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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
- 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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“Don’t you think you should apologise to Squalo?”
“What the fuck for?”
“Xanxus...” Yamamoto sighed, knowing it was difficult working with said man at times. “Xanxus, you really hurt him.”
“Fucking trash shouldn’t have been bothering me when I was trying to eat.” Red eyes fixed on the younger male, hatred and anger prominent in them. “He kept trying to tell me he loved me. Stupid trash knows to leave me alone when I’m fucking eating – I don’t want to hear that sappy shit.”
“But, Xanxus, he really does love you.” The two were sitting in Xanxus’ room, the therapist trying his hardest to help the two older males out; he knew that, while the dark-haired male was as indifferent as ever, Squalo was really hurting over what had happened. “He loves you more than anything else in his life.”
“All I needed him for was to be the second-in-command of my organisation; I have no need for such petty emotions.” The older male lay down on his bed, his arms behind his head. “If he weren’t such a good lay, I probably wouldn’t have even indulged in his stupid wishes.”
The thing with Xanxus was that it was hard to tell when he genuinely felt a certain way, or when his delusions were messing around with him again. There were times the man would say one thing, but his actions would say another; his actions had always told everyone around him that he loved Squalo just as much as the long-haired male loved him, and though they had had their many fights, never before had Xanxus outright denied his affection for his boyfriend.
Yamamoto sincerely hoped it was just the taller male’s delusions messing him around again, because he worried that Squalo wouldn’t be able to take the betrayal if it were anything else.
“Speaking of which... tell the Sawada scum that we still haven’t fought to see who’d be the leader.” The man sneered before he added, “Fucking pussy.”
Yamamoto frowned as he ducked his head, knowing nothing he’d say would get through to the older male. He instead nodded as he stood up from the chair he had been sitting in, getting ready to leave. “I’m going to go and see Squalo now... Is there anything I should tell him from you?”
A smirk crossed the stronger male’s face as he nodded, his eyes shining with malice. “Tell him... thanks for the blowjobs.”
“Alright, Xanxus...” Yamamoto didn’t want to argue with his patient, knowing it would do no good anyway; the man would only cause another fuss, and he didn’t want to indulge in it. “I’ll be back later to check on you.”
“Fuck off already, trash.” Red eyes turned to the window opposite them, staring out into the sprawling green yards of the facility.
Yamamoto was silent as he left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. He moved to the room next to Xanxus’, finding Lussuria and Dino standing out the front of the closed door, seemingly trying to gain entrance.
“What’s going on?” The Japanese male asked as he approached the older two.
“Squalo won’t let us in.” Dino sighed as he let go of the doorhandle, he and Lussuria turning around to face Yamamoto. “He’s sitting up against the door.”
Worry crossed the youngest male’s face at these words, reaching out instinctively to knock on the door. “Is he okay...?”
“I think so; I can hear him moving around and crying.” The blond scratched his cheek at his words, wishing there was something he could do to help. “I guess he’s really hurting over what had happened...”
“Squal-chan, please open the door, sweetie!” Lussuria was pushing at it again, stopping only when the other shouted at him to fuck off. Sighing, he turned his attention back onto Yamamoto. “We don’t want to hurt him by forcing the door open...”
Yamamoto nodded, knowing their fears were reasonable; they didn’t know what kind of condition Squalo was in right now, and if he was as fragile as he sounded, they could do some damage to him, whether it be physical or mental. “You guys keep talking to him; I’ll be right back.”
Yamamoto crossed the hall, moving to Belphegor’s room. He slipped the key into the lock, opening the door. On the inside of the room, Fran was fast asleep, curled up beside the blond, while Belphegor himself was mumbling away, exhaustion evident in his very being; his voice was heavy, his body shaking and uncoordinated.
“I did what you asked of me...” Bel mumbled, turning to look anywhere but at his therapist. “He’s been looked after... Now let me out...”
“I am, Belphegor,” the Japanese male promised. He came to stand by the bed, reaching out to first undo the restraints over the blond’s legs. “I spoke to Hibari, and I talked him into letting you out – as long as you don’t cause any trouble, you can have the day out of your room.”
Belphegor made an agitated noise. “I don’t want the day out – I want a life out!”
“If you try and behave yourself, I’m sure I can talk to Hibari and get him to agree.” Yamamto moved up, undoing the restraint wrapped tightly around the man’s stomach. “Okay?”
A sob escaped Belphegor’s lips, a fresh tear running down his pale cheek. He shook his head, too frustrated to hear what was being said properly. “Get me out...”
“I’m trying, Belphegor.” Yamamoto reached out, patting blond hair. He didn’t comment on the snarl he received in return, knowing he should have expected it. “I really am.”
The blond moaned when his arms were freed next, immediately reaching up to wipe at his wet eyes. He had to wait for the chest restraint to be removed but, once it was, he sat up and pulled his knees to his chest. “Why are you all treating me like this...? Why is everyone else allowed out of their rooms and I can’t even leave my bed...?”
“I know, Belphegor...”
“Stop calling me that!” the man snapped angrily, reaching out to slap at the younger. “Stop calling me Belphegor! I hate it!”
“I’m sorry, Belph – Bel...”
“They always called me by my full name... Jill, too...” Bel shuddered as memories rang through his mind. “He always... called Belphegor out when he... when he was coming... So stop calling me by it!”
Yamamoto understood; the things Belphegor had to suffer through on a daily basis were, of course, heightened by his lack of sleep – he would be struggling unbelievably to cope with his emotions right now.
“Bel, you’re free to leave the room now,” Yamamoto gently pointed out. “I’m sure you’ll feel better if you go for a walk; it’ll get your chemicals flowing.”
Belphegor didn’t reply verbally; he just scooped Fran up into his arms as he clambered off the bed, staggering out of the room in one hell of an exhausted manner. Yamamoto hadn’t felt as bad for other patients as he did the blond.
~~XX~~
“I heard Yamamoto found Fran last night.” Shoichi took a bite out of the sandwich he was eating, his soft eyes focused on Gokudera. Spanner sat next to him, the three having grabbed a table together in the corner of the activities room. “Is he okay?”
Gokudera shrugged, picking at the sushi bento Yamamoto had prepared for them earlier. “Think so. We didn’t talk about it much.”
“You two don’t seem to talk about anything much,” Spanner observed. “A lot of the time, I have to wonder if you two are even happy together.”
“We are happy!” Gokudera defended. “We just... have different interests...”
“That’s not the best when it comes to chemistry,” the blond pointed out. “Do you guys even spend much time together outside of the bedroom?”
“Well...” Gokudera tensed at the question, knowing that if he were to answer it truthfully, he’d he admitting that as much as Yamamoto tried to get them to spend time together, the silver-haired male had a habit of pushing the taller one away in favour of solitude. “...I guess so...”
Shoichi and Spanner shared a knowing look before the redhead spoke, a shy smile on his face. “You know... Spanner and I do almost everything together, but we also have healthy distance in our relationship; maybe you should try and accept Yamamoto a little more – it mustn’t be very easy for him knowing his boyfriend wants to be by himself a lot of the time.”
“What are you two? My relationship counsellors?” Gokudera frowned. “If the baseball freak wasn’t happy, he’d have said something.”
“Calling your boyfriend by such a derogatory term might also be hurting him, as well as putting down his interest, Gokudera.” Spanner ran long fingers through red locks of hair, wrapping an arm around his partner’s shoulders. “You should try and be a bit more considerate to his feelings; he loves you and is patient with you now, but it might not always be that way.”
Gokudera closed his eyes, knowing the younger two were right, but also not knowing how to treat Yamamoto properly in their relationship; ever since their teen years, they had always acted this way to each other – how was he supposed to suddenly change now?
“I just – what is it, Byakuran?”
Gokudera opened his eyes again at Shoichi’s voice, finding one of the Millefiore patients had approached during their conversation. He watched as the white-haired male reached out, poking the redhead’s cheek.
“I just wanted to come say hi to Sho-chan~” Byakuran smiled brightly, completely disregarding the fact that Spanner was with them. “Is Sho-chan doing alright?”
“Yes, I am, thank you.” Shoichi would never treat one of the patients badly, and as unappreciative of the older male’s flirting as he was, he didn’t take it out on the other; he knew Spanner was too even-tempered to take offence to their interactions – the blond knew better than to think Shoichi would ever accept Byakuran’s advances. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
“Well...” Byakuran put the tips of his fingers together in a seemingly-innocent manner, “...I was wondering where Muku-chan had disappeared to~”
“He’s in the infirmary as he’s sick,” Shoichi explained, only to quickly continue on as he noticed the excited look cross the taller male’s face. “And he is not taking any visitors until he’s better, Byakuran.”
The white-haired male sighed before his playful smile reappeared. “Then may I play with Sho-chan for a while?”
“Sho-chan is enjoying his lunch, and then he will be going home early for a doctor’s appointment,” Spanner inputted, as calm as ever; he was well aware of the white-haired male’s infatuation with his boyfriend, but as long as Byakuran kept his hands off Shoichi, he could deal with it.
Shoichi nodded, leaning into his partner’s side. “It’s true; I have to go in about fifteen minutes.”
“But without Muku-chan and Sho-chan, it’s so boring!” Byakuran’s violet eyes scanned the room, searching for anyone he could deem fun. “What am I supposed to do in the meantime?”
“Why don’t you go talk to Rasiel?” Shoichi suggested. “You guys get along well.”
The older male crinkled his nose in distaste. “He’s in a mood, and only wants to talk about his brother.”
The therapists were understanding at this, but just as Gokudera started replying, the four were distracted by the door opening and a familiar head of blond accompanied by a teal one caught their eyes.
Gokudera was quick to get to his feet, knowing they were supposed to intervene the second Belphegor was found out of his room. “Oi! What are you doing out of your room, you bastard?!”
The two newcomers stopped at the silver-haired male’s voice. Fran trembled for a few seconds before he moved to hide behind the older male, his tiny fingers curling into the man’s striped shirt.
“Your boyfriend let me out,” Bel answered slowly, as if he were dealing with someone who wouldn’t understand him otherwise. “He said it’s okay.”
“The fuck?! Where is he?!” Gokudera was not happy, resenting the blond being out of his room – as far as he was concerned, Belphegor could rot away in that bed. “I’ll kill him!”
Bel watched as his psychiatrist ran from the room, shrugging once the other was gone. He reached out, grabbing Fran’s hand, pulling him over towards the Millefiore staff. “Where is Mammy?”
“I believe she went for her shower,” Spanner explained. “I imagine she’d be back soon. Lollipop?”
Belphegor held his hand out expectantly, snatching away the sweet before his fellow blond could change his mind. “Give one to Froggy, too.”
“Of course.” Spanner was tender as he gave the teenager a lollipop as well, patient as he waited for teal eyes to stop staring and the trembling fingers to pull away the sweet they had hesitantly wrapped around.
Fran looked at the ground as he slowly undid the wrapping, pressing himself against Belphegor’s side. He shuddered as he felt the other pat his head, but he didn’t pull away; apart from Mukuro, the blond was the only other person he liked.
Shoichi smiled as he watched the sight before him, only to frown as his eyes widened, a white blur shooting out of the corner of his eye. He gasped as he watched Byakuran slap the lollipop away from Fran before taking a handful of teal hair and ripping at it, drawing a loud cry of pain and surprise from the boy.
“Byakuran, stop!” Both Shoichi and Spanner had jumped forward, trying to get in between the three, but they were both pushed away by Belphegor who was snarling as he reached out, ready to kill the other for touching what was his.
Fran watched in horror as the two fought, punches and kicks thrown continuously. Some of them connected and some didn’t, but the ones that did hit their mark drew blood. The staff was trying to pull them apart as the other patients crowded around, offering no help whatsoever.
It wasn’t until a feminine voice shouted from behind Fran did Belphegor suddenly freeze, stepping back from Byakuran. He growled at the other male before he turned around, obscured eyes softening the second he found Mammon approaching them.
“Mammy...” Belphegor abandoned his fight in favour of closing the distance between he and Mammon, sighing as he dropped his head and tensing much like a kid who knew it was in trouble.
“Bel, what are you doing out of your room?” Mammon reached out, putting a small hand on the blond’s side. “Why are you causing more trouble?”
“I got let out of my room – I have permission.” Bel hesitated before he explained the rest, “...And the stupid marshmallow hurt my Froggy...”
Mammon looked over at the boy, seeing that he did look shaken. “Are you okay, Fran?”
Fran nodded, moving to Bel’s side. He wrapped his arms around the man before burying his face in the warm stomach, unable to stop shaking.
“Belphegor, I’m sorry but I’m going to have to put you back in your room.”
Belphegor tensed at these words before he spun around, glaring at Shoichi with hatred in his eyes. “No! I held up my end of the bargain! I want out! Takeshi said I could come out! I’m not going back in there!”
“Belphegor, if you don’t calm down I’m going to have to sedate you, and I don’t want to do that.”
The blond jumped back as the redhead reached out to touch him, anger radiating off him. “Get away from me... Get away from me! Takeshi said I could come out! He did!”
Shoichi instinctively reached into his pocket, pulling out a sedative. He was ready to administer it, but he stopped when Mammon walked in between them.
“Bel knew the consequences of what fighting would bring him,” the girl explained, “but he was just trying to protect Fran. He knows what he did was wrong, but he can’t help it; he just doesn’t want to go back into his room – he really hates it in there. Please give him another chance; I’m sure he’ll behave himself today; this was just a one-off.”
Shoichi knew Belphegor was dangerous, and that he really shouldn’t be out of his room without supervision, but everyone knew how much the blond hated being confined to his bed day in, day out; it really wasn’t fair to Belphegor to be cooped up while everyone else could do what they wanted, and at least he had stopped fighting this time – something that had never happened before.
The redhead would really hate to be the one to put the restraints back on the blond, and he had witnessed what had happened – for once, Belphegor hadn’t been the one to start the fight; he had been provoked today; how could they punish him when it was Byakuran who had started the fight?
Shoichi sighed before he slipped the syringe back into his pocket, nodding. “Viper... Please make sure he’s kept calm and comfortable; if he keeps fighting, I’m going to have no choice but to put him back in his room.”
Mammon nodded, patting the boy who had started clinging to her during Bel and Shoichi’s one-sided argument. “Come, Bel; verse me in monopoly.”
Belphegor struggled to control his now-heavy breathing, but he nodded anyway. He reached out, grabbing Fran’s hand as he led the boy towards the back of the room, Mammon following behind them. He took a seat at the table and waited for the girl to set up the board, and it didn’t take long at all for Fran to fall asleep on his lap, seemingly peaceful.
The blond ran a hand through teal hair as he rolled the dice, just glad to be out of that hell for once.
~~XX~~
“H-hibari-san...?”
Hibari looked up at Tsuna’s voice. He dropped his eyes back to the paperwork he was reading, his attention divided. “What is it, herbivore?”
“Umm...” Tsuna looked uncomfortable as he stood in the doorway, hoping the skylark was in a good mood, “...did you really... give Yamamoto permission to let Belphegor out...?”
“I did, yes. Why?”
“...B-belphegor has already been involved in another fight...” Tsuna flinched as the other froze, knowing Hibari was going to be furious – he could only imagine what Yamamoto had done to get him to agree in the first place. “B-but...! It wasn’t... He didn’t start this one! Byakuran... attacked Fran, and Belphegor only wanted to defend him!”
“I don’t care if he started it or not; he was still involved in it – now get him back into his room. Now.”
Tsuna scrambled to remedy the situation, having known this would happen but having no other choice but to report it. “H-hibari-san, he...! He’s really calm right now! I was talking to Spanner and he explained what had happened, so I went to see him, and... He hasn’t slept for over three days, but... he was curled up in the activity room with Viper and Fran... He and Fran were fast asleep, and I haven’t seen him so relaxed in a long time!”
Hibari took a moment to consider this, knowing that if Belphegor was asleep, he couldn’t possibly cause any more trouble; it would only be a hassle waking him up and then having him protest against going back to his room – they may as well wait until he had woken again before they did anything.
The raven turned back to the paperwork, just a hint of annoyance in his voice. “You know that green herbivore spends far too much time asleep; if he’s not following behind the pineapple herbivore like a lost puppy, he’s sleeping. Put a stop to that; it’s not healthy.”
“Fran is depressed, Hibari-san; it’s completely understandable that he wants to slee – u-uh, I mean... Sure, Hibari-san! I’ll do what I can!”
Tsuna laughed nervously before he disappeared out of the office, knowing anything was better than enduring Hibari’s wrath.
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