FAKE Double Drabble: Not Impossible
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Title: Not Impossible
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
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Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: Dee is beginning to believe he might have what it takes to run the marathon.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Breath / Breathe’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
There’d been a time when Dee would have been out of breath long since, but here he was, matching Ryo stride for stride, twelve miles into a fifteen-mile run. For the first time, he was beginning to think that maybe running the New York Marathon with his lover this year might not be as impossible as it had sounded when Ryo had suggested it after the last marathon.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t tired, or at least tiring, because they’d been running for a long time and still had three miles to go, but they’d been training together for months, gradually working up to longer distances as Dee’s body had adjusted. Running after suspects was a very different animal, a sprint rather than a test of endurance, but at least it had meant he was pretty fit already when Ryo had cajoled him into giving it a try, and now, to Dee’s surprise, he was kind of enjoying it.
There was something curiously satisfying about beating his previous best time over whatever distance, about finishing a run and not feeling like his legs might drop off if he made any sudden movements.
He might just be able to do this.
The End
It wasn’t that he wasn’t tired, or at least tiring, because they’d been running for a long time and still had three miles to go, but they’d been training together for months, gradually working up to longer distances as Dee’s body had adjusted. Running after suspects was a very different animal, a sprint rather than a test of endurance, but at least it had meant he was pretty fit already when Ryo had cajoled him into giving it a try, and now, to Dee’s surprise, he was kind of enjoying it.
There was something curiously satisfying about beating his previous best time over whatever distance, about finishing a run and not feeling like his legs might drop off if he made any sudden movements.
He might just be able to do this.
The End