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

Chapter Fourteen

"So, what do you want to talk about?" The woman with the blonde pigtails asks, her chin resting on her folded hands. 

Naruto sighs and sits down, his blue eyes looking to the ground; growing uneasy with every passing second. He has many questions, but the chances of answers are low. As a doctor you cannot talk freely about your patients and co-workers. And the blonde male is certain that at least one question, this important one, will be left unanswered, probably forever unanswered.

"It's about my current mental state," he mumbles, sort of embarrassed. Brown eyebrow raised, Tsunade looks at the man with a questioning and confused expression.

"What about it?" She asks him.

"I'd like to take a test, or something like that."

"Why?" 

Naruto gulps, he can't possibly tell her about his little conversation with Sasuke. That arrogant bastard may be an insane and undoubtedly dangerous man, but he was his best friend. Besides, the fact they've talked would harm both in the end; they should never talk about it.

"This whole building, it gives me the creeps," he whines. The woman with the unbelievable cleavage laughs at the man who you could easily describe as the little boy from years ago.

"Don't laugh!" He complains, the familiar red color coming in his face again by the rising body heat. 

"You sound, look-" she leans forward "and even smell like your normal self to me," she tells him. Naruto only shrugs and mentally moves forward to the next question.

"I see. Can you also answer my next question?"

"Depends on the topic," she replies.

"It's about [name]," he explains, a hopeful shimmer in his sky blue orbs. Tsunade lips change in a straight line, her hazel eyes narrowed and an expression so serious and severe like the Uzumaki male has never seen before.

"Declined. I cannot speak about her."

"Then what about Sasuke!?"

"Same goes for Mister Uchiha."

"But-" he starts, but immediately shuts his mouth as he notices the look the blonde shoots him.

"Sorry," he says and leaves the room.  This whole conversation was for nothing in the end and the mystery [name] keeps being a mystery. 

Though he knows more than the woman herself. . .

*********

She thought about it for a while now. Her hand reaching out, but retrieving every time she touches it. 

Should I keep it? But it's his. But it's a hint! No . . .

"Screw it!" She shouts and stuffs the paper in her pocket. She was the one who wrote it, so she can have it back, right? Sasuke wouldn't mind, maybe.

"[Name]?" She hears a familiar voice from outside the cell. Her body freezes; he heard her.

"O-oh, Kabuto. What are you doing here?" She asks looking from left yo right.

"Oh, me? Orochimaru ordered me to give 341-349 their medicine, ergo their drugs. The question is, what in the world are you doing?" He inquires. 

"Orochimaru-sama ordered me to bring some inmates to the campus, or call it like you want. He called it their ‘playground’."

Kabuto touches his chin. He is irritated, irritated by the fact that Orochimaru, their supervisor, was the one to tell her to free inmates, Uchiha Sasuke no less.

He is forbidden to go outside.

"Is that so? Well, should I help you? I don't have anything to do right now," he offers. The [color] haired woman flashes him a grateful smile.

"That would be fantastic, thank you, Kabuto-san," she thanks him. 

"You can go upstairs, I can handle the situation here." He reassures her and she hesitantly nods in agreement.

"If you say so. . . Hey, that means I have the day off now, right?" 

"Seems like it," he mumbles as he heaves up the sleeping man in the straightjacket.

"My first day of work is over~" she sings happily and kisses the males cheek; he blushes. "Thanks again, Kabuto! I owe you one."

*********

The woman leaves the mental hospital, she takes a deep breath as she steps outside. Somehow this air smells like freedom, but she couldn't comprehend why. 

She walks down, leaving the gates behind and gets, obviously, in the driver's seat of her car and starts the engine.

Her long fingers touch the screen of her GPS and type in ‘Uchiha Corporation’. With the way point set she follows the instructions of the navigation system with the soft female voice.

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The gray haired male stays still, silently praying. Sweat runs down the sides of his face, until suddenly, he is grabbed by his throat. Onyx eyes, though they seem to have changed into a crimson color, shot open and stare at the struggling psychologist with the round glasses.

"That kiss was supposed to be mine!" He hisses. "Don't you ever dare touch her again!"

"She touched me," he presses out.

"Then don't get touched by her. Or else . . . I'll kill you."

"I u-understand, Sasuke-sama."