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

Chapter One

 There the woman stays, right in front of the intimidating and scary clinic for mentally disturbed men and women. Her silky [color] swaying with the soft breeze. 

The autumn is soon about to start. The leaves are already falling from its trees and branches. 

The young lady clutches her cloak nearer to her fragile body and begins to take all the steps of the high stairs leading to the KSH. 

The 23-years-old woman is build of average height, her black heels making her a little taller. She has soft appearing [color] eyes with long lashes and thick black framed glasses. 

All in all she looks like quite the person with high intelligence. 

With a last look to the gray sky she raises her hand and her long and thin fingers press against the bell of her new working place. 

A loud 'Ding-Dong' is heard and a few meters away from the lady a camera is spinning until its ocular spotted the jittery young female. A little static resonates from the speaker under the door bell and a husky voice asks: "How can I help you, ma'am?"

The asked woman shrieks at the man's voice and takes a step back.

"U-um, I am [surname] [first name], the new neurologist." She answers truthfully and stares at the observation camera to her left with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, I see," the man says through the box and a buzz is headed. The doors are being opened, and in steps the [color] haired woman. 

The entry hall is huge. The floor consists of plain white tiles. The light is very bright and reflected by the white ground. She has to cover her eyes, but walks further into the building. A few steps ahead of her is a mahogany reception with a nurse in her probably mid thirties behind. She wears, just like the main color of this institute, a white uniform. Her hair is a soft blonde tone and her eyes are a dark brown. 

Pinned on her shirt is a name tag. 'Sato Ayame'.

The woman eyes [name] with a quizzical look as she approaches her.

"Name?" The receptionist asks rudely, her eyes back at the screen of the PC.

'What a friendly greeting,' [name] thinks.

"[Surname]. I want to talk to, um," she starts and at the middle of her sentence she takes out a paper, her working contract, and looks for a certain name. "Mister Hashirama Senju," the [color] haired young neurologist finishes, her eyes are again at the figure of the woman opposite of her.

"His office is the first left," the blonde female answers, her tone sounding uninterested. But even though she was being a rude first impression of a co-worker, [name] still mutters a 'thank you'.

The description given by the lady is to [name]'s surprise correct and after two minutes her knuckles collide with the solid wood the door is made of. The sound of someone knocking fills the awkward silence.

"Enter!" The voice of an old man tells the [color] haired female and she pulls open the door. The young adult is greeted by the image of a man in his sixties. He has long brownish hair and same colored big, but kind seeming, eyes. The man is seated at the back of his office. A big and boss like chair is what he is sitting onto, in front of him a large desk with a bunch of papers on it's tabletop. Behind the man, on the wall, is a huge scroll with the Senju clan symbol.

Patiently the woman stands in the office, the door already closed. Her eyes land on the several pictures in the room. There was one photograph her eyes view longer. In the photo there is a younger looking version of her boss and a little girl with blonde hair and hazel eyes. They both are smiling brightly into the camera. 

"Have a seat, Miss [surname]," the man says and the woman quickly let's off the picture and nods making her way to the desk and sits down at the surprisingly comfortable chair. She is nervously playing with her fingers, her eyes looking down at her hands, not daring to meet the brown gaze of Mr. Senju.

"So, you actually came," the man states with a questioning look. [Name]'s eyes still linger at her wrist, but she nods her head.

"Are you sure you are ready for this?" Hashirama asks. The young Miss bites her lower lip and nods once again, her mouth opening for a short moment, but closed right after she makes up her mind.

"Don't you want to talk?"

"N-no, I-I mean yes. I think, um, I can do this. I didn't go through all these years of constant studying just to back away at last moment. I have finally the opportunity to see her after all these years! I want to help her, I must help her!" She says, her tone with every word getting more determined and strong. By now her and the man's eyes gaze meet. Hashirama's lips form into a sly smile and he holds out his hand, which the woman at the other side of the table happily takes and shakes.

"Then I gladly welcome you to Konoha State!" 

"Thank you."