Kazuchika Okada One Shot Collection

Where We Go

Featuring: Kazuchika Okada

Category: Angst

Word Count: 1032

Warnings: language, arguing

 "I don't know what you want from me"

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Disbelief was my prevalent emotion. Long tense moments passed with the two of us staring at each other in silence. After everything we had been through together, the years of friendship and love, and he said something like that? I willed him to take back the words, to realize what he had said and come to his senses.

"I don't know what you want from me."

The words hung heavy in the air, my heart tightening with every passing second with no retraction.

"Two years and you don't know what I want from you?" I finally spoke, incredulity coloring my words as I silently willed him to take back those hurtful words. This wasn't the man I knew. This wasn't my little Kazu. The one who brought me flowers for no reason; who would rush home to cook dinner just so I could have a night off; who would call me in the middle of the night just because he woke up and wanted to hear my voice.

Tears welled in my eyes as I realized it had been over a month since he had done any of those things. Swallowing past the lump in my throat I met Kazu's eyes. Only my Kazu wasn't there. Instead I stared into blank cold eyes. Ones I had seen before but never directed at me. These eyes belonged to the Rainmaker. Over the course of our relationship I had reconciled that there was another side of Kazu, a side that made him the phenomenal wrestler that he was, a cold hearted, calculating, brutal side. I had borne witness to it throughout our romance, never imagining it would come to this.

"I take care of you. I buy you nice things. I make sure you don't have to work. What more do you want from me?" Okada asked.

"You think that's what I need? For you to buy me things? Spend money on me? Is that what you really think?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. What had happened to my Kazu? Had something happened to change him, or had I been following myself all along.

"I need affection Kazu. For you to ask how my day was. To call me just to say hi. Is it too much to ask for a hug and kiss when you walk in the door? Do you even remember the last time we made love?" My voice rose with every question, emotions pouring out of me as I confronted him.

"I don't need to ask how your day was. I know. It's the same day you've had for the past two years." Okada said flatly. "You go out for breakfast, get a massage; and then do some shopping. Then comes lunch with one of your girlfriends that you always pay for and then some more shopping. Then you come home and put away all the pretty things my money bought for you and cry to me how exhausted you are after your hard day."

I reeled back as if he had slapped me, mouth gaped in surprise at the bitterness in his voice. This was the first time I was hearing any complaints about the way I spent my time.

"You're the one that wanted me to stay home." I said after a moment. "You wanted me to always be available for you."

"Yes. Available for me. And you're not." Okada said. "I call you wanted to come home for lunch and where are you? Out with the girls. I come home early to spend some time together and where are you? Out shopping. You have more of a relationship with my credit card than you do with me."

Drawing a ragged breath I turned away walking over to the couch and sinking down into it. How had things gotten this strained without me noticing? Kazu stayed where he was, arms folded over his chest leaning against the counter with an unreadable expression. I didn't know what he was expecting of me. Was I supposed to just sit at home all day long on the off chance he would call? Ditch out on my friends the second my phone rang to come satiate his needs?

"I'm not a whore." I finally said. "I don't have to run and fuck you just because I spend your money."

"As my girlfriend you should want to." Kazu retorted. "I shouldn't have to beg you to fuck me."

Once again we were caught in an impasse, neither side willing to concede. I felt he was being unreasonable in his demands and Kazu felt like I was taking him for granted. I watched with a heavy heart as he pushed away from the counter and walked towards the door. My words were caught in my throat as I watched him slip on his jacket and reach for the door handle. I wanted to scream at him, beg him not to go, to promise to be what he wanted but the words wouldn't come.

Hurt flashed in his eyes and for a second I saw my Kazu again before he turned and left, slamming the door in his wake. Tears welled in my eyes and I buried my head in my hands sobbing at the state of our relationship.

Leaning back against the cushions after my crying jag I stared at the long closed door. I didn't know if or when he was coming back. It was the middle of the night and I had no idea where he would go. Who he would turn to. I didn't know where we went from here, but it was obvious we had problems to work out.

I rose from the couch and turned off the lights heading down the long hallway to the bedroom I shared with Kazu. I sighed heavily as the empty bed beckoned me. Stripping I climbed beneath the luxurious bedding, grabbing his pillow and pulling it close to me. I breathed deeply, inhaling the familiar scent of my love drifting into a fitful sleep with worries of the future on my mind.