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

Chapter Ten

"Hm, that would explain a lot, Miss [surname]." The male with the long chocolate hair mumbles chewing on his pen. The neurologist just told her employer what she found out. It all makes sense to her, yet that doesn't give approve of a release for her mother. Not that she ever came with the intention to bring her 'home', she achieved what she wanted so badly, but it's not what she hoped for. 

How pathetic. Looking at herself she realizes that no matter what would be the cause and the circumstances of Yasuo's death, never could a daughter truly hate her mother, nor does a son his father. It's nearly impossible, you can be mad at them, never talk with her again, but hate is something so strong, to hate somebody being physically hurt isn't enough. When there is a person you despise, and who damaged you in all ways you can imagine, when he or she enjoys seeing you suffer and your only thought you have when you raise your head to meet their smirking deadly face is 'Why don't you just die!?', only then you can say that you hate them.

But, how does the human mind and heart react to that? What will happen when you just find out the person you thought only in bad ways - who you thought to hate - is actually a victim of herself? Will you be happy to see that everything was just a nightmare playing in your head that finally comes to an end, a happy end. Or does this disappointment grow into a depression that will eventually lead you to a sign of hatred towards this person because you just look at he or she the way your heart see and not your eyes?

Certainly, that woman doesn't know the answer. It's relieving to hear that Yasuo wasn't murdered by Leiko. But in all honesty, would it change anything? She would be furious, confused, but in the depths of her heart, she would be sad, just the way she was when she lost her father. 

As she is sitting on the chair, impatiently shifting around, the owner of this institution studies her facial expressions. The nervousness and uneasiness, you don't need to be a psych to read her like an open book. 

"What do you wish for a treatment?" He asks her, his brown eyes narrowed. The [color] haired lady is taken aback by the reply. 

Why is my life changing so much all of a sudden?

She bites her lower lip and glances at the figure opposite of her. With a heavy weight falling of her shoulders she answers the only thing she thought was right; what her heart told her.

"I forgive her, I want to help her. And I start with that by testing her new." She answers clutching her skirt. She doesn't make eye contact, it's like she bows.

The male sits there, staring at the young adult, thinking over and over about his answer and decision. He is very well aware that he has no time.

"I am sorry," he apologies. His employee just raises an eyebrow.

"For what?" She asks not knowing what else to say. The man sighs.

"You're off the case. Another doctor will be in charge of Misses Yamamoto, my apologies," he explains with a sad tone.

For the girl it all sounds like a joke, the words hitting against an iron wall. Too solid to break through. 

He can't be serious!

She keeps telling her that. Everything will be alright, but in reality, she knows that she got just dumped. 

"I, I..." She stammers, the simple question not leaving her mouth, but Hashirama knows what bothers her right now. 

"You are a relative of Leiko, her daughter. As your boss, I am not allowed to give you this job, but I'll reassure you, as a friend, that I will do everything that's possible for a human to help that woman."

"Who?" She whispers. "Who is the one replacing me?" 

She is my​ mother

"A very experienced worker of mine. He has a master in both, psychology and neurology." 

"I want a name!"

"Yakushi Kabuto."

[Name] nods standing up, a tear escaping her eye. She forces a smile and holds out her hand.

"Thank you, I know she'll be in good hands." She tells the man who only nods, then she leaves the office again.

Kabuto is an old acquaintance. I met him in university. He was a genius, always with top grades. Analyzing was his specialty. Those glasses, I got the feeling they were watching everything. Never could I forgot this face, but somehow I have the feeling that I know him longer than I think. . .