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

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Six

She holds her head, a throbbing pain appearing on her forehead. Migraine, again? Pressing harder against her front, she seeks for a glass of water. [Name] gets on her tiptoes, grabbing a glass from the cupboard she has opened before. She fills it with mineral water and brings the glass to her mouth, taking a long and slow sip of it. No help. I need Aspirin. Her gaze wanders over to her bag hanging on the chair. She always takes Aspirin with her. Still holding onto the pain, she fishes out the little package of Aspirin, popping a single carbon tablet in her palm, and puts it in the refilled glass of water. Intently, she watches the tablet shrinking, and the water becoming opaque.
After the Aspirin has dissolved, [name] takes the glass again, and drinks all of the medication dosed water. Way better. She massages her temples; her fingers are so cold.
"Where's my phone?" she questions out loud, fully knowing that no one is present. Well, she doesn't really know if that's the case, it's just mere prediction, he could be still here, she thought. Sighing, she dismisses the thought of Sasuke Uchiha; whatever that was, it was odd, unlikely and most definitely nothing to bother with by oneself. She walks into the living room, spotting her mobile on the sofa; she takes it, turns it on and immediately dials Naruto's phone number, and presses the mobile device against her ear. There is a shifting noise, and her starts to palpitate strongly, fastly and unevenly the moment his raspy voice is captured by her ears.
"[Name]?" his tone comes out questioning, "what are you doing up so late?" She bites on her lower lip, his voice making her feel warm inside; she notices his concern, and it brightens her, despite of the fiasco of a little while ago.
"Naruto, I—" she halts, feeling uncomfortable in approaching this subject. Her breaths become more rapid, slightly irritating Naruto, but she collects herself, deciding against her tell-tale option. "I just wanted to hear your voice," is what she finally breathes out. It isn't a lie, she just picked the second truth, and goes along with the flow. "I feel like I haven't told you this in a long while, but—"
"[Name], is everything alright?"
"I love you, Naruto," she whispers; the other side inhales sharply, seemingly shocked to hear these words leave her mouth in such honest manner.
"I love you, too," he answers calmly, "I'll be home soon, now get some rest; it's late."
"But—"
"Please?" She sighs, running a hand through her hair, "Alright, but I'll wake up once you are home." Naruto chuckles delighted, "Of course, you will." And with that the call ends; she doesn't lose a second to obey Naruto and immediately lies down on the sofa, trying her hardest to find some sleep.

It's three hours later that her dreams are disturbed—not that they are of much significance—by the sound of keys ringing, and the door creaking open; her eyes flutter open, and a smile crawls up her face: Naruto is home. He throws his bag to the ground, and groans, the exhaustion from work making his muscles ache, and his tiredness slowly setting in—he really just wants to go to sleep now. But, of course, she stands up, her woolen blanket pushed away; his eyes wander over her, noticing her bed hair.
"I guess you did sleep," he states, smiling, whilst scratching the back of his head sheepishly. In his mind, the sound of her telling him that she loves him begins to repeat over and over, and with every time his desire to sleep is forced into a corner.
"Yeah," she mumbles, "I'm glad you're home now...there's something—" [name] only comes as far as that, as her eyes are following Naruto's line of sight, and she gasps, seeing his eyes narrow: he noticed the gun on the table.
"What happened here?" His tone is stern, unlike his cheery and playful self, even though that attitude is not as striking anymore ever since he hit his twenties. Her lips part slightly and her tongue brushes hastily over her now dry lips; she is nervous.
"I—" Naruto walks over to the gun, and—shocked by his discovery—turns to her yet again, confused, irritated; angered by the fact that she probably wanted to tell him exactly that with her call.
"There are two bullets missing," he states, making her gulp; his eyes are ablaze, fearing the worst. "[Name]—"
"Sasuke was here!" she cries out desperately, holding onto her head, feeling nauseous again. The blond's eyes widen, searching for clues; he spots a hole in the wall, and clenches his fists. Not this again. He approaches her devastated form, taking her in his arms; his hands rub her back soothingly.
"It's going to be alright, [name]," he reassures, "just go to sleep, I will take care of anything." His voice is protective, just like his embrace. As he parts from her he looks into her [eye color] eyes, feeling over her forehead; his lips form a straight line.
"You have a fever."
"Huh?" She has not noticed that before.
"I'll get you a glass of water and some medicine," he states, walking over to the tap. "Go to your room, I'll be there in few."
"Alright, thank you."

"Here you go," Naruto says, handing her a glass of water, along with two pills. "Take them, and drink up." She nods, taking both pills on her palm and bringing them to her mouth, swallowing them together with big sips of water. Oddly enough she doesn't feel much hot to begin with. Must be her tired state.

***

On the following morning, she feels much better, and goes after her daily routine: shower, breakfast, news. Naruto is sitting at the kitchen table, drinking up his coffee; his phone lies next to him, vibrating every now and then. He sighs, looking at the screen; this is all getting too much for him. Sasuke seems to follow him and her everywhere, and he has no idea how to stop it, adding up a vast amount of frustration on his shoulders.
"Alright, I am going out now!" [Name] announces, making him hum. At least for now Sasuke won't bother them much, he already did his job on that one.

As [name] arrives at the mental hospital, she is greeted by Orochimaru carrying a pile of files.
"Good morning, Orochimaru-san," she points out her presence.
"Good morning, [name], you're early here."
"Motivated," she comments, chuckling. She feels a lot better, her sight is clearer, and her mind seems to be sorted.
"That's a rare sight. Would you like to accompany me? I'm doing some therapy talks in block C." She doesn't respond for a moment, knowing fully well who is also in that block.
"Sure, though...I'm going to skip on Sasuke Uchiha." Orochimaru raises an eyebrow.
"Sasuke? Who?"
"What 'who'? He's an inmate here." Orochimaru looks at her confused, but suddenly something strikes him and he opens his mouth. "Ah right, don't worry. He's not on my list."
[Name] watches him intently, how does one not remember Sasuke? As often as he manages to escape his cell, and appears in it again just before someone notices his absence? Something is just odd about this whole fiasco.

Author's Note: I am so sorry for not updating this in how long??? 9 months? I lost my motivation and ideas, and just by now kicked my ass to finish this story.
This story will end at Chapter Thirty, or more likely the epilogue! So yeah, I try my best to finish this story by the next few weeks