An: Very cliche ending, and doesn't do justice to the much deeper detail in my head, but hey I'll live with it.
Bonus Drabble: Five – Flame
The last race had torn a ligament. A complete accident, of course, but one that rendered him incapable of competing professionally for a full five years.
Atemu had missed his first chance of competing in the Olympics. Watching the five colours, looped together as five separate rings in symbolic imagery, appear over and over again on television was slow torture.
And now, at the age of twenty-two, he was finally at the top of his game, and more than ready to reach the top.
And yet, the years he had spent re-training himself would be years he would never wish gone. In the severity of his injuries they had been forced to hire a personal physiotherapist, one of the best for Egypt's best upcoming athlete. A young Japanese man had become his saviour. And soon, his lover.
From the first touch of Yuugi's fingers on his calf, Atemu had known the electricity that shot between them would burst into something much more. Despite the initial language barrier.
Five years later, under the five Olympic rings. Atemu could think of only Yuugi, and how they were running this together.
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