Overcome

AN: Another original. Very short story. Might turn it into a longer one.



This is just about overcoming obstacles set by oneself.



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                                                                            OVERCOME



         Techno filled the club in pulsations, every color light flashing in a timed brilliance from the ceiling and floors. Bodies writhing and grinding throughout the dance floor, hardly anyone touching the bar or lounging areas. One girl, in particular, was moving to the beat as though it was her blood pumping and the air she breathed. Black knee high boots clung tight to her calves. The chunked heels pressing into the floor with every twist of her body hugged in a thin strapped dress. Sweat formed along her creamy white curves like a second skin, slender fingers tangled in long tresses of blonde and black to keep off of her smooth neck.

         As the song faded off and a new trance, slowly easy song came on she quickly left her stage light and seated herself at the bar. “What'll ya have, Miyabi?” A tall lean bartender leaned over the countertop with a pristine smile and chiseled features.

         “The usual, you know me, Gustav.” Miyabi lifted a sakura inked shoulder coyly. Crossing her legs she leaned her elbow on her knee, waiting for her Bellini.

         Her deep blue eyes scanning the throngs of people consuming the club. Most of them twenty year olds or barely twenty-one, her lips formed a nigh bitter smile at the younger kids. “Here you go love. Don't drink too much, I'd hate to see your cute little self throwing up. No young kid should be worshipping the porcelain God. You can start when you're my age.” Gustav cackled and shook his head, returning to his work.

         Miyabi's bitter smile turned to her drink, throwing away the ignorant mans comment. What did he know? She took a quick swig of her deliciously Italian creation and sighed softly. Her heels hit the floor as she sauntered into the girl's bathroom, setting her drink of the marble counter and staring into the mirror. Lithe, toned arms encircled her waist and pulled her close, the view of short black hair visible in the mirror and a body taller and a bit wider than Miyabi's, the face hidden behind her head. “Hey babe...” Miyabi gave a soft smile to the mirror as her lovers face came into view when the others chin rested on her shoulder.

         “What has my doll troubled?” A frown formed on the taller womans face. Hating to see her darling girl with such a somber expression.

         “Eh? Oh.. it's nothing Rema..” Miyabi leaned back into the security of her girlfriend, closing dark shadowed eyes and crossing her arms over the ones around her waist.

         “You know I think your perfect right? And nothing could ever damage that. You could be fat and old or skinny and young. You are my perfection.” Rema's arms hugged Miyabi firmly and closer, nuzzling her.

         “I know.. It's not that. I know I am ageless to you. I just.. feel... like my time is up.” Her eyes opening again to stare at herself in the mirror, Miyabi sighed and her gaze drifted to the sinks. “Am I too old now?”

         “Love, you're not even twenty-two yet. Why the fuck are you so worried about it? There are tons of photographers and musicians who started out at twenty-one and twenty-two. Why do you think you're done and old now? You make me feel ancient sometimes! And I'm only twenty-six!” Shaking her head with a laugh Rema pulled away to turn the pouty girl to face her, grinning.

         “Rema!” Letting out a big sigh Miyabi lowered her head as if in shame. “Seventeen year olds have called me old. People say being a guitarist or vocalist in a teenage angsty girl dream. The bastards say that I should just go get a REAL fucking job. What's a real job? Like musicians and photographers do'nt pull nine to fives? Course they do... But then why do they make me feel so stupid for not going to college, or dropping out of high school in my Junior year.. I'm intelligent.” The pout turned into a full frown.

         “That's why they say it, Miyabi. You ARE intelligent, and they see more potential in you then to just be some musician or photographer. But, that's how they view it. They're morons, sweety. You will be great at whatever you do, and you're not too old.” Hugging her close again Rema tried to hide her precious Miyabi from the world in this club restroom.

         Miyabi curled into her arms and closed her eyes tightly, taking in every word that was showered  upon her. Rema was right, wasn't she? Maybe Miyabi wasn't too old just yet, she still had time to break out of her shell and show the world who she was. She had to still have time! Miyabi didn't want her world to end at twenty-one, she felt young and free most of the time. But, the white picket fence American dream lovers shoved their values down her throat. Called her sinful and stupid for trying to act like some kid. Since when was photography or music only for sixteen year olds? Those kids never made it big until they became of age anyways!

         “Fuck it, Rema! I'm good enough for this! I can do it!” She pushed away from Rema gently and gave a smug expression. “I deserve to have a fucking rockin lifestyle! And anyone who tells me otherwise can just suck it!” She burst into giggles and kissed her girlfriend happily on the lips.

         Rema held Miyabi close while returning the passionate kiss, proud of the strong girl she was lucky to have in her life. Lucky to have someone so wonderful to be proud of. Miyabi was as elegant as her name, and even sweeter to taste. She had a gorgeous voice and a rocking body to dress anyway she desired, be it odd or punk rock. Rema's life was complete with this crazy little rocker. And Miyabi's life was complete in having such a supportive and strong woman to be her pillar and encouragement. Nothing could've beat what they had.