New story; an Itachi X OC story. Just letting you know now, I'm going to be going right into the story, no stupid stuff in the beginning for this one. Like the summary says, it's about a girl named Akira, daughter of Kakashi, and yet lover to Itachi. I know ages are out of whack; so I have Itachi younger in this one, hehe :), go with the roll… please? This story is set in First Person: Akira is telling it from her view. Anywho, I hope you enjoy the story, and without further adieu, here is the story: Forbidden Love.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Summary: Akira had run away from Konoha: just to be with the love of her life. She would do anything for Itachi, yet she's regretting everything she had ever done for him. She had given up so much for him, and he has yet to show his love for her... like he used to...

Warning: I am sorry about this, but if you do not like angst/drama/sad/depressing stories do not read: this story will be pretty sad and depressing and some moments will have minor drama and angst.

Itachi X OC

-Forbidden Love,

Chapter One: Regrets-

My eyes snapped open, my breath coming out in wheezes, my body soaked in sweat. I tried to get my breathing under control, but because of my condition I couldn't. My breathing finally got under control, but my peace quickly turned into coughing fits, blood coming up in spurts. I swung my legs over the bed, looking once at the sleeping figure next to me before half running, half crawling, into the bathroom and heaving into the toilet. My whole body trembled as I tried to hold back the pain, my eyes closing momentarily as I finally calmed down and the heaving stopped. Now I shuddered from the cold, from the feeling of being alone, from the feeling that I could never turn back to what I used to be. Tears fell down my face as I thought about what I had willingly given up to go after the love of my life.

My head came up sharply as I felt his hands go around me. "Shh, shh. It's going to be alright." He whispered into my ear. I knew full well it wasn't going to be all right. I sighed, snuggling down into him for any kind of warmth I had felt so long ago there.

There was nothing: nothing but a cold-hearted, missing-nin. I sighed again, the tears freshly falling down my cheeks once again. And once again: he mistook them for tears of fright. His arms tightened, his voice no longer entering my ears as I tried to imagine him, imagine him before he had killed everyone, before he had turned cold: to imagine him the way I had loved him. Don't get me wrong: I still love him. Just not the new him: not the cold, calculating murderer. I missed my old love: the one that had made me laugh when I needed to, made me feel more then I was, made me feel like I could do anything. And these thoughts caused the tears to come even more forcefully.

A knock was heard, someone calling for him once again. His arms untangled from me, almost unwillingly. Almost. "What is it?" I heard him ask as the door swung open.

"It's time to go. He wants us all out patrolling and gathering data on the demons." I heard Kisame answer. I shuddered, heaving into the toilet once more. Both my love and Kisame entered the bathroom then, Kisame bending down to me and brushing my hair from my face. "She's not looking too good, Itachi. Aren't you going to do something for her?"

I smiled, no teeth or emotion showing. "What am I going to do?" Itachi returned. "No one can heal her, you know that." His blood red eyes pierced right through me, as though he knew what I was thinking. How I wish I could tell him if he didn't. That wouldn't be good though: he could kill me without so much as a second thought. How I wished I still had the old Uchiha Itachi back, the one that I knew how to make smile no matter what.

I sighed once more, probably for good measure or to annoy him than for anything else. And sure enough, his eyes flickered once with annoyance that quickly dispersed. I wiped my mouth with the towel Kisame had handed me, my eyes never leaving Itachi's. My eyes slowly closed as I leaned against the wall, knowing full well both pairs of eyes never left me. Kisame, his hand on my shoulder, jerked me back to reality, unfortunately. I scooted away from him silently, looking him into the eyes once then turning away. "What?"

"I asked if you were hungry." He restated, sounding slightly hurt.

I knew it wasn't his fault to make me feel this way, and he knew it too. But it was hard when you couldn't take it out on the real perpetrator: Itachi. I shook my head no, my stomach taking a different route and grumbling loudly. I blushed darkly, ducking my head as I wrapped my hands around it. "A little…"

"Then come on. We have to leave now, but I think we can squeeze in giving you something to eat, considering you will be staying here… with Sasori and Deidara…" He winced, knowing full well that I wouldn't like that thought.

And I didn't. Ever since I ran off with Itachi, Itachi joining Akatsuki, and me semi-joining them: I had, had a bad time with everyone in it. Kisame knew that I didn't like it when guys tried to take advantage of me, so he didn't do anything. Plus, I knew I wasn't his type: if he even has a type. With the rest of them, minus Itachi, never knew where I drew the line. They always tried to grope, smack, pinch, or kiss me: and they knew I didn't like, and they knew Itachi wouldn't do anything if it got out of hand. I sighed as I got up weakly, stumbling back into the bedroom and changing, not caring if Kisame and Itachi left or not to give me privacy. I changed quickly, wanting this day to go by like that. A headache was already forming and I knew it was going to get worse: Deidara at the center.

I heard their conversation take a quick turn down Argument Lane, but I blocked it out, knowing full well they were arguing about me. How could I show them I knew how to take care of myself? How could I show them I hated it when they faught over something as trivial as this and… I shook my head, a cough escaping my lips as my body spasmed. I clutched at my chest, my other hand covering my mouth. My body twisted over the bed, not quite falling over, but almost. I felt Kisame's hands on my back, trying to relieve my pain through pressure points. I knew, just as the pain was fading, that Itachi had stood where he was, letting Kisame help me on his own.

I straightened, throwing a glare at Itachi before heading out the door. "Come on, you two promised me food."

I slowly stuffed food into my mouth, my eyes watching Kisame and Itachi leave. I felt alone once more, an empty pit in the bottom of your stomach, a black hole that seemed to be endless. I had become fast friends with this feeling, considering I felt it every day, every night. Even if I was beside Itachi, I felt it even greater. I shook my head, placing the sandwich on my plate and leaving it alone.

"Still not eating dear kitten?"

"Call me kitten again and I swear you wont see another day in this life." I growled out, my eyes locking onto Sasori's.

"Oh ho! The kitten has some fire in her!" He mocked, sitting across from me, his foot at work already on my leg.

I contemplated either kicking him, flipping the table over onto him, injuring him internally, or ignoring him. I sighed, mentally shooting myself as I ignored the foot on my thigh. "What do you want Sasori?"

"You know how it is: when the cats are away, the mice will play." That sickening smile was on his lips once more. Oh, how it made me want to hurl.

"No, I don't know how it is." My eyes had quickly averted from his face to the sky outside the window. I didn't feel like killing anyone at that moment, I never do, so I thought it best that I didn't look at him. All I had to do now was ignore the foot, and that was becoming harder by the second.

"Stop being so sour Akira." The way he said my name sent shivers down my spine, leaving tantalizing thoughts of killing him in its wake. Unfortunately, he thought they were shivers of pleasure. "See, I know you want me-"

I had stood up then, knowing this would go down a road I didn't want to take again. "No, Sasori. I do not want you, and I never will. Get that through your thick head, alright?"

He stared at me, his smirk wavering in between staying on his face and falling into a frown. It decided on being halfway, his eyes narrowing: now he just looked plain stupid. "What will it take, hmm? What will it take for the Ice Queen to become thawed?"

I sighed, turning away, my arms wrapping around my stomach. "Nothing, it will take nothing from you for this Ice Queen to thaw out." I walked away then, his outbursts following in my wake. He deserves to die, just like everyone else. But I couldn't think that: I wanted this. I wanted to live with Itachi… How could I keep lying to myself? I don't know how I do it, but it's bugging the crap out of me. If this Ice Queen wanted to thaw… well, lets just say it would take one pretty big miracle.

Another sigh; maybe that's all I was doing now a days: sighing. Right now would be a great time to get drunk. And thankfully, I was in a town with the best sake around…

I groaned, my head turning to the side as I felt hands on my shoulders shaking me. "Akira? Akira, please wake up." I shook my head slightly, scooting away from the touch and voice that sounded so warm yet so distant and hurt. If only they would speak again so I could discern who it was that spoke. And they did… "Akira!

Maybe if you didn't do all that heavy training you wouldn't have passed out." Itachi joked, his hand running down my cheek.

"Maybe I wanted to pass out. Just so you would find me and have to take me home: how does that sound?" I teased back, my eyes drinking in his features as he stared at my eyes. He had always taught me to be better then everyone else, looking him or her in the eye no matter what. He had always taught me that I was better than I thought I was… and maybe it was true, maybe it wasn't.

Itachi laughed, a deep sound you could always love, even if you didn't love the person. And I loved it now. "What if I don't carry you home?"

"Then I'll just get up really, really slowly and walk home. See? Nothing to it! I planned ahead!"

His head came down to mine, his hand cupping my face. "Yes, I do see you planned ahead. But did you plan this?" He brought our faces together, making the kiss quick at first but my hands around his neck deepened it.

"Itachi?" I mumbled, my voice full of the love I had for him as my mind went back in time.

"Yes, it's me Akira."

That's when my fantasies came crashing down. By just hearing the cold-hearted manner he had to me was enough to jolt me from anything. I got up quickly, regretting the decision as the room spun, just like I regretted everything else. I watched his hands shoot out to support me as though I was a little kid just learning how to walk. I was fed up with him right now so that didn't make me anymore angry. I shoved his hands away, turning and walking out before he could say something. I looked back once, seeing shock on his face, and it tore my heart apart. And now I stood there, looking back at him, tears flowing down my face.

I knew it was wrong, acting the way I did. Yet, how couldn't I act like that when he's the way he is now? Half of me wanted to run to him, take him in my arms and try and find the true Itachi and throw away the rest. The other half wanted to cuss him out and tell him how I felt and why, trying to make him feel as much pain all the while. I knew neither of these two plans would work out for the benefits for either of us… And I knew that well.

So I walked away…

Oooh, some tough love and disappointment! Awesome! Wait...i think? All well, i hope you guys like this one, next chappy will be up next week, i promise, well, next week with a few reviews along with it ; ) hehe, please review and flame! If you dont explain your flame then it'll just become trash!