"Tono."
"My lord."
Suimei stared down at the men before him in confusion.
"Welcome back, my lord." The leader of the group bowed his head even lower and said humbly.
Suimei simply stood there, doing nothing, and in anticipation the warriors before him stayed still as statues. The silent standoff seemed an eternity, before a voice that rang like a silver bell broke the silence.
"Are you so strict as to let your knights kneel for so long, my lord?"
"Hime. My lady." The samurais lowered their heads even more, in unison.
Suimei swung around to face the raven-haired woman who had spoken.
"Who are you?"
The woman glided over to him and took his sleeve, "I see you are in the mood to play, my lord." She ran a hand down his back seductively. "That suits me just fine. I am your dear Kikyou, don't you remember?"
"Kikyou…" Suimei frowned slightly, "Who's Kikyou, and who am I?"
Kikyou laughed, a sound of music, "Kikyou is your most treasured wife, and you are the Lord Inuyasha of Hyogo, Your Highness." She waved to the men still kneeling, "You may go now, I will receive Lord Inuyasha properly."
Obediently, the samurais backed out of the chamber without sounds, leaving Suimei alone under Kikyou's soft hands. He glanced around the richly decorated room and sat down cautiously, "You are mistaking, Kikyou."
Kikyou, who had already sunk into his lap and was engrossed in licking his neck, looked up with a start, "But this is how you always liked to start."
Suimei pushed her off of him and stood up, "Not that – I'm not your Lord Inuyasha so stop it."
"Oh," Kikyou smiled coyly, "You are teasing me, my lord – is it because you had your way with too many beautiful women? I told you that wasn't healthful – but you'll see, I can be erotic too." She proceeded to dart her tongue lower and Suimei gasped. He grabbed her and threw her to one side forcefully.
"My lord?" Kikyou suddenly looked frightened.
Suimei smoothed out the front of his robes again, "What the hell do you think you're doing? I don't want you!"
Comprehension overcame Kikyou's face, as well as disappointment. She straightened out her white kimono and placed two strands of hair back over her shoulder, and then curtsied deeply with her head lowered, "I am sorry that I made offending presumptions, my lord. I, I will send a more pleasing woman to you right away." She wiped away a string of tears and flew from the room before Suimei could do anything to stop her.
"Kikyou! Ki-" Suimei sank onto the floor again and sighed.
What the hell is this? He shook his head in amazement. First there's a castle of men claiming him as their lord, and now there's this gorgeous woman who claimed to be his wife and tried to do him… If he didn't know better, he'd say he was in a dream.
He poured himself a cup of tea and sipped it while he studied his surroundings. The great wall-hangings showed that the man who owned this place was indeed, Suimei himself and that he had done a magnificent job keeping the castle well-defended and maintained.
"And of the few lord who did build castles, the greatest one is Inuyasha." Suimei murmured to himself. He looked at the paintings of the overlord again and unmistakably saw himself. "What in the world is going on?"