Incisions Made.
The sterile of the room could make some nauseous. Truthfully, she enjoyed the sight and feel of the isolation. This was her domain. The tilted table and grayness of the room made her feel powerful and nobody could remove that. She prepared, washing her hands in lukewarm water and snapping on yellow tinted gloves. She went to her patient and removed the sheet covering him. She had to stifle a gasp that threaten to leave her person. After she adjusted to the sight, she set to work.
Karin moved her skilled hands over his perfectly preserved body, noticing that even his light eyelashes were still intact. He looked only as if sleeping, quite peacefully at that. She spared one last look at his face, framed by champagne hair. She picked up his information and remembered every last detail on the page.
Namikaze Minato, huh?
The external examination was over. Setting down the clip board, she moved into the right position to begin her process. The first incision was made, no tell-tale ruby beading behind. She worked the scalpel through skin like paper, smiling to herself. The Y-cut was deep and extended from the shoulders to his pelvis, perfectly straight, with a small falter around the navel. Karin lingered on his face for a second longer before pulling the top flap of skin over the features. It was not messy and it didn't take the amount of time it could have should he have been alive recently. The body would hold no secrets, she was wasting her time.
Still, she went on. Devoid of emotion, she sawed through his ribs, cutting them out and placing them on an unforgiving metal tray. His organs were freely displayed, though they were a dull shade that indicated long-term death. She skipped the next steps of removing and weighing the internal organs; it would fritter away precious time. The heart, liver, kidneys, brain, and all others were safe.
Never that she would admit it, but she didn't wish to scar the angelic face. The incisions made would never heal.
She abstracted herself to get a vial, doubtful that she would get anything of use from his alluring body. After jabbing him a few times and having no positive results, she decided to finish quickly. With rapid yet gentle movements, Karin closed the Y-cut, closing her eyes to shield the brightness that stayed with him through death, and pulled the sheet back over him. Generally, she left the sewing to a medic in a lower station.
The application was useless. Just as she had assumed, Minato's body had nothing left to be ravaged.
She threw away the sterile gloves and headed briskly to the door. She scanned the room once more, crimson eyes procrastinating on the ghost. She hummed to herself and flicked the light off, reaching eagerly for the glinting doorknob. She loitered, before irritably sighing and snapping the light back on. Long strides got her to the table, where she flung the sheet off once again.
Karin shook her head, long maroon hair flailing behind her. He was still beautiful, even with a long Y running the length if his body. She reached into her lab coat, freeing another set of gloves. Even not understanding why herself, she laced a thread through the eye of the needle and began. She worked gruelingly, making each stitch perfect and even. With effort she had not shown in a long time, Karin sewed him back together like a worn-down rag doll.
She finished, not letting up on her relentless devotion, not even at the very last moment. Before she left with finality this time, she pressed her nude lips to his lifelessly cold cheek. She cast him a glance as she opened the door, his face still uncovered for all the world to admire. Her lips pulled upwards.
The light flicked off.