Author's Notes: Because Sakon and Tayuya need to plot together more.
They all had gender issues, one way or another. The twins were just the most obvious. It almost made sense, what with Tayuya growing up solely around boys and the twins being raised by women and Kidoumaru and Jiroubou having to look after themselves from day one. Society had never impressed itself on any of them, and Orochimaru-sama's obvious lack of care regarding social taboos didn't do much to turn the five of them into functional people who wouldn't stand out like sore thumbs anywhere outside of Otogakure. Here they were the norm, which suited them just fine.
That being said, their respective quirks still pissed each other off, just not for the usual reasons. When Sakon took too long in the morning to put on his makeup, everyone got irritated because they only had one bathroom to share (Kimimaro had his own of course, the fucker). Only Jiroubou noticed when Tayuya hit a wrong note in practicing on her flute and swore like the apocalypse had arrived, and no one particularly cared that Kidoumaru spent most of his free time with a loom and some thread. They had executed the last cook after it had been discovered he was an agent for the Stone come to assassinate Orochimaru-sama, and after that it had just been less hassle for Jiroubou to take over. No one gave a shit as to why Kimimaro insisted wearing his hair in braids. He wasn't one of them. Of course, all that meant was that he was fair game.
"So Jiroubou, what's for breakfast today?" Kidoumaru grinned over from his seat near the windowsill.
"Sausage and eggs. Any idea what Sakon and Tayuya are doing?"
"Improving their booby-trapping skills."
"Their what?"
A sudden piercing scream wordlessly answered Jiroubou's question.
Kidoumaru grinned. "Do the words 'Kimimaro stole Sakon's shampoo' and 'pink dye' mean anything to you?"
". . . I'll get the details after Kimimaro stops killing them."
