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Action!

Ok, things had been getting out of hand from one moment to the next and Izumi didn't really know why. No, seriously, why!? How did this happen!? Wasn't it just yesterday where he had heard it from Ann's very own lips, that they would rather not face him and wished him to piss off? Then why had he been asked to come into their office the past few days? What did this freak want all of a sudden!?

Did he go? Pff, of course not. They just wanted to stir trouble, plain and simple. Trusting this brat? Not even in a million years. And if they wanted to apologize, they could shove that in their very own ass. He won't forgive them even if they run up crying to them! Good thing excuses worked every single time, him being busy as an idol and model. He could make time for them but he didn't want to. Why would he? They had no one to blame but themselves. It was too late for forgiveness!

Then again, that would have been wishful thinking. In truth this bitch is just too stubborn for stuff like this. No, seriously, as if that thing would even consider apologizing. He didn't hope for it nor assumed it. He didn't want to know either and for a few days he was getting away with it. After all, unless absolutely necessary he would not set one foot into this dreaded room. They would just be waiting after all, preparing their foul mouth to talk back to him. And it was annoying, to say the least. And if they didn't show up, it would not be urgent, now would it?

Well, Izumi hoped that this would become water under the bridge soon enough. But it seems that everything hates him lately. Why? Because of course Ann had to show up, ust when he thought he had been safe from them.

First thing he had to endure was them shouting their annoying 'Izumi–Kun' down the hall, making anyone nearby turn their heads to him. It was embarrassing and he cursed Ann under his very own breath. Much to his dismay, before he could disappear, they had spotted him and were sprinting in a speed not even he expected them to pull off. But for a more chubby person they had remarkable speed, he had to admit that. Didn't mean he wouldn't run. Last thing he wanted was to talk to them. Annoying bitch, why won't they leave him alone!? Why do they suddenly insist on seeing him!? Bitch!

And they had noticed Izumi sprinting off as well, them gasping yet keeping up with the speed. He had taken a glimpse to the back and spotted the brunette before knowing it. They were chasing him, right through the building! What a pain in the ass! Take a hint for crying out loud!

But he couldn't look at their face forever, a face which was stubbornly determined. A face he hated to see them make. So he just sped it up. He knew he would end up sweating afterwards and he hated the thought of it. However, he wasn't left with a choice here! This crazy bitch was chasing him like crazy, from floor to floor! They decided for him: Either talk to them or run! An illusion of choice since he had decided to not talk, they interpreted it as 'chase the model'. It was as if the two were playing tag, talk about embarrassing. How old were they anyway? Five? Six? Of course not but that was what this may look like. Two stupid kids playing tag, and the one who is it is chasing like a madman, forcing the other to to keep moving his legs. At first it was just a pointless goosechase, him wondering why he was even running a straight, narrow path to begin with. He didn't have to do that to get them off his back! Plus he was getting exhausted himself. But if he stops now they would pester him. The last thing he wanted, he wasn't in the mood for this. Or Ann as a whole. He was never in an Ann mood! So to hell with that!

Believing he was being clever at this very moment he suddenly took the next sharp turn in the halls, perhaps almost running someone over yet he had no time to see who. "Sorry!" He mumbled under his breath quickly, though not stopping. If complaints or not echoed... He didn't know nor did he care! He took only a sharp glare behind before suddenly stopping, they seemed to be out of sight.