of the ravine. Sakura closed her eyes refusing to look at him. What did it matter if he killed her? She was weak and useless. She wasn't even able to protect her friends!

She bit her lip trying not to cry out when he gently lifted her into his arms. No matter now much it hurt, she would not give him the satisfaction of witnessing her pain. Each step he took seemed to send a thousand knife blades through her body, but she didn't once voice her pain.

When he reached the top, Itachi saw that Sakura's eyes were open, and he recognized the pain in the deep green depths. "Don't hurt me," she pleaded in a weak voice. He nodded his head, knowing what it had cost her to plead for herself. He remembered her courage when he had first met her on her journey to save the one-tail. She was a woman like no other, and that made him wish he could spare her from any more pain. He shifted her slowly into a more gentle hold, and then took off swiftly into the trees. Sakura turned her face against his soft cloak wishing she were dead, and thinking she might be before the day was over.

Itachi came to a stop, taking care not to cause Sakura undue pain. She groaned and opened her eyes when he laid her down on the soft grass. Sakura watched him move to his pack and remove a blanket through a pain-filled haze. What is he going to do with me? She wondered. When he returned, he placed the blanket down beside her and carefully moved her onto it. Sakura looked into his dark eyes and shivered at the unreadable depths. If she didn't know better, Sakura would have thought she saw sadness in his eyes.

Could he regret what he had done to his family so long ago? She hoped he was feeling remorse. One thing was certain; she would never forgive him for what he had done to his brother. He turned away and she watched as he built a fire. His back was to her and she wished she had the strength to take his kunai and drive into his murderous body.

He seemed to sense her glare, and turned his head, looking deeply into her eyes. Sakura's heart fluttered at the dark eyes knowing they were filled with compassion for her. Was it possible for a man to have two sides? Could he murder and destroy human life one moment, and feel compassion and regret the next?

She cringed as he moved to her side and knelt down. His hand was gentle as he felt along both of her arms to see if they were broken. Sakura bit her lip, trying not to cry out when he touched her right forearm. Itachi was grim-faced when he saw the beads of perspiration appear on her face. He feared her arm might have been broken. Turning it over, he saw with a glance that it was not broken, but badly sprained.

An involuntary groan escaped Sakura's lips when he took out a kunai. Now was the moment of her death, she thought, praying for the strength to meet her death bravely. Instead of plunging it into her heart as she expected him to, Itachi cut her outfit along both sleeves. Sakura tried to protest when she realized he was going to remove her clothes. Itachi easily restrained her movements. Her eyes widened in fear. No, she wasn't going to die, not yet. What he had in mind for her was a fate worse than death. She had no intention of submitting to him willingly. He would have to kill her she thought, renewing her struggle.

Itachi new what she was thinking. "Sakura," he said, shaking his head and laying down the kunai to show her he only intended to help her.

"Don't touch me," she pleaded.

Itachi gestured to her arm, then nodded his head. "I only want to help you," he said as soft as he could make his voice. Sakura frowned, beginning to understand. He was only going to tend her injuries. She closed her eyes, knowing she was too weak to protest.

"Sakura," he touched her face softly and she opened her eyes. He had apparently taken a bandage from his bag and wet it in the nearby river, for he began to wash the dried blood from her forehead.

Itachi saw that the wound on her head was not too bad, so carefully picked up her arm and began binding it tightly with one of his bandages he kept with him. He new he was causing her pain, and was relieved when he felt her go limp, knowing she had lost consciousness. He had to check that she had no internal injuries. He slowly removed all her clothing and her wrap. When that was accomplished, he examined her body with the skill of an excellent medic nin. Years of solitude had taught him to care for himself. He found no other injuries except for minor scratches and bruises, to which he applied smaller bandages. He had done all he could do now, she was in God's hands.

Now that he had tended her as best he could, he allowed his eyes to wander over her body, starting with her long shapely legs, across her well-rounded hips that gently sloped to her tiny waist. He drew in his breath as his eyes traveled to her silky breasts with their rosebud tips. Her skin was so silky and white… his hands trembled as he lightly touched her creamy breasts. Never had he seen a woman of such beauty. Fearing where his thoughts were leading him, he decided it was best to replace some of her garments. With considerable effort he pulled her underwear over her legs without causing her pain. Covering her with a blanket, he sat down to wait for her to awaken.

Itachi new Sakura was in no condition to travel, but he had to get her away from this area, fearing the Leaf Ninja would soon be searching for their attackers. He knew her friends would stop at nothing to get her back. He decided they would camp by the river tonight, and then tomorrow, they would start for the Akatsuki hideout.

His eyes rested on Sakura's face. How is it possible for a ninja to be so beautiful? He found himself wondering. Her long dark lashes rested against her pail cheeks, hiding her stunning green eyes. He was hit with a sudden urge, and against his own will took her limp hand into his. For some reason he felt sorrow that she thought he had killed his family on a whim. Would he ever be able to convince her he was only acting on the orders of the leaders of the leaf? It had been so long since the people were told he had done the deed on his own, even he had begun to believe it. He felt a sudden anger at his self for thinking of that. Why should he care if she knew his real motives or not. If she wanted to believe he was a monster then let her! All he needed from her was a mate, not a companion.

With his free hand he traced the outline of her face. He looked down at the hand in his own. His mind couldn't process what had made him do that. Why was he taking such gentle care of her? It really didn't matter if her body was in good health or not did it? But there was something stopping him from taking advantage of her and implanting his seed into her oh so delicious body.

Sakura slept fretfully all night. Once she awoke to find Itachi sitting beside her. When she felt his dark eyes scan her face, she closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep. She didn't want to dream, because her dreams were more like nightmares. She dreamed of Sasuke as a little boy staring into the face of the man that had captured her, and herself being tortured by him.

The next morning Sakura was awakened by Itachi touching her cheek. She shivered as the man that had murdered so many touched her. Itachi merely wanted to examine Sakura's arm to make sure the sling was still in place, but Sakura, not knowing his intentions, clutched the blanket tightly around her neck. Itachi saw her cheeks take on a pink tinge, and he knew he was causing her embarrassment. He felt a wicked smirk trying to pull at his lips and turned away.

Sakura was relieved when he stood up and walked away from her. She had feared that he would ravish her, and even though she had been spared this time, she couldn't stop her body from trembling. Her fear was renewed when Itachi returned. Sakura was surprised when he laid her clothes within her reach, then turned and walked away to give her privacy to dress herself. It was a very slow and painful process putting on her mission outfit, while trying to stay under the blanket so he wouldn't see her.

At one point he approached her with food and water. He placed the food within her reach and stepped away. She felt relieved when he left. Although she was hungry, she refused the food for fear it was poisoned. However, her thirst caused her to drink deeply from the cool canteen. Her eyes widened fearfully as Itachi approached her again. She groaned when he bent down to lift her gently into his arms, and then began to move on.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked.

His dark eyes searched her face, reading a large amount of fear.

"I am taking you to my home," he replied shortly.

Sakura knew it would do her no good to beg for her freedom. The man who had killed so many people would never listen to her plea, and she wasn't going to lower herself by begging him.

As he ran away from the river, Sakura tried to close her mind to her future. She was a prisoner Itachi wasn't planning to let go. She was nestled in his arms and she resented his nearness with every fiber of her being. She stared at the hands that kept her from falling to her death. They were strong hands: hands that had murdered and burned. Those hands had also been gentle as he tended her wounds. She closed her eyes, wishing she were dead.

Well that's the first chapter anyways. I hope you all like it. I thought this plot would really fit this pairing. This is my first Nruto fic, so R&R! thanks!