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Those Left Behind	By : stephfarrow94 Category: +G to L > Katekyo Hitman Reborn Views: 5549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Those Left Behind
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- 8-8
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- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
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- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
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- 21-21
- 22-22
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- 24-24
- 25-25
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- 27-27
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I feel as if I have failed this chapter. I know what I wanted to convey, but no matter how much time I spent reading over it and changing things, it doesn’t feel the way I wanted it to be. Oh, well. I guess you guys will get the gist anyway, and that’s the important thing.
Yamamoto didn’t feel comfortable wandering the alleys at night; anyone could be back here, and if something happened...
“Gotta find Fran...” Yamamoto encouraged himself, knowing he had to do this; it had been nearly two weeks since Fran had gone missing, and with the boy’s mental health as it was, things weren’t looking good at all. “C’mon... Fran, where are you...?”
It was near-silent in the alleys, the only sounds audible Yamamoto’s breathing and the heavy rain. It was cold and wet, and the therapist was certain he was going to come out of this with a cold – but imagine what Fran would come out of this with...
“Have to find him...”
Yamamoto was extra alert, aware of the danger he was putting himself in by being here – but when a familiar whimper caught his ears, the dark-haired male hurried forward.
“Fran...?” Yamamoto was shocked to find the teal-haired boy lying in a deep puddle of water. His clothing was askew, and there were hints of blood and possibly semen in his hair, but it was the syringes that lay scattered around his scrawny body that really horrified the older male – who knew what was in them, or what diseases they carried. “Fran!”
Fran screamed as Yamamoto approached him, but it seemed he wasn’t coherent enough to get away on his own; he merely twitched where he laid, tears falling down his cheeks as he stared at Yamamoto with terror in his eyes. Harsh pants and moans escaped parted lips, and the older male could only imagine why.
“Fran, what happened?!” Yamamoto knelt by the younger male. He reached out, knowing now wasn’t the time to keep his hands to himself; he had to get Fran out of here, and now. “Fran, please tell me.”
Fran just continued to scream as he was picked up from the ground. He thrashed weakly in the dark-haired male’s arms, tears slipping down pale cheeks as he cried. Yamamoto didn’t let this bother him; he instead pulled his phone from his pocket and dialled the police officers working the case, letting them know the location Fran had been found in – those syringes, and the horror Fran was in surely meant someone had hurt him.
“I’m going to get you to the hospital, Fran,” Yamamoto promised once he had ended the phone call. “We’re going to go to the hospital and they’ll fix you up; I promise.”
Fran didn’t seem to hear any of Yamamoto’s words; he instead sobbed, too tired to deal with this; he wanted to die, and he wanted to die now.
It wasn’t until the therapist got his patient into his car did he get a proper look at Fran; the boy’s clothing was torn, and in places there were white stains which the young man could recognise as semen. There was dried blood clinging to his skin, a few fresh drops falling from a cut on the boy’s face, but what hurt Yamamoto the most was the fact that while Fran’s pants had been lowered – clearly just enough for someone to do what they wanted with the teal-haired male – it was clear that the boy was aroused.
Yamamoto – despite how naive he could be – was able to link this together with those syringes, and it was then he realised; Fran had been sexually stimulated some time before Yamamoto got there.
Whether or not this had been occurring for just a few hours or even the entire two weeks Fran was gone, Yamamoto had no idea – but that wasn’t important; what mattered was that this experience had probably shattered whatever progress the boy had been making.
The Japanese male tried to ignore the sounds Fran made and instead focus on his driving, but it was so hard to do when Fran kept staring at him with terror-stricken eyes as if he expected Yamamoto to rape him any second now.
The whimpers, gasps and moans Fran made were enough to make the older male feel as if he could throw up – he had never been fond of the idea of sexual stimulants, and someone using them to force someone else so much younger and weaker...
Yamamoto couldn’t help but pull the car over to the side of the road. Beneath the light of the street lamp, he could see the way Fran pushed at his lap, as if the boy was trying his hardest to hide his arousal, and the sad, frightened look he donned made it all the more clear that all the hard work that had been put into Fran’s treatment may now have to be started all over again.
“Do you want me to get rid of that for you...?” Yamamoto turned the car off before he turned to look at Fran. He had no intention of so much as making the younger uncomfortable; he just wanted Fran to be okay.
Fran pushed himself against the car door as he shook his head, tears falling harder down his cheeks. His body shook violently, his mind utter chaos.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Fran,” the young man promised. “It’s just... I know what they did to you... It’s scaring you, isn’t it?”
Fran didn’t reply to this; he just ducked his head as he pressed harder at his lap, wanting this torture to go away; it was as if the slightest touch of his clothing against his skin made it feel so unbearably pleasant, it was just like the touches his father gave him.
“M-master...!” Fran whimpered, wanting nothing more than to feel Mukuro’s arms wrapped around him. He shuddered as a particularly strong wave of arousal washed through him, just wanting to be dead. “Master...!”
Yamamoto couldn’t handle this anymore; he knew he wouldn’t be able to cope with this for the rest of the drive to the hospital – he needed to do what he could to help Fran now.
Opening the car door, Yamamoto made his way over to the passenger side. He ignored Fran’s screams as he grabbed the boy, knowing that if he could just help relieve some of the physical stress, Fran may calm down.
Sitting in the backseat, Yamamoto held Fran close to him. “Shh... It’s okay, Fran. It’s okay. Calm down... I’m not going to hurt you.”
Fran just trembled beneath Yamamoto’s touch, fearing that he was again about to be used the way everyone else seemed to use him. “D-don’t... Please...”
“Shh...” The dark-haired male rested his hand against Fran’s hip, not wanting to scare the other more than he already was. “Shh, it’s okay, Fran. I’m just going to get rid of this for you, and hopefully you’ll feel better.”
Fran whimpered as a hand wrapped around his hard length. He sobbed, reaching up to scratch as his cuts; he needed something – anything – to distract him from what was happening. “Master!”
Yamamoto’s touch was overwhelming, the boy’s body far more sensitive than it should be. The older male was gentle, so vastly different from the cruel, harsh touches he was used to receiving – it didn’t make him enjoy it any more than those ones, however.
“Master!” Fran wailed again, wanting the blue-haired man to come back and rescue him. “Master!”
Yamamoto stilled his hand. He smiled sadly at the boy, reaching up to cup the younger’s face. “I know this is hard for you, but I promise you it can feel good for you. I understand you’re scared, but I don’t want you to be; I only want you to feel okay. It will feel good for you if you try and imagine I’m someone you’re comfortable with.”
Fran heard the man, despite his lack of acknowledgement. He sniffed as he trembled, frightened beyond belief, but when the hand around him started moving again, he couldn’t help but replace the image of Yamamoto with one of Belphegor, a desperate attempt at keeping his sanity.
The boy didn’t know why the idea of doing this with Bel made him feel safe – never before had this kind of thing done anything but terrify him into a wish for death. Was it because Bel had been through the same pain? Or did Fran just trust Bel to know how much this hurt, and to be kind to him?
“A-ah...” Fran’s fearful expression melted from his face now, replaced by one of indifference. He looked blank as he raised a bloodied hand to his mouth, trying to hide his whimper of pleasure. It wasn’t that Fran wanted this to feel good; it was simply that his body was hypersensitive right now, and no matter how he was feeling, he couldn’t deny that this was pleasurable.
Yamamoto nodded, knowing Fran was starting to cooperate.
The therapist rubbed his thumb against Fran’s tip, drawing another whimper from the boy. Fran was still scared, tears slipping down his cheeks, but he wasn’t protesting anymore – not when he was soothing himself with the idea of Bel being the one to touch him like this.
Within seconds, Fran exploded all over his therapist’s hand, but Yamamoto knew this wasn’t enough for the boy; Fran was still hard, and it seemed that the younger was embarrassed by this as Fran started to cry again, his body tensing as he tried to pull away.
“It’s okay...” Yamamoto pulled the younger onto his lap before he reached over and opened the storage compartment in between the two front seats. He pulled out a small box of condoms, kept there for whenever he and Gokudera needed to pull over and have some time to themselves. “I’m not going to hurt you...”
Fran shivered and gasped, his body feeling as if it were on fire. He was vaguely aware of the sounds of a packet opening, and though he panicked seconds later as he felt something rub against his abused entrance, it took just a bit more reassurance from whom he was seeing at Belphegor to relax him.
“It’s okay,” Yamamoto whispered as he threaded long digits through teal locks. “It’s okay. Shh... Nice and easy...”
“Ah... A-ahh...!” Fran cried out as he was entered – if there was one thing years of abuse had taught him, it was that the only reason it didn’t feel as if he was being torn in two was because of the abuse earlier; he was somewhat looser than usual, blood lubricating the entrance.
“Shh...” Yamamoto held himself still for a few seconds, letting Fran adjust to his size; he had no idea what Fran was used to, but the thought that such a young boy had lost his virginity and been with countless people since he was little was sickening, almost enough for him to lose all sexual interest. “...Gokudera...”
Fran whimpered as he felt the man begin to move once more. He shifted his hips, allowing the shaft to slide easier inside of him. He gasped and panted, the touches making his trembling worse than it had been in a while thanks to the effects of whatever he had been drugged with.
“B-bel-senpai...” Fran heard himself whispering, tensing as a spot inside of him was struck that sent waves of pleasure through his tiny body. “Bel...senpai...”
“That’s it...” Yamamoto caressed teal hair gently, never increasing the tempo; he was a gentle lover, and he rarely did anything more than a slow pace. “Yeah, just like that...”
“Bel...” Fran scrunched his nose up as he whimpered, feeling a coil in his stomach snap. “S-senpai...”
“Gokudera...”
Fran cried out as he felt himself hitting his climax. He spurted his seed all over their stomachs, his muscle contractions milking Yamamoto to a release as well.
Yamamoto was relaxed as he held the boy on his lap; he was just glad that Fran seemed to have calmed down enough to stop panicking, even if he continued to tremble and cry.
“How about you have a sleep?” Yamamoto suggested. He pulled the condom from his shaft before he wrapped it back in its packet, knowing better than to throw it out of the window; he would much rather wait until he found a bin than throw it somewhere little kids could find it.
Fran nodded, just glad that his physical arousal had finally disappeared; he didn’t know how much more of that he could handle. The boy was placid as he was wrapped in Yamamoto’s jacket and returned to the front passenger seat and, within seconds of the car starting back up, was fast asleep.
Yamamoto – now that his head was clear – wondered if he had done the right thing; what if that condom had broken and he had contaminated the evidence? What if Fran had picked up an STD that the condom would fail to prevent? But worst of all, how was he going to explain this to Gokudera, who wasn’t an understanding person by nature...?
The dark-haired man sighed as he shook his head, knowing that his caring personality had just gotten him into something he knew he’d have to talk to Gokudera about.
~~XX~~
Yamamoto knew their local hospital was generally useless when it came to the facility’s patients, but the young man had honestly thought that they may make an honest exception for Fran – only to stand there and argue as they refused to so much as test the boy for anything he may have picked up.
It took quite a while, but after finally convincing the nurses to at least test him, Yamamoto had taken Fran back to his home, knowing there was no use taking him to the facility at four in the morning where he would probably scare himself silly.
Fran was awake and silent as he listened to the keys jingle as his therapist unlocked the front door. He was being carried into the house, and as much as he wanted to protest, he couldn’t find the strength; after screaming himself hoarse at the nurses, he had been sedated rather quickly, and still felt the effects.
“Oops.”
Fran moved tired eyes to Yamamoto’s face at the man’s voice.
“Sorry, Jiro; I didn’t see you there.”
Fran whimpered as he heard something move in front of them, only to be soothed by Yamamoto’s voice.
“It’s okay,” the Japanese male reassured. “It’s just my dog; I almost stepped on him.”
Fran nodded, his head resting against a strong chest. He moaned softly as the light was switched on, his head burning from the sudden brightness.
“Sorry,” Yamamoto apologised. He took Fran down the hallway and turned into the second room on the right. He didn’t flick the light in this room on, but he did speak to someone else. “Gokudera? Are you awake?”
Gokudera stirred before he sat up in the large bed pushed against the middle of the wall. He rubbed at his eyes before he nodded, his voice slurred. “Wha’ is’t...?”
“I found Fran,” the younger male explained. “He’s... Well, I’ll tell you in the morning. Is it okay if he sleeps with us?”
“Fuck no...” Gokudera seemed a tad more alert at this question, his usual uncaring tone in his voice. “Put him in the spare room or somethin’...”
“Gokudera...”
The silver-haired male just lay back down, pulling his kitten closer to him as he did so. It was clear he wasn’t in the mood to carry this conversation, so Yamamoto did as he was told.
“I’m going to put you in the spare bedroom for now, okay?” Yamamoto said softly as he moved into the room across from their own. “You’ll be safe here; no one’s going to hurt you.”
Fran just watched with wary eyes. He flinched as he was brought closer to the single bed resting against the far wall, starting to tremble as he realised he was expected to lay on that thing – if he was placed on it, he would be, without a doubt, raped once again.
“N-no...” Fran made an agitated noise as he tried to press closer to Yamamoto, turning his head away from the bed. “Don’t... Don’t make me...”
“Shh...” Yamamoto understood, and he kicked himself for having forgotten about Fran’s phobia of beds. He instead shifted the younger into one arm as he pulled the blankets from the bed, spreading them out on the floor. He held Fran until the pillows were down as well, letting him go only once the makeshift bed was ready. “Do you want my dog to spend the night with you? He won’t let anyone hurt you.”
Fran nodded; he had never known the comfort of an animal before, but he was sure he would like it more than a person’s presence – people were evil, and it was hard to find someone who wasn’t.
“Jiro!” Yamamoto moved back to the bedroom door as he called again for his dog. He grinned when the fluffy brown dog entered the room, watching as Jiro approached the boy on the floor. “He’ll sleep next to you, Fran; he’s getting old, so try not to get him excited, okay?”
Fran nodded. He raised a shaking hand, guiding his fingers through the silky fur. He flinched as a hot tongue licked at his hand, but he soon relaxed; it wasn’t the same as to what he was used to, and this he would much rather prefer.
Yamamoto watched the two for a while longer before he left the room, returning to his own bedroom. He carefully shifted Uri so the kitten wasn’t lying between them, putting the animal instead on the other side of Gokudera.
“Gokudera...” Yamamoto pulled his lover close to him as he caressed silver strands. “Gokudera, I love you. ...I’m sorry...”
Gokudera didn’t reply; he was once again fast asleep.
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