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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
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“What are you doing?”
Dino glanced up from the desk drawer he had been rummaging through in the office of his home, his hazel eyes looking guiltily up at his younger lover; he knew he had woken the other from sleep, and he felt bad about it. “Sorry, Kyouya; I was just looking for something.”
Hibari stood in the doorway, light blue pyjamas covering his body. He blinked as he approached the taller man, moving to sit on the swivel chair. “What for?”
The office was dark, moonlight blocked by the curtains. The only light was supplied by the desk lamp, the computer sitting next to it having been shut down hours ago.
“Oh, just something I had from school.” Dino gently shut the drawer before he opened the next one, pushing aside important documents and stationary to see what was in it. “It was an old photo a teacher gave to me.”
The skylark wasn’t sure why a photo would have his boyfriend up and searching at twelve at night, and he conveyed this. “Is it important?”
The blond nodded. “Very much so, Kyouya; it was one of the last photos taken of me and Squalo before he became depressed. It was on a school event, and once the teachers had realised he had be hospitalised, one of them printed it out for me. All the teachers knew how close we were because we were always together.”
Hibari could somewhat understand; his lover probably missed his friend and the close bond they once shared, and wanted to remember how things had once been. “Do you think you still have it?”
“Definitely.” Dino shut that drawer as well before he straightened up, trying to think of where he could have put it. “It’s not something I’d have thrown away, even by mistake. You should go back to bed, Kyouya; I might be here for a while.”
Hibari nodded as he got back to his feet. He was silent as he stood on his tiptoes, leaning up to kiss the blond on the lips. He nodded when Dino bid him goodnight, leaving the office. Dino just resumed his search, moving over the filing case beside the desk.
The klutz sifted through everything for a few minutes before he finally resurfaced with a manila folder. He opened it, finding that it contained familiar high-school tests and revision notes.
“Found it.” Dino had kept his marked papers and everything else he had prepared for his exams, knowing they may one day come in handy. As it was exclusively dedicated to his schooling, he had slipped the photo he had been searching for inside it, knowing it wouldn’t get lost that way.
Parting the papers, a calloused hand pulled out the old photo, sitting it on top of the steel cabinet as he returned everything back to their original positions.
Hazel eyes scrutinised the photo carefully as Dino sat down on the desk chair. It was a very old one, the two boys in it having been no older than fourteen. They were sitting on grass, a few other unidentifiable kids in the background. They wore a school uniform; white button-up shirts with black ties and pants just as dark. While the two boys had different coloured hair, one blond and the other silver, they were both cut short.
But what struck Dino the most was the life that had long-since vanished from his best friend’s eyes. Dark orbs conveyed Squalo’s happiness, a mischievous grin on his young face. He was leaning into Dino’s side as the older male’s arm wrapped around his shoulder, the younger teenager’s tongue poking out from soft lips in a cheeky manner.
Dino sighed as he put the photo down onto the desk, remembering only too clearly the way Squalo had started to rapidly deteriorate just weeks after that photo had been taken. It had come on so suddenly, Dino had been shocked when his friend had suddenly started crying in class, seemingly over nothing. Even when the blond had asked what was wrong, Squalo hadn’t known; he had just said he had been feeling down all morning, and couldn’t think positively about anything, much less himself.
The older teenager had been as loyal back then as he was now, never once leaving Squalo to fend for himself – even when he had discovered that Squalo had started to cut himself, he only worked harder on being as best a friend as he could, and when the younger had started trying to commit suicide, he never once thought of Squalo as a burden or anything like that; he had just wanted to help.
No matter what Squalo had done, no matter how angry he had gotten or the words he had said to the taller teenager, Dino had always been there – and he would still be there; it was just a matter of getting the silver-haired male to let him back in.
With a sigh, the blond stood up, making a mental note to ask Hibari to photocopy it for him when he had a chance so that he could give it to Squalo.
~~XX~~
“Oh, Tsunayoshi?”
The addressed male turned around at his patient’s voice, having been dropping food into his shopping trolley; every now and then the staff pooled together money to go out and buy snacks for the patients, spoiling them for being so well-behaved (most of the time) and making their jobs easier. It just so happened that, as a certain white-haired male had been causing trouble for their newest patient, Tsuna volunteered to take him out as well. “Yes, Byakuran?”
“Can I get my marshmallows now?” Violet eyes sparkled with happiness. “It’s been an awful long time since we came here and I’m afraid you may forget them.”
“We’ve only been here for a few minutes, and I promise I won’t forget them,” the brunet reassured. “You know you’re not allowed out of my sight. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to wait just a while longer.”
Byakuran tapped his cheek as he nodded, his playful smile widening. “If you do forget them, I get to play with Muku-chan, ‘kay?”
“That’s not very reasonable.” Tsuna reached out, grabbing a bottle of soda from the fridge. He held one up into the older male’s view before he asked, “Do you want one, too?”
“Please~ But how is that not reasonable, Tsunayoshi?”
“You guys don’t get along, and Mukuro-san is very sick; you’ll only stress him out while he’s trying to recover.” The smaller male slipped two bottles of soda into the trolley before he pushed it along, knowing the stronger male would follow obediently. “I can understand that you conflict with each other, but why are you taking it out on Fran? He hasn’t done anything.”
“I don’t like him~” Byakuran’s smile became impossibly wide at his own words. “He’s ugly and useless and taking my Muku-chan away from me~ Muku-chan doesn’t need him when he has me~”
“That’s not true.” Tsuna was as patient as ever, his attention divided as he mentally checked off his list of supplies. “Well... I’m sure it’s true you don’t like him, but Fran isn’t any of those things, Byakuran; he’s sweet, and he just wants someone he can feel safe with. He isn’t ‘taking Mukuro away’ from anyone; he just really doesn’t know anyone else. And I think Mukuro does need him; he’s been pretty placid, and he seems very attached to Fran.”
Byakuran stuck his nose up in the air. “Why can’t you just give him to that ‘prince’? I’m sure Belphegor would love to have a roommate he could rape and beat whenever he wants to.”
“Byakuran!” Tsuna scolded, frowning as he noticed eyes that had drifted over to them at those words. “Byakuran, Belphegor isn’t a rapist, nor does he ‘beat’ anyone; he just... comes across too strong when he’s looking for a bed partner – he was raped so many times when he was little, he really doesn’t know the meaning of ‘stop’ or ‘no’, and he doesn’t understand he’s not the only one with boundaries. He’s never... penetrated someone without their consent; he’s just... well, pushy. And I highly doubt he’d ‘beat’ someone for fun – he may fight a lot, but I can’t see him being genuinely abusive.”
“Rasiel tells me about it a lot.” A sneer crossed onto the white-haired male’s face at his thoughts. “He tells me about how Belphegor would cry and beg for him to stop. He said their parents would hold Belphegor down sometimes to make it easier for him, and that their father tended to jack off as he watched it happen.”
Tsuna felt sick at this, having never actually heard this from either twin before – if it had been said by Rasiel, chances were it wasn’t true or was just an exaggeration, but... he wouldn’t put it past the twins’ parents to have done it at least once before.
“What Belphegor went through was a terrible thing, Byakuran...” the brunet said quietly. “His body is covered in scars from their hands... Not to mention his mind... Please do not take the situation so lightly – you have no idea of the things Belphegor feels because of them.”
The white-haired male shrugged. “I really don’t care; in case you haven’t noticed, I hate Belphegor just as much I do that teal-haired little shit. It’s just a shame Rasiel didn’t kill him when he got out of his room that night.”
The therapist sighed as he shook his head, knowing it was difficult dealing with feuds between patients – there just happened to be a lot of them within the facility. “I don’t wish to talk about this anymore, Byakuran...”
“But I do~” The older male laughed quietly. “I saw them out of their rooms together yesterday~”
“So I heard...”
“After Spanner took me to my room to calm down, I came back out. They were playing board games with Viper. The stupid brat went to sleep straight away, but Belphegor got back into Viper’s pants in front of everyone; he ate Viper out as he jerked himself off, and it would have gone further had they not been stopped. All this, right beside the brat.”
“Yes, those two are... shameless, to say the least...” Tsuna was uncomfortable with the mental image his patient was creating, but he had seen Belphegor do worse. “It’s best to just let themselves finish instead of stopping them altogether.”
“You should separate them.” Byakuran nodded at his own words. “In fact, you should have Belphegor transferred – he shouldn’t have been let out of his room at all yesterday. You shouldn’t let them be together if he does have to come back out, and lock that brat away in solitude for good measure; I’m sure the darkness will scare him silly.”
“I’m not doing that to my patients,” Tsuna argued. “Belphegor and Viper have a strong relationship, no matter how... obvious it can be displayed, and Fran has done nothing wrong to deserve such treatment; he needs to recover – not be made worse. The same with Belphegor; they both need love and support after everything they went through.”
“What are you going to do if the twins just so happen to run into each other?” The taller male smirked, genuinely curious about this. “Granted, Rasiel rarely leaves his room as it is, but it’ll be a bloodbath ending when one twin is dead if they just so happen to come across each other.”
“We asked Rasiel to remain in his room yesterday, and Hibari-san is meeting with the others to discuss this issue. Now please, Byakuran; I really don’t want to be discussing my patients outside of work with another patient.”
The white-haired male waved his hand dismissively, making a small popping sound with his lips. “I know everything about everyone anyway – probably more so than any of you ‘therapists’ do; there’s only so much they’ll divulge to people who don’t understand.”
Tsuna knew that was true; as therapists, they only had the textbook understanding of how their patients felt on a daily basis – out of them all, Gokudera and Shouichi were the only ones who could come close to understanding; the silver-haired male because of his shitty childhood and Shouchi, because of his severe anxiety.
But even with their own experiences, how were they ever to understand some of the horrible things the others had been through when they themselves had had it so good by comparison?
~~XX~~
Shouichi glanced up as he heard the front door of his home closing. He glanced down at his watch, surprised to find that it was only lunchtime; Spanner shouldn’t have come home from work until dinnertime.
“Spanner?” The redhead abandoned the robot he had been working on, getting up to greet his lover. He found the blond kicking his boots off, and he could only smile in happiness; he was certain he was deeply in love with his best friend, having never felt the way he did around anyone else – only Spanner brought him the immense happiness and contentment he so often felt when he was around people. “Spanner, how come you’re home early?”
Spanner’s soft gaze wandered over to Shouichi, his laid-back smile appearing. “I think I’m coming down with what Mukuro has; I haven’t been feeling the best and Tsuna said I should go home and get some rest. I think Gokudera has it, too. What about you? Are you enjoying your day off?”
The redhead nodded as he adjusted his glasses. “I’ve started on that robot. Want to see it?”
“Of course.” Spanner followed his boyfriend into the living room, sitting down at the coffee table so that he could examine the smaller male’s work so far. “Very nice, Sho.”
A shy smile fluttered across Shouchi’s face at the compliment. “Thanks...”
“I’m going to go and have a nap.” The blond pushed himself to his feet, extending a hand. “Want to join me?”
“I’d love to, Spanner, but I wanted to work a bit more on the robot before I go over Rasiel and Byakuran’s files again to –“
Spanner reached out, caressing a soft cheek. He leaned forward, kissing the older male’s forehead tenderly. “It’s your day off, Sho; work on the robot if you want to, but you can do the other part tomorrow. Relax a bit.”
Shouchi felt his stomach start to cramp in anxiety. He pushed softly at his lover, trying to get some room between them, knowing the blond would understand. “S-spanner, I...”
“You’re overworking yourself,” Spanner said quietly. He reached out, taking the smaller hand in his. “You only get anxious around me when you’re in need of a break. C’mon, Sho; a nap won’t hurt you. I’ll even help you work on the robot when I’m feeling up to it.”
Shouichi couldn’t help but nod in agreement; his lover always knew how to convince him to stop working. He leaned forwards again, capturing Spanner’s lips with his own.
“I love you, Spanner...”
“I love you, too, Sho-chan.”
~~XX~~
“...dera...?”
Gokudera’s green eyes blinked sleepily as he lifted his head from the desk. He was aware of someone shaking him, calling his name, and though he knew he wasn’t supposed to be sleeping on the job, he couldn’t help but be annoyed that his partner had decided to wake him up during the middle of a rather interesting dream.
“What is it, baseball freak...?” Gokudera lifted a hand to his mouth, stifling his yawn.
“It’s home time for us,” the dark-haired male explained. He was smiling as always, just happy to be back with his boyfriend. “C’mon; Tsuna said you’ve been asleep for a while but he didn’t want to wake you – I told him earlier you’d been up all night feeling sick and he thought it was better to let you rest.”
Gokudera slowly got to his feet as he tried to fight his sleepiness away. “Alright... Where are the car keys?”
“I’ve got them. Want me to drive home tonight?” Yamamoto would do anything for his smaller lover, just wanting the other to be happy.
The silver-haired male shook his head as he rubbed at his eyes. “I can drive.”
“Are you sure? You look really tired, Gokudera. Maybe it’s better if I-“
“-Just give me the fucking keys!” Gokudera snapped, holding his hand out expectantly. “I’m not a baby, Yamamoto; I can drive a fucking car.”
The younger male frowned at these words, having only tried to do the right thing by his partner. “I didn’t mean to imply anything like that, Gokudera; I just –“
“-I’m fine! Just because I’m tired doesn’t mean I can’t drive.” Gokudera gathered his belongings, slipping them into his pockets before he took the keys from the other. “Let’s go, baseball freak.”
Yamamoto was unusually quiet as he followed Gokudera out of the facility, upset about the fact that, no matter how hard he tried, his lover always pushed him away and treated him badly. It was hard to always hold up a smile and act as if it didn’t bother him when in truth it did – it bothered him more than anything.
The Japanese male was just far too kind to ever say anything about it to his boyfriend, knowing holding it in was the worst thing to do but not wanting to confront his beloved Gokudera. It was so much easier giving advice than it was to follow it himself.
It was silent as they locked the building behind them and walked down to the car park at the side of the facility. The only cars still there besides their own was Ryohei’s and some of the night cleaners’.
Gokudera slid easily into the driver’s seat, adjusting it so that it wasn’t better-suited to Yamamoto’s stature than his own. Likewise, the younger pushed his seat back, giving himself more leg room.
“Are you sure you want to drive?” Yamamoto was wary about causing conflict between them, but Gokudera could be as unreasonable as half the patients most of the time – no matter what he said, he wouldn’t get the other out of the driver’s seat.
“I’m fine!” Gokudera reversed the car and angled it around so that he was heading towards the exit of the car park. He got back out onto the street easily enough, but he was having trouble keeping the car in a straight line; it sagged from side-to-side, and Yamamoto was just glad there was no one else about.
The psychiatrist had struggled to keep his eyes open, and now, as hard as he tried, he couldn’t help but let them slip closed, his world turning black as he passed out. Yamamoto, who had been staring out of the passenger window whilst in his own little world, took no notice of his partner’s condition until he looked ahead and found that the lights ahead of them were red, and the car’s speed was not diminishing in the least – if anything, it was speeding up.
“Gokudera?” The younger looked over at his boyfriend, his heart starting to pound in panic as he found the other slumped against the steering wheel, passed out. Shouting the smaller male’s name, Yamamoto instinctively reached into the middle of the car, jerking the handbrake up as hard as he could. He closed his eyes and braced himself for impact as the car tyres slid into lock, the screech deafening.
Gokudera had snapped awake at the sound, his eyes widening as he realised the car was heading directly towards the group of vehicles turning off, and there was not enough time between them for a collision to be avoidable.
The two males were jerked forward at the sudden impact, the loud shattering of glass and crunching of the metal frame the last thing either of them heard before their worlds went black.
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