Author's notes:

Hello everyone! So, it has been ages since I've last updated and even though I rarely check nowadays, I still get e-mails regarding new subscribers and reviews. Reading your reviews and seeing as to how much you guys really want me to finish this story has sparked a renewed interest in this story. Before you get all crazy though, I must say that I'm not going to make promises that I will update every day; I am still a college student entering her final year, so things will get pretty busy! But because I love this story and I love you guys so much for your support, I will update as much as I can. It won't be frequent but I'll try my best!

I've decided to continue on from the last chapter. So, yes, this is still a Hinata-Anko centered chapter and not much fluffy SasuHina moments, but trust me, there is a purpose for this chapter! This chapter basically delves into the history behind Anko and Itachi's relationship and it'll lead up to something good, I swear! Also, this chapter is going to be somewhat of a long one!

Finally, please also bear in mind that my writing style has changed quite a lot since I last updated. If it sounds different, I assure you it's still me. Also, I haven't been writing stories in general, so my writing is a tad bit rusty so please bear with me on that as well. As usual reviews are much appreciated! Now, let's get on with the story!

Summary: (AU story)

She's an undercover photographer who'll do just about anything to take pictures of the world's most sought out celebrities.

He's the most sought out male celebrity on the planet who's just about had it with photographers and media.

Find out what happens when he becomes her assignment.

Disclaimer: Naruto and its characters do not belong to me, this plot and idea is mine however so please do not take my idea because heads will fly.

Chapter XIX: The Return of the Prince

(This scene continues on from the previous chapter. This chapter is slightly darker, therefore it's Rated: T+ for strong language)

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"So where'd you run off to today?"

Hinata, who had been recalling her earlier encounter with Anko, looked up at her sandy haired friend with a look of surprise.

"We were supposed to go have lunch remember? Kiba and I waited for you." Temari eyed Hinata intently, waiting for her reply.

"I-I'm sorry about that Temari. Tsunade had me go on an assignment." Hinata lied miserably.

"Tsunade sent you on an assignment?" Temari questioned, a pristine brow raised.

"Yes, it was just a brief one." Hinata replied effortlessly, hoping to the heavens that her friend would believe her. Unfortunately, Temari knew better and instantly caught the lie.

"Funny you should say that," Temari began with a sigh as she turned to her dark haired friend. "Tsunade went berserk asking for you. She threw a fit as soon as she found out you left the building with Mitarashi Anko of all people."

Hinata looked away. It had not been her intention to lie to Temari, but being that Anko had practically shared to her the story of her past; the least she could do was guard it from others.

From the corner of her eye, Hinata could see Temari's sharp gaze on her, waiting for an answer, an explanation, just about anything that would break the deafening silence.

"Let's try this again. What did Anko want from you Hinata?" Temari demanded coolly.

"I'm sorry," Hinata whispered. Turning to the older blond, lavender eyes locked with hazel as Hinata faced her friend with a sincere smile. "I'm sorry I missed our lunch date. Anko stopped by unexpectedly and she took me to lunch and I guess we got caught up talking about her upcoming fashion show."

Temari let out a sigh, clearly unconvinced. "Hinata-" Temari began to speak but found herself instantly cut off by the dark haired photographer.

"I'm really sorry Temari. I must have worried you both and I know I should have texted but Anko and I just got really caught up."

"Hinata would you let-"

I'll make it up to you both I swear! Tell Kiba he can even choose where we eat!"

"Hinata, it's not about the god damn lunch!" Temari who rarely raised her voice at Hinata had now lost all her patience. She noted the startled look plastered on Hinata's face, yet at the moment she didn't care.

"It's not about the damn lunch. It's not about you not texting." Temari began, this time taking a gentler tone. "This is about what Anko told you. Ever since you got back it's like you've seen a ghost or something. Did she say anything to you again?"

Hinata looked away as she recalled her meeting with the dark haired designer just hours ago.

"But ever since that night, every time it rained, I thought of him." The designer let out an amused chuckle as she turned to face Hinata, "Just like today, I'm thinking of him."

A serene smile was plastered on the dark haired designer's face, a look that Hinata wasn't quite accustomed to seeing. Seeing Anko so calm and serene was a welcoming change to the usual sardonic smirk that was typically plastered on her lips.

"She must have really loved him." Hinata gasped, mentally slapping herself and her traitorous tongue for voicing her thoughts out loud. "I'm sorry!" She quickly apologized, not daring to look at Anko in the eyes.

"Love, now that's a strong word my dear," Anko began, the smile that was once on her lips, slowly ebbing away. Hinata cursed at herself as she saw the sadness return in Anko's eyes. "Such a strong and dangerous word it is." Anko continued to mutter softly to herself.

Hinata turned to Anko nervously as she softly uttered her apology. "Anko, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"Heh, don't worry about it kid, I know your paparazzi senses were just itching and dying to ask." Anko playfully ruffled Hinata's hair, much to the younger woman's surprise. "If you must know, yes, yes I did love Itachi. I loved him so damn much."

Hinata smiled softly, noting the spark in Anko's eyes. "But you see kid, the love that Itachi and I shared wasn't as blissful as the love you currently share with Sasuke."

Anko's eyes had all of a sudden turned steely, the spark in her eyes replaced by a look of absolute seriousness. "No, our love was poison. It was toxic, it was chaotic, it was fiery, and it was a passion that could not be tamed."


"Heh, we were two screwed up individuals that found solace in each other. We were a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. But our love was beautiful. I guess you could say that it was a beautiful disaster."

Turning to the younger woman, the dark haired designer offered her, her trademark grin. "Loving an Uchiha is a lot of work kid." Anko said. "Loving an Uchiha is dangerous. But I guess that's what makes it so exciting…to love an Uchiha is a gamble, a gamble we were foolish enough to take."

Hinata remained silent; listening carefully to every word Anko was telling her.

"Hey, don't give me that look." Lavender eyes widened as Hinata took note of Anko's close proximity. "I hope my little speech didn't freak you out." Anko said with a wide grin.

Hinata could only shake her head as Anko's words replayed in her head. "Heh, just because Itachi and I crashed and burned, doesn't mean it'll happen to you and Sasuke."

Hinata locked eyes with the designer. With a sigh Anko turned away from Hinata, focusing on the wet and rainy New York streets instead. "

You and Sasuke aren't as fucked up as we were." Anko began. "When I see you two, I see promise and hope that at least one Uchiha can get his happily ever after." The designer smiled. Although not forced, Hinata could clearly see the trace of pain and hurt behind her smile.

Hinata couldn't help but feel saddened at the dark haired designer's words.


"Yo, earth to Hinata? Hello? Are you in there? Yo Hinata!"

The lavender eyed photographer blinked as she turned to her blonde haired friend, eyeing her intently.

"Thanks for coming back down to earth." Temari said sarcastically.

"Oh. I'm s-sorry," Hinata muttered softly. "I was daydreaming again wasn't i?"

Temari simply nodded. With a sigh, the blond haired beauty turned to her friend one last time, before getting ready to depart, "You're a fortress Hyuuga Hinata. I guess whatever you and Anko talked about is some pretty heavy stuff."

Hinata turned to her friend and offered a soft smile. "Temari…please understand-"

Raising her hands, Temari nodded. "No need to explain. I get it, I get it. Whatever that crazy chick said is strictly between you two."

Hinata smiled warmly as she engulfed her friend in a hug. "Thanks Temari." She whispered.

Temari forced a grin as she replied a simple, "Hn, no problem."

Deep down inside however, Temari was not convinced. She knew very well that there was something big that was troubling Hinata and although she was not allowed to pry, she'd find out about it sooner or later, for little did the blond haired beauty know that more trouble would soon arise.

With a sigh escaping her lips, Anko idly traced the intricate, regal penmanship etched on the letter supposedly written and sent by Uchiha Mikoto.

"What do you want from me?" The dark haired designer muttered, her eyes transfixed on the letter. "Why now? Why are you back all of a sudden?"

From the corner of his eyes, Izumo eyed his friend worriedly. Ever since her return from her quick errand, Izumo had took note of the change in Anko's demeanor.

"She's definitely saddened by this." The flamboyant hairstylist thought to himself, a sigh escaping his lips. "Oh Anko, I wish you weren't so stubborn and would just open up. You don't have to go through this alone you know."

Anko had been staring at the card for quite some time. Her eyes glued to the regal cursive handwriting. "You send me a letter, but what does that mean?"

Having had enough, Izumo walked towards his friend. "Hun, I swear, staring at that card for too long will strain your eyes."

"Hn," Anko grunted as she continued her scrutiny.

"Enough already!" Izumo demanded exasperatedly, causing Anko to finally break away from her private musings. "Ever since that harlot delivered you this piece of paper, you've become obsessed!"

Anko raised a brow at her hairstylist friend.

"Look Anko, I love you and care for you and clearly staring at a letter that your ex wrote is causing some major wreckage." Plucking the card off the table Izumo began waving it at his friend. "I think it's best if we just toss this-"

"Izumo wait!" Snatching the letter from her friend's hand, Anko turned the card over only to notice something scribbled in the back.

"Obsessed much?" Izumo demanded with a huff.

Anko's dark eyes widened as she took note of the little inscription in the back.

"I have to go." Was all Anko muttered as she quickly gathered her belongings and headed for the door.

"W-what? Where are you going?" Izumo demanded, attempting to catch up with the dark haired designer. "Where the heck are you off to this time?"

The only answer Izumo received was the sound of the glass doors shutting.

"Damn that girl." Izumo sighed exasperatedly.

Her heart was racing frantically against her chest. Cold sweat had accumulated on her forehead as she frantically hailed for a taxi cab.

"Grand Central Station," The dark haired designer told the driver, clutching the now crumpled invitation in her hands. "Please step on it."


"You want me to what?"

"You heard me, help him find the right girl."

"And why should I play matchmaker? And besides he's such a brat!"

"Because that's one of your specialties," He grinned.

"ha ha,Very funny,"

"I wasn't trying to be funny."

"You're…you're serious then?" Anko asked with a strained smile.

"Yes, that's why I need your help. I'm certain the time will come when he'll find a girl he'll stay with long and trust me this girl won't be like the other harlots he's been with."

"Since when do you care?" Anko said teasingly.

"Consider it as a favor, or maybe a promise, for me."

"Che, you're one to talk about promises, if I recall you're the king of breaking promises."

"Then would you do the honors of becoming the queen who'll actually keep a promise between a friend."

Anko looked away, trying her best to mask the hurt in her eyes. "You say that word so easily, as if…as if everything between us never mattered."

Onyx eyes stared at her longingly, painfully. "Why should the brat get his happily ever after when…when we-"

Long, nimble fingers reached up to her caress her cheek. Anko turned her head. Absolutely ashamed of how pathetic, how weak and how much of a girl she was being.

"I never pegged you as the happily ever after type." A masculine chuckle resonated around her, making her chest further constrict with pain.

Anko sighed, shaking her head. "It doesn't matter anyway," she muttered softly. "It's all over now."

"Is it?"

A surprised gasp escaped her lips as she felt a pair of warm lips on hers. Her eyes closed instinctively, wrapping her arms around the man that had brought her so much joy yet at the same time caused her so much pain.

His lips hovered over hers, "Our time will come." He whispered softly, touching his forehead against hers. "I promise."

(XXX End of Flashback XXX)

Our time will come.

The inscription behind the invitation had simply stated "Our time will come."

"He was always such a cryptic bastard." Anko thought to herself as she watched the terminal come in to view.

Anko had practically leapt out of the cab as soon as it stopped in front of the ever busy Grand Central Terminal. After carelessly tossing a couple of bills to the driver, the dark haired designer made her way inside the crowded station.

As expected, the station was packed with commuters, swiftly making their way in and out of the station. Like true New York rush hour fashion, Anko found herself caught between masses of bodies in a hurry to get to their destinations.

"Itachi," Anko continued to look around the terminal, searching for that familiar face. "I know you're here you bastard."

Averting her gaze towards the clock by the information desk, Anko held her breath as her eyes caught sight of what she had been looking for. What she had been secretly longing for. Dressed in a dark suit, leaning against the clock, hands stuffed in his pockets, there stood Uchiha Itachi, his onyx eyes fixed on her.

Anko robotically made her way towards her former beau. Standing before him, the dark haired designer couldn't believe her eyes. It had been four years ago, in this very same station that she bid farewell to the love of her life only to have her meet him again at the very same spot.

"How screwed up are we?" Anko scoffed at the thought of how life had a pretty twisted sense of humor.

Despite the noise that engulfed them, the silence between the two former flames was definitely deafening.

"Here you are," Anko whispered, afraid that her voice would falter.

Itachi smirked as he straightened himself, "Hn, and here I am." He replied, as smugly as usual.

Anko rolled her eyes, a grin spread across her face. "Heh, looks like the Prince has returned."

End of Chapter XIX

AN: Hello everyone! I hope you liked my recent update! First of all, it took me months and months to force myself to finish this chapter. A LOT of editing, deleting and frustration happened while making this chapter and I hope it turned out alright. Don't pelt me with eggs or whatever you can grab your hands on if this chapter wasn't to your liking! I finished typing this chapter at 3am people! My eyes are red! lol!

As I mentioned on my above Author's notes, I will not guarantee a 100% comeback but I will try and finish this story for you guys! Reading your reviews even after I've stopped posting new chapters made me realize how fortunate I am to have gained such awesome readers and followers! :) Thank you all once again and if I could, I'd hand out cookies to you all! Now, let's all cross our fingers that BlackSakura can make chapter 20 with ease! My motivation goal is to get 1000 reviews muhahaha...ok now I'm being greedy haha...but anyway, to all the loyal fans both old and new this is my gift to you!