AN: This is a sasusaku fic inspired by Joker and Harley Quinn(from Suicide Squad). I don't own neither Naruto or Suicide Squad, only the plot is mine.
Summary: Twenty-eight years old, psychiatrist Sakura Haruno is hired to the Senju Asylum, where the mentally unstable criminals of Konoha are keepen. Surprisingly, she gets assigned to the worst criminal the asylum has ever seen, Sasuke Uchiha himself. She gets mesmerized by him, not only by his looks, but also by his attitude, his past and the darkness that surrounds him. He's like something forbidden to her, the only one able to see through her façade and discover to her the real her that even she doesn't know that exists. He's crazy, a complete psychopath who enjoys hurting people, while she's completely insane for being attracted to him. Weddings, friends and her life get forgotten, as she passes more abd more time with the Prince of Crime, and a simply physical attraction becomes...something more?
Warning: English is not my first language and neither do I have experience in the skill of writing. Also take note that the Sasuke portraited on this fic is based on the Sasuke after he discovers the truth about Itachi.
This fic is M-rated due to language and possibly future mature scenes. You've been warned.
Lucky Misfortune
Insanity must be contagious, because I'd have to be insane to be where I am.
Those were my exact thoughts as I stood out of the most notorious psychiatric clinic in the whole country.
My mom had begged me not to come. She cried, begged me to choose any place I wanted, anywhere but here where the worst mental cases were. My father didn't even cared to say anything. In fact I wondered if he even had read my message. Ino….was being like her usual self, suggesting that I would probably be signed to an ugly and old psychopath or an incredibly hot one, with whom I would fall in love. She was ridiculous, but that's what made her my best friend.
The infamous Senju asylum was standing before me, a huge black gate with the name of the place enough to keep anyone sane away. Built almost a hundred years ago it reminded me of a building from those I had seen while going through my father's books, when I was little and he still lived with us. It was heavily guarded, guards standing almost next to each other, except of two, who were guarding an old iron door, that had to be the entrance.
I gulped and made my way towards it, but they stopped me, asking me for identification and visit purpose.
" I am Dr. Sakura Haruno and I am here for an interview with Mr. Ibiki Morino." I tried to keep my voice as calm as I could, trying to act like a professional and not a little girl that was somewhat scared of the place she was.
One of them told me to stand in front of the black wall next to the door where an identification machine was located. He told me I had to go through a fingerprint control, similar to the one I did when I applied for the job. After doing so, I stepped behind and let him check, slightly tapping my foot as I waited for the reply to come and get inside.
The reply came shortly after.
Dr. Haruno Sakura
Interview with Ibiki Morino
Today, 10:30 am
The door opened immediately after, a screeching noise accompanying it. The guards showed me the entrance to the main building, as there were three ones, before turning to their positions and closing the door after my back.
I tucked a strand of pink hair behind my ear and started walking towards the main building. It stood tall and dark like a shadow under the grey sky, a scenery ideal for a horror movie. In front of the second door stood a guard and I had to undergo again the same procedure, before finally being let in, after receiving a 'Good luck with your interview, Dr. Haruno.'
From inside, the asylum looked as depressing as from outside. It was dark grey and cold, looking like a deserted, haunted building, with not enough light as some of the lights turning on and off, while some others were permanently turned off. To my left was a counter and a black haired lady behind it, playing with Solitaire on her computer.
"Good morning," I said catching her attention as she turned to me giving me a small smile. "Good morning," she replied, blushing slightly at the fact that I've caught her playing computer games instead of working. "How can I help you?" She must be around her forties, I thought, before noticing the nametag on her chest, with the name Kato Shizune written on it, with a plain graphical character.
"I am Dr. Sakura Haruno. I am here for an interview with Mr. Ibiki Morino," I said and she immediately started typing something on her computer, probably checking in my arrival. Then, she showed me a black door, and told me to go straight and the turn right at the fifth door. The second door on my left was the room I had to go. I thanked her and started walking.
There was no change as I walked. The corridors were still dark and bare of anything, making the sound of my heels echo throughout the maze of doors and walls. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Turn right. One. Two. Three. I was counting the doors, afraid of getting lost. One. Two. Three. There it was. My door. I took a deep breath before knocking the iron door.
From inside came a harsh voice, telling me to come in.
As I opened the door, the light inside almost blinded me, my eyes having been adjusted to the darkness. After a few seconds, everything became clear to me. It was a small office, with a desk and a huge cupboard behind it, and posters hanging around the walls, showing different faces of humans and not.
Behind the desk was standing a tall, harsh man around his fifties, with broad shoulders and a dark blue bandana on his head. There were two deep scratches on his face, making look even more intimidating than he already was, with his cold black eyes penetrating through me.
"You must be Dr. Sakura Haruno," he said and I nodded. "Sit down there," he barked, showing me a black leather chair opposite of him. I did so and waited for his next words.
"Welcome to the Senju Asylum. I am Ibiki Morino, director of this crazy hole and I will brief you only the instructions you'll need before you start your sessions tomorrow with whatever psychopath luck grands you."
I shifted a bit. I knew where I was, but hearing it like this from a man like Ibiki was starting to scare me. But he didn't seem to notice, or he did and didn't care to say anything. He just told me the rules and regulations that I was required to follow.
Confidential.
Everything that had to do with my patient was confidential and under no circumstances could I say anything about said person.
Ruthless, merciless.
Those weren't common patients according to Ibiki. They were dangerous criminals and every misbehavior had to be punished in a horrible, inhuman way. I was completely opposed to this way of handling them, but choose to keep my mouth shut.
Manipulative.
If I wanted to get results, I had to lie to them, manipulate them to get them tell me everything I wanted to know, not caring for the impact it may have on them.
The whole lecture lasted almost an hour and I was glad when it was finally over. Ibiki had spoken with a deep raspy voice, but and enjoyment when he was telling me about the ways we could use to punish them. He made me wonder, if he really wanted to help them, or just break them, take revenge from them. I guessed it was the later, but did not dare to speak, knowing that it could probably cost me the job which I badly needed right now.
"Dr. Haruno," I heard him addressing me and turned my focus to him once again,"now you'll have to choose your patient and we will have an introduction session with him or her after two hours. In the meantime, I'd suggest you do a research about the charismatic lunatic you'll have to cure. Understood?"
I nodded my head and was surprised to see him place a wooden box before me. I gave him a questioning look, not knowing what I was supposed to do with it. He just rolled his eyes before explaining to me that I would choose my patient randomly, by taking out of the box a piece of paper with the name written on it. Not wanting to give him a chance to tell anything, I put my right hand inside and picked a patient. 'Be somebody easy, be somebody easy' I preyed and with slightly trembling hands I opened it, only for it to fall from my hands after seeing the name written on it.
Uchiha Sasuke.
The Prince of Crime himself. Duh. Couldn't I have gotten someone like Juugo for example? He was somewhat normal with only a few violent outbreaks that I could mange by punching him when he started to loose control. But no, I had to take the king of schizophrenia, the biggest psychopath Konoha had ever seen.
I lowered myself a bit down to get again the letter, but Ibiki's voice stopped me before I had even touched it.
"You got the Uchiha, huh?"
"Yes," I replied after sitting once again in my chair a and watching him straight to his black eyes. "Yes, I got Uchiha Sasuke."
"Hmm…...Interesting. Sure you don't want to choose once again?" That surprised me. Ibiki was now once again the cold, strict sadist I first met when I came here. "He's quite the nutcase and I doubt that you can manage him, despite what Tsunade has said about you."
His words hurt me, but also angered me. Who did he think he was telling me that I wasn't capable enough? I was Tsunade's prodigy, so I believed myself to be capable enough to manage this psychopath despite what he said and believed.
"Well, I don't believe so," I said and I was determined to prove this bastard wrong, and make him eat his own ugly bandana. "Can I have his file so that I can get ready?"
Ibiki just stared at me, with an intimidating look in an attempt to scare me probably, but I didn't falter. I only gave him an angry look, my green eyes filled with anger and determination. Slowly, he opened a drawer and took out a single sheet with a few words written on it.
Name: Uchiha Sasuke
Age: Thirty-five
Likes: Being superior
Hates: The Kyubi
Sexuality: None
Abilities: Use of swords, high speed and stamina, ocular powers, lightning and fire natures.
Character: Cunning and clever. Manipulative. Cold. Maniac. Psychotic. A complete bastard.
"Well? Anything else?" I asked Ibiki waiting for him to hand me a file with actual information about him, not just a paper sheet with the basic information, but he didn't move. Instead he just replied that this was all the information they had managed to gather about him after all these times they had captured him.
Fantastic! I had no information and the most wanted man in all of the five nations to cure. Just fantastic.
Trying to sound as professional as I could, I asked him about my office which to my horror was located next to his own so he accompanied me to it, letting me know that he would come again in two hours to take me to the Uchiha's cell.
Right after he left, I collapsed on my grey rolling chair and put my hands on my face, in an attempt to calm myself and put everything in an order. 'Get it together, Haruno.'
Taking a deep breath, I opened my bag and took out a notebook, flipping through its pages, searching for a blank one. When I found one, I scrambled down with a messy handwriting
Goals to achieve
Make my son of a bastard boss bow down to my talent.
Get the guts to make Prince of Crime speak about himself.
Cure him.
Well, for now that was e enough. Putting the notebook aside, I opened my laptop and started searching about him, trying to find anything that could help me solve the enigma which surrounded him, but I found almost nothing. Most were rumors about him, only the numbers of victims and crimes he had commuted being concrete, their number being scary. I had tried with every possible keyword that I could think, but to no avail. I had just spent half of my time achieving almost nothing. So great.
Taking a clipboard and a pen I started formulating questions that I could possibly ask him, depending on the information I would manage to get out of him. The time was passing by and I was getting stressed when a knock was heard from the brown wooden door.
"Come in," I said and Ibiki came in signaling the end of my research time. Quickly, I gathered my notes together and turned off my laptop, before following Ibiki out of my office.
We got in the elevator located at the end of the long hallway our offices were. His cell was in the lowest floor, meaning we had to go underneath. He was placed in the third floor underneath us, in Block E, cell number 7. Here everything I could see were guards out of each iron door and different kinds of sounds. Laughs, cries, yells, screams.
His door was the one one in the end of the block, with more guards out of it than every other cell. When we arrived, the guards gave us a strange look, but Ibiki showed them a piece of paper and they did no questions.
"Here we are pinky," he addressed me obviously teasing me about my hair color. "He's all yours for an hour today, but from tomorrow you'll be with him for three hours."
"Can't wait," was my reply, not attempting at the slightest to cover my dislike for him as he ordered the guards to open the door so that I could go in.
Two of the guards came forward and started unlocking the door. Ibiki turned to leave and just as he passed me, I heard him whispering something I couldn't catch, before starting laughing, the sound of his laughter echoing in the dark block, combining with the rest of the sounds as I slowly made my way inside the bright room, the door closing behind me and leaving me alone with the Prince of Crime on what would be the start of my career or the beginning of my downfall.
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