When Zaiaku closed the door,they were in the living room.The roof was high enough so Zaiaku could walk freely.The furniture and house was simple.There was a hand made, wooden table in the center and a very large couch,able to easily support two Zaiaku's.Their were pictures on the wall of a purple haired woman and a blond man and the same purple haired woman and a noticibly younger Zaiaku in a seperate picture.The living room was connected to two areas,which Zaiaku gently grabbed Toraika by the arm and led her through one.

It led to the kitchen and their stood a very large woman,standing a foot taller then Zaiaku.She wore black lipstick,a black kimono,and a white hattori with Suna's symbol printed on the back.Her purple hair was tided into a traditional knot and it was obvious she was rather chubby,but had no wrinkles.She stood over a boiling pot,dropping and mixing food and spices into it as she hummed very happily,a small smile never being removed from her face.

She turned as spot Zaiaku and Toraika."Oh hello my little sugar covered dumpling!"She said as she rushed to him,wrapping her arms around Zaiaku in a motherly hug.Zaiaku blushed in embarrassment and tried to get out of his mother's grip.She then let go and hugged Toraika,lifting her off her feet."Ah and you must be his friend he told me about!"She said happily."I am Yorokubi Shiganosuke,Zaiaku's mom!"She said with pride as she put Toraika down.