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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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“Trash.”
Ryohei stopped and turned around, having been on a patrol of the hospital. He looked at Xanxus, a frown on his face; he had heard the news about the car accident from Tsuna, and he was having trouble dealing with it; he adored his friends, and the thought that something had happened to them...
“Tell the bitch to stop fucking crying; it’s all I can hear.” Xanxus’ red eyes glared hatefully at the younger male, his fingers twitching in anger. “He’s worse than the prince trash.”
Ryohei had also heard about Xanxus’ and Squalo’s most recent fight. He knew that, ever since their argument, the long-haired male had been locking himself away in his room, pushing everyone away and doing nothing but cry.
“I can ask him to stop crying, but I can’t make him,” the grey-haired male pointed out. “I think he’s scheduled in for Hibari anyway; you might get some peace during that.”
“That skylark trash shouldn’t even be a fucking therapist.” The older male snorted. “All he does is treat us all like shit, and if he does come to talk to us, it’s like he doesn’t care. That’s the same with all of them – none of them care; they just want to pretend so that they’re paid. Once I get my organisation in order, I’ll wipe the lot of them out.”
Ryohei had always been curious at Xanxus’ ‘organisation’; he knew it was a delusion, the dark-haired man believing himself to be a mafia boss, but Xanxus really didn’t say much about his ‘plans’, except that he was recruiting other patients to be part of it. So far, he had convinced – or so he believed, as they were just playing along – Squalo and Lussuria, giving second-in-command to Squalo and third to Lussuria. Leviathan had jumped at the offer to be part of the group, and Belphegor – delusional himself – had agreed at a young age, believing it to be real when he heard Mammon was also ‘part’ of it.
There had been other patients given an invitation to join, but most of them declined – hell, Xanxus had gone as far as labelling the staff as another mafia group, and often challenged Tsuna to see who was the better leader. Most of the staff played along with it, knowing it was too much of a hassle to explain to a man adamant in believing in his delusions that it wasn’t real.
“I promise that they do care; they all care to the extreme,” Ryohei pointed out. “All they want to do is help.”
“The skylark trash just makes it worse; he’s such a fucking asshole. He’ll be next on my list after that Sawada trash.”
“Xanxus... You should go back to your room and I’ll see what I can do with Squalo.”
Xanxus just nodded, turning back around to head the way he had come. Ryohei followed behind, intending on trying to calm Squalo.
Stepping into the Varia Wing, Ryohei couldn’t blame Xanxus for getting agitated and finding someone – he was just relieved the older male hadn’t taken matters into his own hands and done something to the silver-haired man.
“Squalo?” Ryohei knocked on the patient’s door as he watched Xanxus step back into his own room. He wasn’t deterred by the loud shout the older male gave him, instead turning the door handle. He stepped into the room, finding the long-haired man curled up in his bed, his face red and stained with tears. “Squalo, do you need me to find someone for you?”
Squalo shook his head, pulling his legs up to his chest. “Fuck off!”
Ryohei shook his head. “You know I have to check up on you guys. I can get Hibari for you if you –“
“- I am not talking to that stuck-up bastard!” Squalo snapped. “I fucking hate him! I hate everyone here!”
“I know that’s not true,” the grey-haired male replied. “You have friends here.”
“I thought I had friends...” Dark eyes lifted, sending a loathing glare into Ryohei’s. “I thought I had them, but... I guess not...”
“Lussuria and Dino love you,” the security guard pointed out. “They’re very worried about you. Xanxus cares about you, and you are Yamamoto’s favourite patient.”
“Lussuria and Dino are just pretending, Xanxus never loved me, and if that was true about the Takeshi brat, he’d be here with me right now. Where the fuck is he, huh? Probably out screwing around with his stupid boyfriend.”
“Yamamoto’s in hospital...” The younger explained quietly. “So is Gokudera...”
Squalo flinched, but otherwise said nothing. He just looked away to the window, a longing gaze crossing his face. “...Just leave me alone... I’ve already lost everyone I’ll open up to...”
Ryohei knew he wouldn’t be much help so, leaving the room, he went in search of Hibari, hoping the skylark would have some time to talk to the patient. He knew it wasn’t fair to leave Squalo hurting like this, but there was only so much that could be done when Hibari was the only trained therapist in the entire facility at the current moment.
~~XX~~
“I think you should apologise to Squalo, hon~” Lussuria was sitting on the bed beside his friend, wishing he could talk some sense into Xanxus; ever since he had fought with Squalo, the long-haired man’s depression was truly obvious, and it would only be a matter of time before he attempted suicide again.
“I did nothing wrong.” Xanxus was as stubborn as ever, laying back on his bed as he looked up at the roof in boredom. “I didn’t do anything wrong, trash. It’s all that stupid shark’s fault.”
“Honey, you’ve got to understand that with Squalo, he’s very dependent on you. He loves you more than anything, and you’re the only one he truly trusts. You’re his boyfriend, and that means the world to him. He only wanted to tell you that he loved you because he does, Xanxus... He just wanted to hear those words back for once...”
“I don’t love him.” Xanxus snorted. “Why would I ever love something like him?”
“Because he’s your boyfriend?” Lussuria sighed. “Xanxus... You really need to go apologise to him before he does something stupid again...”
“I don’t care if he does. Let him.” Xanxus showed no hint of emotion at the idea of Squalo killing himself. “It’ll give me some peace at night instead of listening to his stupid fucking whining.”
Lussuria knew it was hard trying to talk sense into Xanxus – the man was just too stubborn – but if he wouldn’t even listen to reason when it came to Squalo... Well, there was nothing he could do to help until the man calmed down.
“It’s lunchtime, Xanxus; would you care to join me in a meal?”
Xanxus shook his head, rolling onto his side to have a sleep. “Not at all, trash.”
Silently, Lussuria stood up and left the room. He closed the door behind him, turning around to smile at Hibari who was just stepping into Squalo’s room. Hibari nodded at him before he disappeared into the room, leaving the older male to his own devices.
Checking his watch, Lussuria noticed it was half-past one. A week had passed since the two Vongola staff had been hospitalised, and Hibari seemed ran off his feet trying to handle everything by himself; with Shoichi and Spanner out of action, and Tsuna struggling to come to terms with his best friends’ situations, the skylark was left to do everything; Lussuria honestly wasn’t even sure if Hibari was taking any of his breaks.
“I should bring some food to his office later...” Lussuria nodded to himself, knowing that Hibari might not be eating properly in his busy schedule. “He won’t function well if he’s hungry.”
Keeping in mind to ask the cafeteria staff for extras, Lussuria continued heading down the hallway towards the activity room. He hummed to himself, his usual smile on his face, the thought of food very appealing; trying to sort Xanxus out when he was in a stubborn mood took a lot out of everyone.
“Oh?” Lussuria lifted his gaze from the floor as he took notice of a soft pattering noise, some clicks accompanied with it. It seemed to get louder with each step he took, until he finally rounded the corner and saw what it was; Tsuna was walking towards him, a small dog by his side. It was fluffy, a light brown colour with a white front. It stuck close to the brunet’s side, almost as if it were afraid of him leaving it. “Tsuna, dear, what’s this? Did you get a puppy?”
Tsuna smiled as he shook his head, closing the distance between them. “This is Jiro. He’s Yamamoto’s dog, but... I’ve been looking after him. He really misses his owner, and I didn’t want to leave him, so I thought it couldn’t hurt to bring him along for the day.”
“Does Kyouya know?”
The younger male nodded. “Yeah; he’s fine with it.”
Lussuria knelt down, putting a hand out to invite the dog closer. “He’s a cutie~”
Jiro hesitantly stepped forward, sniffing at the hand that was extended towards him. He licked it after a few seconds, his tail starting to wag slightly. His ears were folded downwards, and Lussuria could see just how depressed the dog was; if he were as bouncy as his owner, he should have been over the moon to meet someone new, but instead his tail was quick to still and instead droop.
“Is it really a good idea to bring him?” Lussuria questioned. “I mean... Bel-chan or someone...”
“I understand your concerns, but I’d never bring one of my best friend’s beloved pets somewhere if I thought it would be in danger.” Tsuna smiled as he reached down, patting the dog’s head. “He’s friendly, isn’t he?”
“Just like Takeshi~ I bet he’s thrilled knowing his dog is in capable hands~”
Tsuna frowned at these words, running fingers through brunet locks. “...Yamamoto still hasn’t woken up yet... We don’t know how long it’ll take, and... Gokudera is in no way fit to leave, either... He wants to go home, but he also doesn’t want to leave Yamamoto... He’s really conflicted about this.”
“I can imagine.” Lussuria sighed. “Tsuna, does this mean you’re back to work with us again?”
“Of course; I wouldn’t leave you guys just because of this.”
Lussuria clapped his hands together as he wriggled his rear in excitement. “This is great~! Do you think the staff will give me extra food so that I can give it to Kyouya? I don’t think he’s been taking breaks, and he might be hungry~”
“I’ll talk to them, Lussuria.” Tsuna was kind as he reached out, patting the taller male’s shoulder. “I’m going to go and see Belphegor now. Find me if you need anything.”
“Thank you, sweetie~” Leaning down, the man patted the dog’s head, as loving as always. “Goodbye, cutie~”
Tsuna smiled as he started walking, the dog following by his side obediently; he couldn’t help but admire the fact that Yamamoto had done a great job in training his pet.
It didn’t take long for the psychologist to arrive at Belphegor’s room and, once he had unlocked the door and stepped in, he quickly shut it in order to try and drown out the man’s loud screaming.
“Belphegor.” Tsuna approached slowly, trying not to startle the older male. He stood by the bed, not touching the blond but speaking in a soft, gentle tone. “Belphegor, what’s wrong? Why are you screaming like this? Belphegor.”
Bel was thrashing in his restraints, screaming so loudly, he kept stopping in order to cough. He would snarl every now and then at something known only to him, but he always continued to scream.
“Belphegor.” Tsuna reached out, holding his hand out in view of the older male. “Belphegor, it’s alright.”
Jiro was whining at the blond’s sounds, dropping to the ground again. It was hurting his sensitive ears, and he couldn’t help but start to howl, far too docile to even think of attacking the source of his discomfort.
“Jiro...” Tsuna winced as he raised his hands to his ears, not liking this situation; it was too loud for him, and he wanted them both to quieten down. “Jiro, no.”
Jiro didn’t seem to hear the command, his howling getting louder. However, Belphegor was brought back to reality, confused by the sounds that were drowning out his own. He frowned, blinking at Tsuna and the dog in confusion.
“Tuna-Fish...?” Bel moaned before he coughed again, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. “Tuna-Fish, please...”
“What is it, Belphegor?” Tsuna was patient, just glad that at least now Jiro had stopped howling as well.
“...Please...” Bel growled again before his screams continued, louder this time. As if it were some sort of duet, Jiro begun to howl once more.
“Bel, what’s wrong?”
Tsuna looked over his shoulder at Mammon’s voice, finding the woman closing the door behind her. He was relieved about her presence, knowing she was the main force in calming the usually-distressed man.
“Viper, please do something to at least get him to stop screaming.” Tsuna stepped back, letting the woman work her magic.
“It’s Mammon.” Mammon approached the bed, side-stepping around the dog in order to lean over the bed. She took Belphegor’s hand in her own, squeezing it tightly. “I’d better get paid for this, Tsunayoshi.”
Bel took no notice of the hand on his, his thrashing becoming wild as if he were trying to get away from something only he could see. His head turned side-to-side as he struggled, stopping only to draw in a sharp breath as he finally recognised the far-away voice of his best friend – hell, his only friend.
“M-mammy...” Belphegor was tired, his fit having worn him out. “Mammy... He’s back...”
“Who is?” The indigo-haired woman sat on the bed side the younger male, reaching out to pat a soft cheek.
“...J-jill...” Belphegor let a frightened whimper escape his lips, shuddering as if someone had touched him. “Jill, he... H-he’s in the corner... With them...”
Both Mammon and Tsuna checked every corner of the room but, as expected, there was no one else in here.
“No, he’s not,” Mammon soothed. “I promise.”
“Yes, he is!” Bel argued. “He’s standing there... They’re all whispering about me... They’re gonna... They’re gonna... r-rape me... That’s what they’re saying, Mammy! Jill wants to rape me again! Make him go away!”
Mammon looked up at Tsuna, knowing there really wasn’t much she could say to help. “...Tsunayoshi...”
“Belphegor...” Tsuna leant down, pulling his keys from his pocket once again. “Belphegor, what if I let you out of your room? Will that help?”
Bel whimpered fearfully again, his body starting to tremble. He didn’t reply to this; he just let tears slide down his cheeks, probably fearing the touch of his brother once again; while the therapists knew that Belphegor held a deep hatred towards Rasiel, it wasn’t the older twin he feared – it was the things Rasiel could do to him that terrified him.
“Let’s get you out of here, Belphegor.” Tsuna undid the restraints, trying his hardest not to scare the older male more than he already was. “That might make you feel a bit better.”
Belphegor started to sob once the restraints were taken away but, once Mammon helped him sit up in the bed, he clung to her, shaking worse than he had in a while. “M-mammy... H-he’s gonna...!”
Mammon wrapped her arms around her friend’s side, helping him out of the bed slowly. She was silent as she tugged him towards the door, but the closer they got to it, the more he hesitated until he eventually refused to move at all, rooted to that spot in horror.
“What’s wrong?” Mammon was patient, knowing to let him take his time.
“H-he’s there...” Bel pointed a trembling finger to his left, starting to shuffle to his side, pushing into Mammon. “Make him go away...”
Mammon changed sides, putting herself in between Belphegor and ‘Rasiel’. “Is that better, Bel?”
Bel nodded, walking with a frightened gait, until they were out of his room. His breathing was a tad laboured, his fingers curled tightly into the black shirt his friend wore; to Tsuna, he reminded the younger greatly of a child clinging to its mother after a nightmare – but in all honesty, what Belphegor lived was a nightmare he would never comprehend.
“Viper, are you right to sit with him until he calms down?” Tsuna didn’t mind letting Belphegor tag along with him, but he was worried about Jiro if he did such a thing; Bel was unstable, and he had killed several animals he had managed to get his hands on in his time here – a staff member’s dog would probably be no different.
“I can’t; I have a session with Kyouya next.” Mammon patted the blond’s shoulder, feeling Bel cling tighter to her at the words. “Fran is free; Mukuro is still in the infirmary so he hasn’t left his room all day.”
“Would you like to be with Fran, Belphegor?” Tsuna stepped closer to his patients, the dog right behind him. He smiled when the older male nodded, walking over to the teal-haired boy’s bedroom. “I’ll go get him for you.”
Bel watched as his therapist stepped into the boy’s room, listening as Fran was coaxed out from under his bed. Fran seemed wary as he followed Tsuna out of the doorway, but he visibly relaxed at the sight of Bel, heading straight towards the man.
“Bel-senpai...” Tiny arms wrapped around the blond’s middle as Fran buried his face in against his stomach. “Bel-senpai... I thought I was going to be alone all day again...”
The older male was silent as he patted teal hair, his obscured eyes finally catching sight of the dog that was coming closer to him. He snarled, tense as he waited for it to get closer, before he kicked out at it, hitting it in the face as hard as he could.
“Belphegor!” Tsuna shouted, the line having been crossed at what he had just witnessed; there was no way he was going to let his patient abuse an animal – much less Yamamoto’s dog. “Belphegor, do you have any idea of the trouble you’re in right now?!”
Fran pulled away at the shout, cowering. He reached out for the whimpering dog, its yelp having frightened him. “Jiro...”
Belphegor watched as Fran hugged the dog tightly, a sneer crossing his face. “It’s a dog.”
“It’s still a living creature!” Tsuna argued. “Do you want me to put you straight back in your room?! Because I will, Belphegor! I’ll keep you sedated, deny you your walks around the ground, and even keep you hungry tonight! Don’t you ever kick that dog again!”
Belphegor just blinked, surprised by Tsuna’s sudden aggressive side; the brunet was usually so calm and easy-going, it shocked him for the other to take a stand against him. “...”
“I swear, Belphegor; I will not tolerate you kicking Yamamoto’s dog! If you put one toe out of line again today, I will never let you back out of your room except for your walks!”
Belphegor was silent as he looked down at his feet, unused to being challenged like this – especially by the staff. He reached down, pulling Fran away from the dog and out of the corridor, his already-fragile mind struggling to deal with what had just happened.
“Bel-senpai?” Fran, also, was shaken from the shouting, but he still followed Bel away from the others, wondering where they were going.
“...” Belphegor didn’t reply, unable to find the strength to.
Back in the corridor, Mammon just stared incredulously at her therapist. “Hayato’s the only staff member who’ll have a go at him; he thinks he can walk over the rest of you.”
“Yeah, he certainly does...” Tsuna sighed as he got down on his knees, checking Jiro’s face for any damage. He was relieved to find that the dog looked relatively healthy, instead turning his attention back to Mammon. “I didn’t expect him to give up so easily; he’s so aggressive towards the other patients.”
“I think you just surprised him; it’s not like him to be silent and stare at the ground like that.”
“I can’t believe he kicked Yamamoto’s dog...” Tsuna frowned as he regarded the animal. “I mean...”
“He doesn’t know,” Mammon tried to soothe. “No one’s told him yet.”
Tsuna nodded, knowing it was true; Belphegor was probably wondering why he had reacted so badly.
Leaning down, the brunet gave the dog a quick pat before he continued on his way, wishing he could be of more help to everyone.
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