On set next day, Lizzie was feeling the night before and kept a rather large bottle of water nearby at all times. Sadly, she wasn't the only one who noticed she was off. The artistic director was having a muttered conversation with the photographer involving photoshop and extra concealer.

The only reason she hadn't been kicked out of the shoot was that today, they were handling macaques. Several very friendly little tamed ones had been brought along and all the other girls had screamed and ran apart from Lizzie who started cooing and before she knew it, had four on her.

"And, surprise! Gimme surprise!" the photographer encouraged. "Hold the monkey up! We can shop surprise on him!"

Glowering inwardly, Lizzie held the monkey up for the fifth time, giving a wide eyed open mouthed expression and for the fifth time the monkey put its paw in her mouth.

"This can't be hygienic…" Lizzie muttered, giving the monkey a glare. It patted her cheeks affectionately. "I can't be mad though…Just look at its little face…"

"Focus now…We'll get you some mouthwash. Can you try doing like a little pouty 'o' but not actually open your mouth?"

Lizzie complied, hugging the monkey again, wondering if she could get any copies to send to Sebastian. He would possibly be amused…Maybe? It'd definitely amuse her brothers in any case.

"Do you think we could pose one on her head?" someone suggested.

"Mmm…Maybe…Lady Li darling, you want to try?"

"Do I really have a choice?" she let the macaque run up on to her shoulder, wondering if it wouldd shit on her head if it had to sit up there for too long. Knowing her luck, it wasn't entirely out of the question. And she fucking hated that name he'd given her.

"Excellent!" the photographer beamed and started to verbally poke her into place, while someone set the monkey on her head.

"Now look up at the monkey! Just with your eyes dear! Yes! Now, hold! Beautiful!"

God. She missed Anton at times like this…In amongst all this insanity, he'd be perfectly normal and perfectly nice and, well he was anyway, but he'd keep her company at least. She wouldn't be a little hungover from sake with a monkey on her head, that's for sure. And Anton wouldn't call her Lady Li. She could so put up with Tink compared to that.

"Now, Bryony, you sure you won't do a few, baby? No? Well you're contracted to so get your ass on set lady! Lady, you go take your break, baby," he blew her a kiss and waved her off. A new macaque was brought on set for Bryony, so Lizzie wandered off with the one she seemed to have adopted and took a seat on the floor under a shade, holding the little macaque in her lap. He seemed very happy with this setup and snuggled down as someone brought her a cup of tea and the promised mouthwash.

Thanking them, she leant against the post that was keeping the shade up, observing the onlookers, as she had the previous day…She was feeling uncomfortable after the previous night and didn't know if the fact she could see no one familiar in the passers by, settled her or made her more edgy. Not knowing was never something she enjoyed.

Discreetly as possible, she rinsed her mouth out, making a face as the tea would now taste funny and she hated funny tasting tea. The monkey patted her thigh and flopped on to his back. No one had told her to get out of her outfit, which felt a little odd, and no one had really paid any attention to her since she'd been given her tea, which, to be vain, was a little odd as well. Normally someone would come and talk to her, ask if she needed anything, tell her about the schedule…

Glancing at the passing crowds again, she now noticed there was someone standing at the barrier, who had been there a while. It wasn't Matsuo or his girlfriend, though, maybe some random nosey? God she hated open sets. People could just stand and stare all day.

The macaque snored a little and Lizzie rolled her eyes. Typical male, she thought, looking around some more. She'd still been left alone, no dresser, no makeup person…She absently patted the monkey; really she should name him as it didn't look like the handler wanted him back. Chancing another look at the barrier, she saw the person she had noticed earlier was still stood there, staring. Lizzie shivered.

Finally, someone came up to her and started to berate her about still being in her outfit and everything and relieved, Lizzie followed them obediently, cuddling the monkey to her chest as he was still asleep, though shortly she was forced rather grudgingly to pass him back to his handler as she was nagged for 'slipping off'. She felt it would be wise to not point out that she had been shooed off and so had just been following instructions.

Once she was back in her own clothes, her makeup removed and water topped up, Lizzie found that once again, she was being slightly ignored. If she was more of a diva, this would irritate her rather than make her wonder what was happening, so instead of stamping her foot and flouncing, Lizzie sloped off to have a poke around. The person who had seemingly been watching her, or probably the shoot to be honest, was gone. She checked the length of the barrier, noticing no one in particular as registering as strange. However, there was a car with tinted windows parked a little way off to the side of a path. That wasn't particularly normal…

The back window was rolled down, she noted, so slipping under the barrier, she idly strolled around, making out as if she was just stretching her legs outside the confines of the set. Flicking her eyes up, she could just see a pale face within the darkened car, accompanied by a flash of purple. Lizzie hissed to herself as if she had been burnt, but kept her composure, idling a while longer so she wouldn't draw attention to herself, before ducking back under the barrier, back to relative safety.

Now…What to do…Lizzie wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to stay on the set, where there were people, or somehow get back to her hotel room, where she could lock the door but would be alone – aside from the hotel staff and guests of course, but they wouldn't be right there next to her, like everyone here was.

It was probably all just the hangover. That was it. The hangover. Everything was weirder with sake induced hangovers and it was more than likely that last night was weird because of the sake; she wasn't used to the drink after all. It also didn't help that Sebastian had made her paranoid about…well, the Mafia boss. Rubbing her forehead, Lizzie decided she did want to go back to her room at the hotel, and promptly pretended to faint.

The fainting act would have worked out fine, if it hadn't been one of the hottest days of the month, and Lizzie found herself surrounded by hysterical people who picked her up and dragged her off towards hospital.

Not a good day…

A couple of hours later, after she had been given a moderately clean bill of health, berated for being hungover and told to drink lots of water and to lay off the sake, she was finally back in her rooms…

…To find a purple flower pinned to her door. Typical.

Swearing, Lizzie crushed it in her hand, leaving it in the corridor, wiping her hand on her shorts. God, she wanted to go home. She wanted to do something at least, that didn't involve getting followed by ninjas, purple flowers, the Hellfire Club or Yakuza members, because at the moment, all of that rather sucked.

Pacing the floor like a caged tiger, Lizzie checked the time on her phone and went to order dinner from room service. She'd eat it while getting ready to go out, and she certainly wouldn't be going to the Hellfire Club.

~~~~~

The streets were full and bustling with young people, all intent on having a good night. It was busy nit no one was pushing as such and coming from London and New York for school, that was a nice change and she happily flowed with the crowd, enjoying the bright lights, slightly interesting smells of food and the rather buoyant thought patterns that most of the crowds seemed to be emitting.

Stopping on a corner, Lizzie took the time to take in the sights of the area. She had been told that there was apparently geisha that still worked in the area. Knowing she'd get some funny looks for hiring one, Lizzie was pondering wandering around to see if there were any entertaining in one of the teahouses nearby. That was one of the main disappointments of the last visit, not getting to meet a geisha and no matter how many times she tried to play dress up in her own kimono, she would never fit the bill.

Sighing as she came to the conclusion she would never get the chance to see one – well, maybe if she went to Kyoto next time – Lizzie turned to go back up the street a little way to investigate the rather tempting sushi bar she had spotted earlier, when she bumped into someone.

"Oh, sorry I was…" she looked up and saw the purple haired woman. Gripping her bag, she turned to run, but her wrist was grabbed before she could get clear.

"Let me go. Now."

To her surprise, the woman released her. "Forgive me. I just did not want you to run, you have no reason to."

"I don't?" she looked at the woman warily, taking a step backwards. "If you're going to try and convince me to help you again, and that I have great power and I should be able to do what I want with it, you can stuff it, seriously."

The woman smirked, her eyes had a rather amused expression to them. "My dear, you're very suspicious for one so young."

"I have good reasons to be. What do you want?" Lizzie asked flatly, folding her arms across her chest.

"Nothing. I am merely enjoying myself as you are this evening. It is polite to greet a familiar face, is it not?" she raised an eyebrow. "Even if the terms we are on might not be desirable."

"I…" Lizzie tilted her head to one side. The woman didn't seem to be lying. "I suppose it is, yes."

"I also believe I have never formerly introduced myself. My name is Kwannon," she held out an elegant hand. Grudgingly, Lizzie took it and shook briefly.

"There, now we are not on such bad terms. I am glad of it."

Lizzie glanced around the street, smiling at the passers-by who looked her way. She was at a loss of what to say. Sod off you crazy bitch? I'm not joining up, sorry. Mafia isn't my kink? Can you and yours lay off the creepy flower giving? Nothing particular came to mind.

"Now, would you join me for a drink, Elizabeth?" Kwannon asked, smiling at her in an almost creepy way. She didn't particularly want to, not at all, but saying flatout no would probably be worse, so…

"…Alright. But not for long. And nothing alcoholic."

"Ahh, yes, my dear Matsuo told me you had no head for sake. We shall take tea in that case, yes?" the woman gestured to a café across the street and started walking, Lizzie following dubiously.

The café was fairly quiet inside, a few people scattered around the long tables that dominated the interior. Lizzie headed for a spot by the window, looking out on to the street.

"Don't you trust me?" Kwannon seated herself opposite Lizzie, a smile on her face.

"I like the lights, the scenery here," Lizzie shrugged, looking up as the tea was brought over to them. It was served and their waitress vanished. Picking up her cup, Kwannon waited for Lizzie to lift hers before they both drank.

"Are you enjoying Tokyo?"

"Don't you know yourself already?" Lizzie asked mildly in response. Something in Kwannon's eyes flickered a little as she shot Lizzie a 'look'.

"What would you like me to tell you? You are a noted member of the Hellfire Club, a very lovely model, born into the British aristocracy. You will certainly gather the interest of those aware of you."

Oh this was driving her crazy. Would anyone ever talk any sense? And not creep her out as well. She was sick of being creeped out. Drinking her tea, she looked out of the window again.

"I'm making you uncomfortable. I am sorry. It is not our intent to threaten you, make you feel ill at ease. I propose that we start anew. Forget everything that has come to pass so far. Tomorrow, if you have any time, we shall meet and have lunch together and talk of 'normal' things. Fashion, men, the world, as friends do. Would you like that?"

Lizzie chewed her lip as she pondered the offer. It was slightly worrying to her that she thought 'yes'. She sipped her tea nervously, wishing she'd spoken to the other models a little more so she could have gone and hung out with them instead.

"Well? Lunch, that's all. If we do not see eye to eye afterwards, then you have my deepest apologies and I shall not bother you any longer."

"Alright. Just stop leaving me flowers," Lizzie drained her cup and set it down, waiting for the reaction.

"Flowers? Whatever do you mean?"

Lizzie watched Kwannon carefully. There was a look in her eyes that made Lizzie not believe her, but she let it pass. "My mistake, it seems…"

"More tea?" Kwannon offered with a smile, the look gone now…maybe she'd imagined it in the first place. It was hard to tell, really, seeing as she was usually always paranoid about things. And more tea did sound nice…

Holding her cup out, she smiled pleasantly. "Thank you, but not too much...Getting sort of sleepy. It's been a very long day."

"Aw, well in that case I won't keep you out too late. One more cup."

"One more cup…" Lizzie agreed through a yawn. One…more…cup.