BUSHI One Shot Collection

Lost Chance

Pairing: Bushi/FC

Category: Angst/Smut

Word Count: 1818

Warnings: Smut, language, choking

It had been just over three years since you had made the biggest mistake of your life in walking away from Bushi. At the time it had seemed like the right thing to do. His career was taking off, he was traveling the world and it was hard on both of you. After too many lonely nights you had ended it. Shattering his heart and breaking your own in the process. You loved him. More than you had thought apparently as three years later you were still alone and pining after him. You just couldn't move on. Nobody could measure up to Bushi in your mind. Every date you went on your partner was compared to Bushi and found lacking. If it ever did proceed to the sex stage they couldn't make you feel like he did.

The first few times New Japan had come through your town you had stayed far away. Unable to handle the heartbreak and the thought of seeing him again. Instead you stayed locked in your house until they moved on. You couldn't imagine accidentally running into him in public. However tonight you had bought a ticket to the show. Front row. It had cost you a pretty penny, but you couldn't go on like this. You had to see if there was any hope for the two of you.

If you didn't know him so well you would have thought he didn't notice you. Bushi covered it well, only pausing for a slight beat as his gaze fell on you. Not enough for anybody in the audience to notice. But his stablemate sure did. The hulking man with the hooded robe and scythe immediately locked eyes on you as he ushered Bushi past you to the stairs making shivers run through you. Once they were all on the apron you felt like the center of attention as the four other men with Bushi gathered around him while he stared at you. You always hated his masks. You couldn't get a read on him when he wore them. Though you were grateful for the privacy they afforded you in your personal lives. Your breakup had come before he had joined this group, so you weren't familiar with them, but judging by their actions they were rather close to Bushi. Protective if the side-eyed glares you were receiving were any indication.

It had been a long time since you had seen Bushi in action and you found yourself impressed by just how fluid he was in the ring, his passion unmistakable. You felt a stab of guilt for trying to make him quit what he loved for you. In that moment you felt incredibly selfish. You had known what Bushi did for a living when you started dating him. He had warned you what it entailed and after a lot of deep thought you had assured him that you were in it for the long haul. That you would be by his side as he pursued his career and you could deal with the lonely nights. Until you couldn't anymore. The breakup had been nasty. You had thrown his career in his face; accused him of cheating though you knew he wasn't. You had given him an ultimatum of his career or you before immediately retracting it and declaring yourself done regardless. Once it was out you couldn't take it back and the hurt on Bushi's face had about killed you. So you had walked out on him.

Pulling yourself from your thoughts as the bell rang you tried to get Bushi's attention through the wall of protectors he had seemed to find for himself.

"Bushi!" You yelled making him look at you only to be ushered along by his friends. Reaching out in desperation you grabbed the arm of the one closest to you and pressing the piece of paper you had written a note and your number on in his hand. The man with the black cap on looked from you to the number and then turned without a word.

Shoulders slumping you left the arena knowing you had done everything you could. It was out of your hands now. All you could do was hope your note made its way to Bushi and he contacted you. Checking into the hotel you turned on the TV paying mindless attention to the movie as you checked your phone every five minutes in hopes of a message or call. Just as you were about to turn in for the night a message lit up your phone. Holding your breath as you read it you nearly cried in excitement when you read the text from Bushi saying he was in the hotel bar. Telling him you would be down in ten minutes you hurried into the bathroom for a quick freshen up before digging through your suitcase and pulling out the slinky red dress you had brought just for this occasion. Bushi had always loved you in red and you were willing to pull out whatever stops were necessary to get him back.