I planned on making a really long story about this..but, I lost my muse a long time ago, figured you should at least get a taste of what I planned on doing before; I missed you guys.
I don't own naruto :P
With surgical procession he cut the skin into a y-shape from the shoulders to the bottom of the sternum, and the final line stretched from the vertex to the pelvis. Hands under latex gloves armed with perturbing metal tools, prodded the insides of a male's torso.
The blonde watching the necropsy noted the inappropriate specifics of the inspection. The crimson-haired medical examiner was too young, dressed in a white t-shirt and filthy jeans. A sketch book sat on the tray with his equipment; detailed images of innards half formed in pencil on the page. Bright blood splattered across the scene, and the deathly yet hollow and subtle smile on the surgeon's lips were all hauntingly wrong. The still corporeally active male had his empty brown eyes set on the pulsing organs beneath him, for Kabuto was still alive.
"How dare you, little bastard? How dare you fucking cross me for that snake?" The physician asked the living carcass, more methodically than angry despite his words. "Why the fuck do you think I would let you live?" Festering inside the double-crosser, a specially designed neurotoxin left him in painful paralysis sans the ability to barter for his life.
He dissected him slowly, torturing Kabuto as long as possible was the optimal objective for the revenge Sasori wanted. For being suicidal, he sure holds grudges on failed attempts of assassinating him, yeah. The blonde thought observantly.
The killer extracted unessential organs first, staunching the blood flow in-between each withdraw. Grotesque as it was, Sasori did his toilsome act with a flourish of style and skill, and showed the same effortless workings as he filled out the sketch pad. Deidara felt vaguely envious as she observed. At least until the work was finished and Kabuto's half empty corpse lie on the table in macabre tranquility.
"Danna?"
Sasori took a moment to cease his silent seething, and stare apathetically at the blonde.
"What do we do with the body, yeah?"
"Incinerate it... Have fun, brat." Sasori answered before attending to cleaning his blood drenched paraphernalia.
Deidara would have beamed at his rare consideration, but instead she found herself stuck on his current mood. She hoped that the directive was not a diversion allowing him time to commit a desperate act. The blonde slowly walked over to the shorter figure and wrapped her arms around him gently. It was natural for Sasori to protest against any sort of embrace; opposing the norm that moment, he did nothing whatsoever.
"I love you." She whispered. Like it was an incentive, he leaned against her for a moment.
"I know." he whispered back promptly, but then he detangled their bodies, and so dismantled the amorous instance.
