There was blood spilled across the still swivelling chair and the desk of documents in front of it. The cooling body of his victim lay only two feet away from the desk with an excess of blood pooling out on the floor and into the carpet.
Placing the all too important syringe aside, White moved quickly and swept the good doctor onto his shoulder, slicking two fingers across the blood and sticking it in his mouth. "Mmmnnm."
White searched the room in haste, his shoulder weighed by pounds of fat the good doctor couldn't seem to resist. He twirled around the office, his bloody footsteps stained the floors and carpet as he blundered through his crime scene towards a convenient closet. The closet was full of the good doctor's things, an overnight bag and several other spotless lab coats and scrubs hung off the rack.
White tossed the doctor in with his belongings and slammed the door shut. He created a wooden stave from his palm and lodged the door shut by its handles so the doctor's plentiful weight wouldn't spill out while he was gone. With that done, Zetsu found the bathroom sink and washed his hands of the blood.
He looked up and the reflection in the mirror turned his pleased grin upside down. White had the face of a moustashe'd pig, blubber held up a pair of glasses on his face where fringes of grey white hair clung to a dry scalp. His body was rotund and challenged the strength of the labcoat's buttons while his shoulders barely stood taller than the doorknob.
White didn't particularly like transformations like these, civilian transformations. He had to work harder than normal keeping his chakra consistent with the victim and when it was a civilian that chakra was more than often abysmal. In the end he was forced to erase his presence entirely, a task he didn't mind while spying but not while he was risking his life.
I am only a clone. White reminded himself as he walked out of the bathroom. Doesn't matter, Zetsu is Zetsu! And he loved himself all too much to be in such a pathetically weak form. Fortunately, it would only be for a short while.
White returned to the desk where he'd left the syringe, the fluid in the vial was as clear and unsuspecting as most intravenous drugs. He giggled as it sloshed. To some extent it was just another drug but it would find far more nefarious uses in his hands. He slid it into his coat pocket and straightened up to leave.
Outside, a dedicated secretary and medical assistant worked at a desk adjacent to Doctor Osaka's consulting room. They looked up at him and smiled politely, "Uzumaki Kushina is in the examination room, Doctor." the secretary said.
White nodded and shuffled past them and into the receptionist where he would take the hallway to- Is that… Sitting in the waiting area by the reception, holding onto the soft arm of her narrow eyed child was a target Madara often thought of. Uchiha Mikoto. She flipped through the magazines the renown clinic had to offer and had a second, orange bag besides the one her child clung onto.
Zetsu quickly looked away from the Uchiha Matriarch lest she looked up and saw through him. Haste guided his feet as he turned down the hallway of rooms and came up to the one he was here for. He twisted the knob and heard something clatter. He walked in to find Uzumaki Kushina, the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki attempting to be discreet with the assorted instruments she'd spilled on the floor.
She smiled sheepishly, muttering degradation to herself and apologies to White as she returned the medical instruments to their place. Her hair leaped with her as she rose from the crouched position, long as the green dress she wore and red as the blood underneath White's fingernails, she grinned, "Sorry!"
White regained his composure and waved, "No, no. It is all well." His voice, shape, colour, everything was a perfect imitation of the good Doctor Osaka, Kushina Uzumaki's trusted gynaecologist. However, White hadn't the time to research how the man spoke, against someone like Kushina who had experienced several attempts to kidnap, lure and assassinate, he would need to be quick.
He gestured to the single bed, a gurney-like examination table with a place for a patient to plant their feet while the Doctor had a look. Kushina sat on its edge and White came up to her to check the pulse on her wrist, "Good morning, Kushina. How are we feeling today? Any discomfort?"
Her cherry was dampened a bit at that, she rubbed her round belly and sighed, "A little more than usual actually, but we're getting closer to the date so that's expected right?"
White nodded, a small, sympathetic smile on his disguise, "Yes, it's perfectly normal. You're nearing the end of the pregnancy, after all." He stepped away to retrieve some gloves and switch in his syringe, "We'll do a quick check-up today and then administer a supplement. It should help ease the strain and support you through this final stretch."
Kushina nodded, she had expected as much and was likely what she came in for. It was perfect. Zetsu kept his expression neutral as he returned, gloved and ready with the drug in an otherwise innocent syringe. Inside was the concoction he had forced the real Doctor Osaka to prepare before his demise; a powerful drug designed to induce labour early. It was a simple plan, one that likely wouldn't have been necessary if the Mizukage and her husband the Fourth Hokage minded their business and continued hating each other like they were supposed to.
Kushina surrendered her arm once she saw him return with the drug, her lips pursed together in dreaded anticipation as he wiped a spot above her elbow with alcohol and carefully inserted the needle. She winced at the sting but managed to laugh at herself, "You'd think I'd be used to this by now."
He chuckled at her expression, careful not to sound too much like his true self, "Just a moment more." he said and as the drug entered her system he watched her carefully. For a few moments nothing happened but Zetsu had faith his job was done, all that was left was to wait. "You should lay back and take measured breaths. I'll be right back, press on this will you?"
Once he'd discarded the drug in the waste bin, White hastily stepped out of the room. The hallway was long and empty of watchful eyes but he could feel a pair on him regardless. He hurried to his office and felt the unseen stare wane. Uchiha Mikoto hadn't moved from her spot at the waiting area and the good Doctor's medical assistants were busy taking in new patients' information.
Struck by a thought, White stopped by one and ordered, "Uzumaki-san is in the examination room, administer her some pain relief while I review."
He didn't so much as wait a second to be questioned. White returned to the crime scene of the doctor's office and locked the door behind him.
"Zetsu."
White nearly jumped out of his skin at the voice coming from the dark of the curtains. A spiralling red glowed out from it and he breathed a sigh and began shedding his disgusting disguise.
"You're the one I felt watching me."
"Is it done?" Madara demanded, impatient with an undercurrent of anger. Zetsu understood.
He grinned, "It is. I don't know how long it will take to kick in but it will."
"Good. Come now, we have someone else to visit." Madara began gathering chakra to warp them away but Zetsu wasn't ready.
"Wait!" He quickly ran to the closet where he'd stashed the Doctor's corpse, it was still warm with blood and fresh to be devoured. Madara groaned but didn't object as Zetsu hauled the body along with them. His Kamui swirled and pinched space until they were in a completely different location.
It was bright and sunny where Madara had brought them and Zetsu needed to look at a couple of trees to recognize the place. A noodle and udon shop was a fair distance away, the trees in between them now was infested with Danzo's ROOT shinobi on constant patrols keeping a lookout for pursuers or prying eyes.
"You should be able to get to Konan where Jiraiya has hidden her." Madara said. Unlike Zetsu his Kamui couldn't put him in places he hadn't already seen or visited, whereas White could simply surf through the earth until he found their missing comrade.
It wouldn't be a problem to find her but… "How do we set her free? Between Jiraiya and these-"
"Leave them to me. Find her." Madara ordered, already warping to another location. "Devour that corpse quickly and get to work, Zetsu."
White grinned, dragging the doctor's body closer. "With pleasure," he hissed, his voice slipping into a gurgling cackle. The tendrils of his body began to melt away, fusing with the dead man's flesh. The rotund corpse shuddered as the plant man's digestive fluids quickly broke the good doctor down to sizzling flesh.
He relished the sensation, the taste of blood and tissue dissolving into his being. It was a fleeting moment of indulgence, one he rarely allowed himself. The doctor's eyes melted into his skull, his face a quickening sludge of flesh and blood sank into Zetsu's own.
"Delicious," Zetsu whispered, licking the last remnants of blood from his lips. He straightened up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and glanced around at the bright, sunny surroundings. "Now, time to find Konan."
Without a backward glance, he sank into the ground, leaving behind only a smear of blood and the faint echo of his cackling laughter.