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Those Left Behind	By : stephfarrow94 Category: +G to L > Katekyo Hitman Reborn Views: 5535 -:- 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
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
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“Mornin’, Gokudera.” Yamamoto found his lover in the kitchen the next morning, the silver-haired male standing by the stove as he worked on breakfast. He embraced the smaller man tightly as he nuzzled a warm neck in a loving manner, knowing he still had to talk things out with Gokudera, but not knowing how – he’d give it a bit and hope he would know what to say, but he had no intention of keeping it from his lover for longer than he had to.
“Tch...” Gokudera shrugged the taller male off, his green eyes focused on the pancakes he was cooking. “Get off me, baseball idiot; your sleeve will catch fire, stupid.”
Yamamoto’s smile was as gentle as ever as he did as requested, stepping back to give the weaker male room. “Are you almost finished cooking?”
“Nearly. Aren’t you going to wake that brat up and get him ready?”
Checking his watch, Yamamoto’s smile never faltered. “We still have a while before our shifts start; he can have a shower after he eats something. Do you think you can wash his clothing for him?”
“I’m not a fucking miracle worker!” Gokudera snapped. “Jesus! What’s he supposed to wear in the meantime?!”
Gokudera had never been a morning person, so Yamamoto didn’t take his attitude personally; he instead just sheepishly scratched at his cheek as he laughed, his eyes as soft as usual. “He can wear something of mine until his own dries, Gokudera.”
“He’s not even supposed to be here!” Gokudera growled as he violently stabbed one of the pancakes out of the saucer. “Do you know how much trouble you’ll be in if Hibari finds out?!”
“Ah, but Tsuna wouldn’t mind; he’d say I did the right thing – I tried to take him to the hospital, but they wouldn’t accept him. I wasn’t going to take him back there in the middle of the night when it’s dark and everyone’s asleep; he would have been so scared.”
The silver-haired male sighed. “You’re too soft, you idiot...”
Yamamoto laughed. “Everyone says that. I’m going to go wake him up now. I’ll be back, Gokudera.”
“Tch... Idiot...” Gokudera rolled his eyes as his lover’s footsteps faded away in the background. “You’re lucky I love you...”
~~XX~~
Fran – surprisingly, to Gokudera – was well-behaved during breakfast. He sat quietly in his chair, nibbling at his pancakes slowly as he listened to the two adults converse. He didn’t speak or look at them, but he complied when Yamamoto kindly asked him to try and eat a little faster.
It was having a shower that was the main issue; back at the facility, the boy had Mukuro to keep him comfortable, but here he was alone and forced to let Yamamoto into the bathroom because of the razors and whatnot the adults owned.
It hadn’t been easy coaxing the boy out of his clothes, taking them from the room and into the laundry, and then getting him under the warm flow of water – but there was no way Yamamoto was taking him back to the facility covered in blood and semen where everyone would undoubtedly see.
To Yamamoto’s relief, Fran had been slightly more accepting of having a shower now that there was a bit of heat to it. He had his back to the man as he let the water slide down his skin, turning his head every now and then to make sure Yamamoto stayed by the door.
The man was patient as he sat on a stool he had found stored away, looking out of the window as he hummed to himself. He was thinking about his last baseball match, distracting himself with the idea that, if he were lucky, he could convince Gokudera to come out to the baseball nets with him after their shifts today.
“Takeshi...”
Dark eyes blinked as they looked at Fran; this was the first time the boy had willingly spoken to a staff member since his arrival at the facility. “Yes?”
“...” Fran bit his lip as he looked away, seemingly uncomfortable with this situation. “...I... need shampoo...”
“Ah.” Yamamoto smiled as he moved to the cabinet propped up on the wall opposite the shower. He grabbed the bottle of shampoo Gokudera had bought the previous day, having used the last of the other bottle last night. “There you go; it’ll make your hair feel nice and soft.”
“...Master... says my hair is good when it’s clean...” Fran kept his back to the man as he accepted the bottle, revealing his scarred flesh to the Japanese male.
“It’s much cleaner,” Yamamoto agreed. “Do you want some conditioner, too?”
“Please...”
Yamamoto handed over the yellow bottle before he took his spot back on the stool. He was calm as he waited patiently for Fran to finish his shower, and once he heard the taps turn off slowly, he grabbed the towel hanging on the rack next to him.
“Here’s a towel.” The older male wrapped the thin material around Fran’s shoulders once the smaller one got out. “If you go back to the spare room, I’ll have some clothes I can lend you until yours are ready. It won’t take long now.”
Fran nodded. He walked slowly back to the spare bedroom, curling up in a corner as he waited for the man to come back.
Within minutes, Yamamoto had returned and helped the boy redress.
“Hey, Fran?” Yamamoto’s smile dropped now, and he couldn’t find the strength to try and bring it back when emotionless eyes fixed on him. “About last night... I, uh... I won’t do it again, okay?”
Fran shrugged. He looked away as he spoke, in a voice laced with emotional pain. “Everyone else does it... I guess it’s all I’m good for... I don’t care anymore... You can do it again if you wish... You were gentler than everyone else... I won’t fight it anymore...”
“Fran, that’s not the way to look at it.” Yamamoto would love to hug the boy, but he knew better; he instead kept his hands to himself, just trying to soothe the boy with words, but it seemed Fran didn’t want to be soothed – not when he was feeling so bad.
“Why not...?” Fran whispered, his eyes filling with tears. “It’s all I know, Takeshi... I wouldn’t know what to do without it... That’s why... I want to die so much... I don’t want it, but... I need it...”
Fran’s back slid down the wall, his knees pulling up to his chest. He buried his face against them as he rocked back and forth, crying just as hard as he had last night. Yamamoto stayed with him, knowing that sometimes, words didn’t need to be spoken for someone to know they weren’t alone.
~~XX~~
Mealtimes at the facility were often difficult and full of stress for the staff member on duty; the patients fought amongst themselves so often, there had been consideration on just delivering meals to the patients’ rooms instead.
Today, it seemed that the main ruckus was caused by Squalo and Xanxus – as it usually was.
“Fuck off, trash!”
Both Hibari and Dino glanced up from the table they had been sitting at, discussing something quietly. While the skylark remained where he was silently, Dino made his way over to the two, knowing full-well that they were violent and could potentially hurt the other if not stopped now.
“Squalo, what’s going on?” Dino made his way over to his friend’s side, putting a warm hand on a quivering shoulder. He didn’t flinch when dark eyes fixed on him; he instead frowned as he noticed the well-hidden look of sadness and desperation he had known in Squalo for years.
“It doesn’t matter...” Squalo growled out through grinding teeth. He raised a shaking hand, pointing accusingly at Xanxus. “It’s his fault... He doesn’t...”
Xanxus stood up now, moving to grab Squalo by the shoulders and force him to his feet. He put his weight forward as he shoved the younger male along until he had slammed Squalo into the wall. He leant in close, shrugging off the ones trying to pull him away. He hissed into Squalo’s ear, “You think a mafia boss would ever love someone like you? You’re nothing but a tool to complete my organisation.”
Squalo remained quiet at these words, his gaze dropping to the ground. He waited until strong hands released him before he ran from the room, ignoring Dino’s calls for him to wait.
“What did you say to him, Xanxus?” Dino was gentle, caring person by nature, but he cared deeply for Squalo, and he wouldn’t let anyone hurt the younger male.
“He thinks I love him.” Xanxus scoffed, as if the thought amused him. “He’s just a pawn; nothing more, nothing less.”
Dino didn’t reply to this; he instead turned around and chased after Squalo, almost running into Yamamoto who was just entering the room. After throwing a quick apology over his shoulder, Dino continued on, worried greatly about Squalo.
Yamamoto watched the older male leave before he looked down at the boy in his arms, shrugging. He adjusted the blanket he had wrapped Fran in before leaving the house, smiling down at him. “It’s alright, Fran; it was just an accident.”
Hibari hadn’t moved from his spot at the table, his dark eyes instead watching Xanxus closely. He only focused on Yamamoto once the taller male was standing by his side, a thoughtful look on his face.
“You found the herbivore?” Hibari asked quietly. “Where was he?”
“In an alleyway.” Yamamoto run a hand through teal hair before he explained things. “He was, uh... Assaulted, and the hospital wouldn’t help. I kept him at my home overnight and observed him.”
Hibari nodded, knowing he’d deal with Yamamoto’s actions another time. “Take him to his room; I’ll deal with him later.”
“Ah, is Mukuro around?”
“He’s come down with a bad case of flu and is currently resting in the infirmary. Take him to his room.”
Yamamoto nodded, though he had no intention of taking Fran to his room; the boy needed someone, and he shouldn’t just be dumped in a room all by himself. Instead, he asked, “What was Dino in a rush for?”
“Those two herbivores were at it again.” Hibari’s eyes focused on Xanxus once more, finding the older male seemingly calm as he continued eating his breakfast. “The shark herbivore ran off, so Cavallone followed him.”
“I’ll stop by and see if I can help. C’mon, Fran.” As expected, Fran didn’t say anything; he just remained peacefully in the young man’s arms, too tired to put up resistance.
It was silent between the two as Yamamoto took Fran down to the Varia Wing, neither of them needing to speak; Fran was content listening to the therapist hum, though it still would have been nice to be with Mukuro instead.
Where is Master, anyway...? Teal eyes started scanning the area, as if Mukuro could be found hiding in the smallest crack. I thought he’d have been here... Why is – keys...?
“Oops.” Yamamoto leant down to pick up the bundle of keys he had just dropped, having pulled them out of his pocket. He sorted through them quickly before he slipped one into the door they were standing in front of.
Fran recognised the room as soon as the door swung open, revealing the same tousle-haired blond restrained to the same bed Fran had slowly become familiar with.
“Belphegor?” Yamamoto kicked the door shut behind him as he approached the bed, aware of the fact the blond had tilted his head slightly towards him. “Can you do something for me, please?”
“Why should the prince do anything for the peasant...?” Bel’s voice was raspy today, a hint of exhaustion evident in the tone. “No one ever does anything for him...”
Yamamoto was familiar with this side of Bel; it was the depressed side that was so well hidden, most people assumed it wasn’t there. It wasn’t fair for Bel to be kept in bed all day every day, but he was just too dangerous to be let free – it hurt the staff as much as it did Belphegor, but there was nothing they could do.
“If you’ll look after Fran for me, I promise I’ll talk to Hibari-san and see if he’ll let you have the rest of the day out of your room. Does that sound fair?” Yamamoto had already approached the chair that rested by the bed, and he was in the process of gently seating Fran onto it.
Bel made an agitated noise before he tried to shift his position, the restraints becoming taut at his movements. “No; the prince never wants to come back to his room! He wants to be out!”
“You know we can’t do that, Belphegor.” The Japanese male wrapped the blanket tighter around Fran before he stood up straight, moving to stand by Bel’s side. “I can try and get you out of here more often, but that’s all I can do. I’m really sorry.”
“I hate it here!” Bel screamed, scrabbling at air. A single tear slid down a pale cheek before he sniffed. “I... hate it here... So much...”
“I know...” Yamamoto sighed as he ran a hand through blond locks. He didn’t flinch as the other snarled at him, wishing there was something more he could do. “It’s really horrible, and we hate it, too, Belphegor.”
“I wish I could die...” Bel whispered, more tears following the first one. “I want to die... Please... I’ll do it myself... Just give me something and I’ll have it done in a second... Please...”
“Belphegor, that’s not the answer at all.” Yamamoto glanced to his side as Fran approached them. He reached out to stop the boy as he clambered onto the bed, the blanket still wrapped around the youngest, but he stopped when he noticed Bel was accepting of Fran’s actions. “I know it must be really hard with everything you’ve been through, but –“
“-You know nothing,” the blond hissed, his fingers curling desperately into what little of Fran he could touch. “Don’t ever act like you do!”
“I’m sorry, Belphegor; I didn’t mean to sound condescending. I just –“
“-You have no idea... what they say to me...” Bel choked on a sob at his own words. “They tell me things... Things you couldn’t even imagine... They’re no different to the things my family said to me... And living with the acknowledgement that... that I’m nothing but a filthy whore... Disgusting and unwanted... The things my brother did to me... Why do I still have to hear their whispers when I’m trying to sleep...? Why can’t they leave me alone?! Everyone...! I’m so... tired... So fucking tired... And you bastards can’t even have the decency to let me off this fucking bed...! You’re all assholes... I hate you all so fucking much...”
“Bel-senpai...” Fran reached out, his small fingers caressing a damp cheek. “Bel-senpai, it’s okay...”
“No, it’s not, Froggy...” Bel didn’t even question Fran’s sudden reappearance, just too defeated to be able to burden anything else. “No, it’s not... It will never be okay...”
Fran didn’t reply verbally; he instead pressed his lips to Bel’s, softly at first, curious. He became more confident when he felt the kiss was returned, but he pulled away as soon as a tongue brushed against his lips, asking for entrance.
“No, senpai...” The boy whispered, clutching his blanket tighter. “I don’t want... to kiss like that... It’s scary...”
Bel just nodded, not in the mood to argue. He let his body fall limp as he sighed, wishing with all his being he could fall asleep – but he hadn’t gotten a moment’s peace all night, which meant he had been awake for well over seventy-two hours already, and it wasn’t looking like he’d fall asleep any time soon.
“Don’t leave me, Froggy...” Bel sniffed again, wanting to move closer but unable to. “Please... Don’t leave me alone... Everyone else does...”
“I won’t, senpai...” Fran rolled himself closer so that he was nestled against a warm chest, adjusting his blanket so that it rested over them both; for whatever reason, Bel had kicked away his own blankets. “I’ll stay with you.”
Bel just nodded, fighting against his drooping eyelids; as tired as he was, he was almost too afraid to sleep in fear of what his dreams would bring him.
Yamamoto, who had observed silently, bid them both goodbye before he left the room, closing the door as quietly as he could; he was hoping that with someone by his side, Bel would finally get some rest – the blond was a handful to deal with already, and it was only ever made worse when he wouldn’t sleep.
Making his way over to Squalo’s room instead, Yamamoto knocked politely before he entered. Squalo and Dino were sitting on the bed together, the silver-haired male crying into his hands while Dino hugged him tightly.
“Squalo?” The dark-haired male moved to stand before his patient, looking at Dino. “What happened?”
“He won’t tell me; he wants me to leave.” Dino frowned as he looked at his friend, hating whenever Squalo would shut himself off like this. “I just... I’m worried about doing so...”
Yamamoto nodded, knowing Dino’s fears were very real; Squalo was depressed, and he did have suicidal behaviour; the blond probably felt guilty enough on a daily basis for having been unable to help him sooner.
“Squalo, want to tell me what happened?” Yamamoto reached out, putting a hand on the man’s knee. He wasn’t surprised when the older male kicked out at him, not taking it to heart; Squalo just wanted to be alone. “Does it have anything to do with Xanxus?”
“Fuck off!” Squalo screamed, lashing out at his friend. He shoved Dino away from him before he aimed a punch at the older male, hating everyone right now. “Leave me the fuck alone, you dumb shit! I hate you both so much! Get the fuck out of my room and don’t come back!”
Yamamoto raised his hands defensively as Dino scurried away, putting distance between them wisely. “Squalo, please calm down. If you’ll just tell me what hap –“
“-It’s not your fucking business, you nosy little brat!” The long-haired man shouted. “Stay the fuck out of my life! You, too, Bucking Horse! You always claimed to care, but where were you when I needed you?! You hardly ever let me see that you cared until I came here! And still... You hardly even fucking come to see me anymore, and you expect me to believe you fucking care?! You only ever get your ass over here because of your fucking boyfriend! You don’t care – you never did!”
Both Dino and Yamamoto knew that wasn’t true; Dino had done everything he could when they were younger – hell, he had often stayed up all night on the phone talking to Squalo, trying to coax him out of committing suicide, not to mention the many times he had spent the night at the younger’s house just because Squalo needed a shoulder to lean on.
The sad reality was that Squalo truly believed his own words – not through any fault of his own or even Dino’s, but because his illness was such a lonely one, it was hard to be able to feel as if people are there for you.
Yamamoto knew Squalo well enough to know that the man needed time to cool down – trying to get him to talk in this state would do no good.
“Dino, let’s give him some alone time.” Yamamoto patted the blond’s arm as he turned around, heading to the door. He waited until they were out of the room and well out of earshot before he said, “I’ll have someone make sure he has no access to the kitchen today, just in case he has a plan...”
Dino nodded, just wishing his friend didn’t have to suffer so much. It hurt to hear Squalo’s words, but he knew they weren’t true – that was the important thing.
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