𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁_

he, of course, refers to the wooden weapon on the ground, having bounced off the wall and splintered at the tip from the collision. the position? a couple feet, give or take, from the person who’s head it was aimed at it. it missed, of course...on purpose.

he has to get his kicks somehow.

“Alright!”

While spoken out loud, it doesn’t reach the ears of the moving crowds below. Kidomaru leans over the roof of the building he’s perched on, legs dangling as he eyes the masses below. They all seem pretty damn pleased, going about their everyday business without a care in the world. Not only that, but there’s a nice cafe directly beneath him, people sitting around clustered tables and clutching their drinks, lost in conversation. 

Now, he’s bored. And a bored Kidomaru is a dangerous one. Resorting to childish pranks isn’t normally what he’d do, but it’s late, and really, he could use a laugh. 

He watches. Carefully, silently, he times the way his jaw works and fluid rolls around in his mouth. There’s nothing but the sound of his teeth at work, waiting until a waiter steps into plain view as he heads for a table, hand clutching a coffeepot. One beat, then another, and Kidomaru’s head tilts backwards for a moment before it tips forward and he spits-- a glob of thick white shooting downwards to latch onto the foot of the poor man and glue his shoe to the floor. Said man obviously trips, and the pot goes flying...only to splatter hot liquid onto a man clearly trying to impress his date.

Needless to say, there’s a lot of screaming, yelling, and profanities coloring the air.

     Just when she had thought her wits were reaching their end, along comes this whelp who made it his mission to test their limits even further. Caster was not here to play games! Her scowl deepening, she stands there in eerie silence as she contemplates the scene set out before her. One moment, two…. until finally she glides over to the tree the boy had found shelter in just moments before.

     While her strength might have been underwhelming compared to any other Servant, it was an uncontested fact that it was still far superior to that of the average human. Fury reaching it’s peak, Caster slams her hand in to the trunk of the tree with all of her might and quipped her disdain as leaves and small branches fell around them, dislodged from the force.

     “Do you take me for a fool? ‘Maybe’ isn’t good enough, boy. I’m not about to bend myself to your whims for something I’m not even guaranteed. ”

     “If anything, you’ve told me one thing: how dreadfully boring it must be in this city if you have to resort to heckling the scared and confused newcomers in order to entertain yourself.”

     Moving forward, Caster begins to circle the lad, her almost predatory and sharply analytical gaze hidden behind the hem of her robe. Perhaps she should try a different approach. Children these days needed something to keep their attention, did they not?

     “Instead of honeyed words, why don’t I offer something much more satisfying in exchange for information?”

Oh, she’s angry. Of course she’s angry-- why wouldn’t she be? She’s not getting what she wants, and that’s course for anybody to have a tantrum. It was a bit DANGEROUS to provoke those you didn’t know, but boredom is a disease that seeps into your bones, and he hates that very specific itch. Something about the way her scowl twists downward just makes his grin go in the opposite direction.

She glides rather than walks, and with tense muscles ready to spring, he merely follows her with pitch black eyes that, eventually, follow the trajectory of her fist as it slams into the wood as opposed to his flesh. A threat, but he’s used to those. The trunk at his back shivers in the slightest, and he picks a fallen leaf out of his hair casually at her harsh words. If he were any other person, he might be offended...but it’s not like she’s wrong.

“Not bad. Pretty scary! But I’ve seen scarier.” Once you witness a man hurl a boulder over his head with ease, in terms of physical strength, not a lot can surprise you. Still, it means to watch out for those knuckles in case they aim for him next. Taijutsu was’t exactly his strong point.

“Ya know, you did ask first, and I’m just being honest. But you’re not wrong...it’s pretty boring. Doesn’t hurt to try and have some fun where possible.” 

Her eyes are sharp, but his as just as. They never leave her for a moment as she opts to move this way and that, like a predator. Even with eyes covered, he can feel that gaze. It’s her statement that catches his attention, tone taking a drastic turn in the other direction. Trying to appeal, huh? He likes that.

survival; [ser-vahy-vuh l] noun.

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▼. childhood headcanon

While not nearly as skilled as he would be once he became Orochimaru’s bodyguard, Kidomaru liked to listen in on Jounin’s conversations whenever possible, and took whatever scoldings came with getting caught. It was a lesson taken and a lesson learned, and there are times when he’d sneak out to the training fields just to watch whoever was there. He’d remember faces, and always payed special attention to the way they moved-- trying to learn how they did what they did, and what skills they had. His latent talent as a sensor was acknowledged by those around him, but they still kept him at arm’s length, even as a child. He was, in their words, a little too smart.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

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▼. childhood headcanon

KIDOMARU hated being cooped up in his home with nothing to do. He always had an urge to entertain himself in some way or form to stave off the boredom that crept up every few moments, and tended to leave for most of the day if it was possible. Since there was few children, the ones there tended to stick together if for nothing more than entertainment. There was a lot of running and tipping things over and getting yelled at for their antics, but he always laughed it off. Naturally, as they grew older, they broke off, and their behavior straightened out in a sense...besides his. Kidomaru never grew out of enjoying other people’s distress, and did little things that grew larger and larger in scale. While he knew his limits and didn’t kick the hornet’s nest itself, he instigated things and chose not to help others, instead watching with a grin on his face. 

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♥. family headcanon

FAMILY has never really been anything Kidomaru has had. Alone from the near start, the only semblance of blood relation being taken out in his early years in the usual shinobi fashions. Missions gone awry, a battle to the death, failure to succeed. His father, gone at age 5, is the only one he remembers, and he looked nothing like him– rusty hair, green eyes. Kidomaru supposes the only reason he’d ever receive a ruffle to the hair or slight acknowledgement from the old man is because of how much he resembled his mother.  There was never much in the terms of affection in his life, no matter the age or the things he’d pull to get attention. ‘Dad’ was just a word, and ‘Mom’ didn’t exist anymore, a ghost in the past. The emotional distance was so far that when his father failed to return one day, all he felt was disappointment, like a child who hadn’t been given the attention he wanted.

Where he comes from, there isn’t much fuss over death and sacrifice in the line of duty– which perhaps urged his indifferent outlook upon his upbringing, even up the moment he was imprisoned.

30 Uncommon Character Development Questions

7. How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?

To be honest? Kidomaru thinks of himself as pretty damn great. He isn’t afraid to pick out the mistakes he made and correct them in battle or even admit his own weakness if it happens, but his confidence is pretty damn high. He knows he’s good at what he does, and he knows he’s strong. If he wants to get stronger, he’s not the type to sulk or broad over it. He just does. He accepts what he’s been given and intends to use it to the fullest extent, and will use his own accomplishments to convince people of his own merits if need be. There isn’t really much he dislikes about himself...he’s come to like and view his features as merits rather than obstacles.

18. Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?

Complicated. Kidomaru has displayed the occasional qualities and intelligence of a leader, and he’s not afraid to drag everyone on the right path (cough sakon cough tayuya cough) for the sake of their mission or otherwise, but most of the time he’s content leaning back and letting someone take over. He might not completely enjoy taking orders, but having all that responsibility on his shoulders isn’t really his thing. As long as they’re doing it right, he could care less. He’ll follow, like the Sound Four is meant to do.

This, of course, doesn’t mean he’s too fond of their previous leader. A beatdown as harsh as the thrashing Kimimaro gave him tends to leave even a laidback soul like Kidomaru BITTER.

29. Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?

Silence is a given for the lifestyle of a Ninja. Being quiet, communicating without noise, leaving no trace of themselves behind...he’s used to it. However, he has never been too fond of it. He’s the type of person who can’t sleep without background noise-- the slightest hints of footsteps going through the hideout’s many halls, the light creaking of a bedframe. From his time in his cell as one of Orochimaru’s prisoners, he had to sleep through plenty of loud noises, some more unsavory than most. It’s gotten to the point where even the sound of breathing is reassuring-- it’s a sign of being alive. He might favor working in silence to quickly get rid of certain troublesome opponents, as well as use it to his advantage, but it’s not his favorite thing to deal with. It makes him itchy, anxious, fills him with the need to do something.

Nevermind the fact that the Sound Four were never really quiet. Sakon’s temper, Tayuya’s language, Jirobo’s scolding and Kidomaru’s laughter, their free time and mission time was always filled with noise despite their differences. Whether it was wisecracks and threats or the cracking of bones and severing of flesh, they’re all a symphony for the ears. 

30 Uncommon Character Development Questions

26. How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?