On the Precipice of Insanity [Yandere! Sasuke Uchiha x Reader]

Chapter Twenty-Three

The driver has jammed on the brakes instantaneously as he saw the body of the [hair color] woman crashing against the car nose. His eyes were wide open, his heart beating fast, and then stops beating altogether. In all his year of having a driving license he's never been in an accident, especially not in one of this magnitude. The man, around his late forties, gets out of his car, rushing to the body of the woman. Thank God!, he innerly sighs in relief as he notices her chest still moving up and down. She is alive.

"Someone call 119!" the man exclaims to the people, who have gathered around the place of action. A woman quickly dialed the number and states the accident. [name] is still being unconscious, not giving away a single alert, not one tone -- she is completely silent, with an exception for her steady breaths.

"Naruto-kun!" I exclaim as I run toward the blonde boy, who is leaning against his locker, casually talking to Inuzuka-baka. He glances at me, grinning and waving.

"You seem quite happy," he states, examining my broad smile on my lips. I blush, indirectly agreeing with him.

"Haha, yeah."

"Why do I have a feeling where that sudden euphoria comes from?" Inu-baka comments, and I send him a glare. Naruto pulls me to him, his arms wrapped around my waist.

"Seriously, you two are always bickering," the blonde says, making me roll my eyes.

"He's starting!"

"No way, it's her!" Naruto shakes his head, a chuckle escaping him. He glances in another direction, his blue orbs widening, and he releases me. I gaze at him confused, but he just grins at me. Odd.

"I gotta go!" he announces, swinging his backpack over his shoulder -- he leaves me alone.

What the- !?

I sigh, looking to ground. And that is the point of time a catch a glimpse of pink in the corner of my eye. My head snaps in the direction, the view leaving me stunned, paralyzed on spot, and agitated. A girl, probably my age, long pink hair, and a slim body. She was beautiful, that I give her.

Who is she?

"Huh?" Kiba voices. I didn't realize that I said that question out loud.

"Her? That's Haruno Sakura. Why so curious?" he says, looking at me with an eyebrow wiggle. "Is little Miss [surname] jealous?" he inquires, coming irritatingly close. I click my tongue, elbowing him away.

"As if."

"Well, okay then." He shrugs. "You do look quite interested in her though." I shoot him a look.

"Don't you have a dog to take care of?" I ask him, a smirk on my lips as I see his devastated expression.

"F*CK, where did Akamaru go?" he exclaims, looking furiously from left to right, eventually running away to look for his dog.

"Oi, Inu-baka! Your bag!" I shout after him, but he doesn't seem to hear me. "Idiot," I mutter.

My eyes re-adjust to the figure of the so-called Haruno Sakura. Is she new here? How couldn't I have noticed her, especially when she is hanging out with him?

"She's quite the lucky one, isn't she?" A female voice comments -- I flinch at the tone, so wicked, and filled with envy. I turn around, directly facing a girl with red hair, and thick-framed glasses.

"Who are you?" I question her. She raises an eyebrow.

"Me?" The red-head points at herself -- I nod. "I am Karin, and you are [name], I presume?"

"Yeah, how do you know me?"

"Oh, you seemed like an interesting one. We have the same classes." I never noticed her before. . .

"I am not much interesting, haha."

"But, you should watch her," Karin says, making me raise an eyebrow at her statement. What is she talking about.

"Haruno, don't you think she is utterly close to Sasuke-kun?" My heart skips a beat at the mention of that name. That is what I noticed too.

"Yeah, how comes I just now realized her?" I ask.

"She is in all A-classes. I am quite jealous. Clever, pretty and rich. That little piece of pink has it all. And if we don't do anything against her, she might take our Sasuke-kun." My eyes widen at her comment.

"You like Uchiha-san?"

"Who doesn't?" True that.

"Maybe Inuzuka-san has her phone number. . ." she murmurs. I bite my lip. Should I really take his phone? Well, it's not like he never did that with me and my privacy before. Hesitantly I reach out for Kiba's bag, looking for his cell.There it is! Quickly I searched for Haruno-san's number and typed it in my phone, and put his phone back, fortunately in time.

"I found him!" Kiba's voice brings me out of my doubting thoughts. I blink, seeing Akamaru. How could he even lose a dog of that big size?

"Where was he?"

"You don't want to know," he says, turning away with a slight blush. "By the way. . . who were you talking to?"

"Hmm?"

"I saw you talking, but didn't quite catch a look of the person." Oh.

"A classmate, Karin is her name," I explain, yet he seems confused. Perhaps he, too, never noticed her before. This is school is too big.

"[name]!" I look at Kiba. "Yeah?"

"[name]!"

"What?"

"[NAME]!"

The woman opens her [eye color] eyes, blinking. Everything is a little blurry,but surely she is able to make out someone's face, green eyes, fair skin, and pink hair. [Name] groans, the feeling of pain setting in.

"Yes?" she questions.

"You are awake, thank goodness!" the voice says, sounding rather relieved. What even happened?

"When I heard you got into a car accident, I got really worried and let everything here at work drop." Ah, so that is what happened.

"I was followed,"she mumbles, shivering as she remembers the face of the raven haired man. Uchiha Sasuke. The pink haired woman, Haruno Sakura, looks at her with worry.

"By whom?"

"I don't really know, I couldn't see them," [name] lies, deciding against telling her about that inmate.

"Maybe you should inform the police. That person might lurk for you to be alone," Sakura suggests. "I won't release you without someone picking you up. Let me call Naruto-"

"Ah no, it's alright. I text a friend of mine to drive me home. No need to bother Naruto at work." the woman says, grabbing her phone that she has spotted before, on her bedside table.

To: Karin

From: [name]

Hey, I am in the Konoha Hospital. Can you pick me up?

"Oh, who?"

"Karin," [name] says, placing the phone in her lap. Sakura merely shrugs.

"Never heard of her," she murmurs. "Ah, she's an old friend of mine."