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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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Within the few days that had passed, Yamamoto had finally regained consciousness. He wasn’t very coherent, and his movements were slow and uncoordinated. His speech was slurred, his eyes blinking tiredly around the roof – the only thing he could see – and the doctors could only hope it was just because of how long he had been unconscious for and not something more serious, such as brain damage.
Gokudera had no idea his lover was awake on the other side of the curtains, merely struggling to control his distress as things became harder and harder for him with each passing minute. He understood that Tsuna couldn’t always visit them because he had to work, but still... He had once been used to loneliness, to the deafening silence that came with having no one, but after having met Tsuna, he had learnt what it was like to be happy – and now that he was stuck in a hospital with no one but nurses, he was starting to remember all those negative emotions that used to overwhelm him.
The silver-haired male wasn’t a therapist; he was merely trained to medicate those who needed help. He relied on Tsuna and Yamamoto to know how to help him if he was having an off day, but honestly, he had no idea how to help himself during this moment. Right now, he felt he had never needed his friends more than he did in this moment; he felt like he was losing his head, and he just didn’t know how to cope.
“Gokudera-san?”
Gokudera hummed, unable to move his neck due to the brace they still had on him.
“Do you need some more morphine or are you feeling alright?”
“M’fine...” The young man was exhausted, and this was evident in his voice. “How’s Yamamoto...?”
“He’s awake.” The nurse standing by the foot of the bed offered a small smile as she noticed the way Gokudera’s green eyes lit up with excitement. “The only problem is... He’s not one-hundred per cent coherent. This could just be due to the amount of time he spent unconscious, but just so we know for sure, we’re going to take him in for more scans and tests. We’ll let you know as soon as we know anything.”
Gokudera hummed again, closing his eyes as he fought back tears; was this his fault? Was he the reason this had happened? If anything happened to Yamamoto...!
“Tenth...” The psychiatrist sniffed as he whispered for his best friend. “...Tenth, I... I wish you were here... I know I never admit this to anyone, but... I need help... Please... Help me...”
Letting the tears roll freely down his cheeks, Gokudera wished for someone – anyone – to help him.
~~XX~~
Violet eyes followed the group’s every movement, full of hatred. Byakuran was following Belphegor, Mammon and Fran down the hallway, heading towards the activity room; the blond had just been let out of his restraints again, this time for good behaviour – apparently a new approach to the young man was to reward him for good behaviour with time out of his room.
Byakuran didn’t like it; he often tried to coax Rasiel into slitting his twin’s throat, but the blond either wasn’t paying much attention to him or had other plans for Belphegor as he usually just laughed in a crazed manner before going into graphic detail about their childhood.
But Byakuran now had another threat; Fran. The boy clung to Mukuro like a mole, rarely leaving the blue-haired male’s side. With him there, Byakuran was finding it harder and harder to get a bite out of his enemy, and he hated that; Mukuro was his main source of amusement, and he didn’t like losing his playthings.
Belphegor and Mammon were talking amongst themselves while Fran tagged along behind them, gripping the blond’s striped shirt with shaking hands. He must have said something, because both of the adults stopped and turned to him, their own mouths moving once more.
The white-haired male sneered, keeping his distance; it wouldn’t do to alert the others to his presence, after all.
Whatever Fran had said earned a smile from his two comrades, the blond patting teal hair as he nodded. They started walking again, Byakuran not far behind them. The older male’s sneer widened as they stepped into the activity room, finding it to be void of most patients, and there was no supervising staff member today, either.
Byakuran waited for the three to sit down on the couch against the wall opposite them, taking a table close enough where he could listen to their conversation. The other adults ignored his presence, but Fran watched him with wary eyes before turning his attention back to the older two.
“Mammy~” Belphegor was patient as he felt Fran climb onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around the scrawny boy, sidling closer to his friend. “Mammy, can you teach me some more magic card tricks?”
Fran saw the hopeful smile on the blond’s face, and he wondered just how close these two were; they seemed to be just as close as he and Mukuro, if not closer.
Mammon nodded. “Sure. Can we sit for a bit first?”
Belphegor’s smile was lopsided as he nodded, hugging Fran tighter to him. “Mammy used to teach the prince magic all the time when he was little~!”
“I know, Bel.” Mammon grabbed a magazine off the coffee table in front of them, flipping through it quietly; she knew Belphegor had grown so used to the solitude of his confinement, he could easily entertain himself with just his imagination – he had to, lest he lose what little sanity he had left.
Fran was listening to the older male’s soft hums as he leant over, looking at the pictures in the magazine with interested eyes. He tugged at Mammon’s shirt, gathering her attention before he pointed to the stack. He was silent as he was handed his own magazine, opening the front page to see what was in this one.
The woman was quick to flip past the majority of articles, stopping only at what seemed to involve finances. She scrutinised them like they were a deity of sorts, her mind running quick calculations to make sure there were no errors involved.
“Bel, someone was cheated out of a thousand dollars by their ex.” Mammon cared nothing for the victim of the scam, instead frustrated by the idea that the money could have gone to waste on something unimportant. “The article says –“
Belphegor leant over the boy, instead locking his lips with Mammon’s. The two kissed quietly for half a minute, the blond’s fingers dancing over his friend’s pale cheek. Fran stared at them with teal eyes, licking at his top lip as his mouth moved to mimic their actions.
Byakuran’s glare intensified as he watched the two adults break apart, the blond then moving to take Fran’s chin in his fingers. His hands clenched into fists as he watched Bel press his lips against the boy’s, unable to take comfort in the fact that Fran did seem nervous with what was happening.
Instead, getting to his feet, Byakuran marched over to the three and pulled Fran from the blond’s lap. He pushed him onto the ground as hard as he could before stomping on the younger’s face, a loud crack filling the air as Fran’s nose broke.
Belphegor was quick to tackle the older male away, the two fighting as viciously as their last encounter. Mammon let it happen, moving to Fran’s side. The boy was in tears, but he was quick to fall into her arms when Mammon helped him up. The woman didn’t intervene in the fight until she had sat Fran back down on the couch, soothing and promising him it would be alright.
“Stop, Bel.” Mammon knew the blond would listen to her every command, so she had no worries about him refusing to stop; as expected, Belphegor pulled his hands back to himself, backing away to stand by her as he snarled at the taller man. “What is your issue with him, Byakuran?”
Byakuran’s playful smile was ruined by the blood that dribbled down his chin, his lip having been split by one of the other patient’s punches. He tilted his head, laughing quietly to himself. “Muku-chan, nor Sho-chan, is around today; how else am I supposed to amuse myself?”
“What has Fran ever done to you?” The woman questioned. “He’s done nothing wrong to anyone here; what is your problem?”
“My problem is that he exists,” the white-haired male hissed. He found Fran looking up at him with tear-filled eyes so, using the nastiest tone he could muster, he said, “He’s just a little whore who’s trying to get his ass fucked by Mukuro and Belphegor.”
Fran whimpered at these words, a horrified expression crossing his face. He looked fearfully up at Bel and Mammon, almost as if he expected them to believe those words.
“Do not talk about him like this,” Mammon warned. “Wait until I tell Mukuro what you’ve just said; he’ll kill you.”
“You can’t tell me Mukuro doesn’t want to fuck that cute little ass,” the Millefiore patient replied. “I bet he jerks himself off when he’s alone to thoughts of raping the little shit.”
“What my cousin pleasures himself to is no one’s business but his own.” Mammon was a calm person by nature, and it took a lot to rile her up – right now, she was feeling her patience snap; she was very close to her younger cousin, and she’d be damned if she let someone talk about him like this. “And likening him to that of a rapist is a sick, degrading thing to do; Mukuro has enough respect for other people to not force himself on them like that, much less someone like Fran.”
“That’s just what he wants you to believe~”
Belphegor was silent as he listened to the conversation; he felt upset that the older male could take such situations so lightly, making him feel as if what he had been through was nothing. He chewed at his bottom lip, his hand reaching out to hold Mammon’s hand. His heart was pounding against his chest, and he was about ready to break; if it weren’t for Mammon, he would have killed the other already.
“Haven’t you had enough of antagonising everyone?” The indigo-haired woman was growing sick of this conversation, trying to find room to end it so that she could take the two younger males away from him. “That’s all you seem to do.”
“Oh, no, Viper; I quite enjoy what I do~ In fact, Rasiel seems to appreciate it if I rile your stupid boyfriend up.”
Mammon winced at the taboo name, sensing Belphegor tense beside her. She prepared herself, expecting the ear-splitting scream that came within seconds. She didn’t touch the other; she instead tried to get him to recognise her voice.
“Bel. Belphegor.”
Fran watched as his friend ripped at golden strands, the man starting to tremble. He tensed, not knowing what to do; it seemed that whoever this Rasiel person was, Belphegor was greatly scared of them.
Byakuran just smirked, side-stepping around the other adults in order to approach Fran. He grabbed teal hair, yanking on it harshly as he tilted the boy’s head to the side.
“Listen, you little shit...” the white-haired male hissed, “...you’d better stay the hell away from Mukuro... He’s mine – have you got that?”
“S-senpai...!” Fran tried to push his assaulter away, but a hand was quickly clamped over his mouth, drowning out every sound he tried to make.
Mammon, who was focused on Belphegor, took no notice of the two behind them. She instead had her hands held out, trying to get her friend to recognise her. “Bel, calm down.”
Belphegor just kept shaking his head, backing away from her slowly. He had his trembling hands over his ears, his bottom lip quivering as he continuously whimpered.
Fran, who knew he was completely helpless here, started to struggle. He shook as he kicked out at his attacker, stilling only when something shiny came into his view. His teal eyes focused on a knife, knowing that, no matter what he did, he wouldn’t get away this time.
“Rasiel has nice playthings, doesn’t he?” Byakuran smirked as he ran the blade over a pale cheek, drawing droplets of blood. “He has so many of these stashed away in his room, but no one’s smart enough to check in the walls. He was certainly kind enough to lend me one when I explained my intentions.”
Tears slipped past long eyelashes, agitating the new wound and mingling with blood. Fran was scared, and he didn’t understand why Mammon and Belphegor weren’t helping him. He wanted to die – certainly – but not like this; not in what was surely to be a slow, painful way.
“Two birds, one stone...” Byakuran whispered, dragging the knife down to the younger’s throat. He made a small cut, not enough to cause any serious damage, but still enough for blood to dribble downwards onto the red school shirt the boy was wearing. “I’ll get Muku-chan back to myself, and Belphegor will be without anyone again – that slut he’s always fucking doesn’t count.”
Fran’s eyes were wide as he watched the white-haired man lift the knife into the air, as if he were ready to plunge it straight into his chest. He gasped against the other’s hand, closing his eyes tightly when, in the blink of an eye, the blade hurtled towards him.
The boy screamed as he was jerked to the side, knocked to the floor and away from the hands that sought to hurt him. He stared at the brunet who had wrestled Byakuran away from him, dragging himself away from the chaos that had ensured. He panicked when he felt hands grab him again, screaming louder and he kicked out at whoever had snuck up behind him.
“It’s okay, little one... It’s okay... I’m not going to hurt you...”
Fran sobbed at the familiar voice, rolling himself onto his back so that he could look up at the blue-haired man standing before him. “M-master...”
Mukuro frowned as he reached down, pulling the boy into his arms. He turned back to look at Tsuna, finding the younger male taking the knife from his patient, anger in his dark eyes.
“What the hell were you doing, Byakuran?” Tsuna hissed, holding the knife by his side. He was angry, horrified to have witnessed what he had; out of all patients that could have been attacked, why Fran? Why sweet, innocent little Fran? The boy had done nothing to anyone; he simply tried his hardest to get through each day when he had every right to feel the way he did. Fran hadn’t hurt anyone; he just wanted to be loved. “Care to explain why you were about to stab him?”
“I was going to kill him because I hate him.” Byakuran shrugged. “Oh, wait; you and your pathetic group are always telling me I shouldn’t hate – I apologise; I strongly dislike him.”
“You’ve crossed the line, Byakuran.” Tsuna, who never used this punishment for any of his patients, reached out, grabbing the older male’s shirt in order to pull him closer. “I’m putting you in solitary confinement for a week.”
Byakuran laughed. “You know you don’t have the balls required to put someone in such a cold, dark room, Tsunayoshi; you’re too soft. You have no control over your patients, and you let them walk all over you. Why would now be any different?”
“Because you threatened the life of one of the other patients,” Tsuna growled. “I will – Belphegor!”
The brunet had been so occupied with Byakuran, he hadn’t noticed until the last second that the blond had thrown himself at them, taking the knife from the therapist. Tsuna tried to grab the weapon back, but he wasn’t fast enough to stop Bel from slicing his wrist downwards, streams of blood dripping onto the white marble floor beneath them, the red puddles creating a sickening contrast.
“Belphegor!” Tsuna tried to reach out for the knife, only to stop as it was swung at him, missing his fingers by mere inches. He stepped back, putting his arm out to stop Mammon from approaching him, knowing this situation was far too dangerous for them to handle alone. “Belphegor... Put the knife down...”
The blond sobbed before he screamed, “Don’t call me that! My name isn’t Belphegor! It’s Bel! That’s only what he called me!”
“Bel, give me the knife back.” Tsuna remained as calm as possible, knowing not to let any emotions cloud his judgement lest this turn fatal.
Bel shook his head, his shaking hands holding the knife to his other wrist, decorated in old scars that would never fade. “No...”
“There’s no need to hurt yourself, Bel; we’re here to help you. Please, give me the knife back.”
“I don’t need help!” The older male snarled. “I just... T-they’re telling me to kill myself... They say I’ll be happier if I’m dead... I’m not happy... but I want to be...”
“Bel, you can be happy if you let us help you.” Tsuna took a careful step forward, noticing the way the other tensed at the movement. “We don’t want you to be sad, either; we want you to be happy as well.”
Bel sobbed before he raised his hand, the blood escaping from his new wound faster as his heart started to race. He hit himself in the face, whimpering as if he were punishing himself for something only he knew about.
“I want to be happy...” Bel whispered. “You only... keep me in that fucking bed... No more... No more... I don’t want to be like this...”
Tsuna instinctively reached out as his patient made to cut his other wrist, but he wasn’t fast enough; he now had a patient on his hands with life-threatening injuries, and if they weren’t tended to soon, Belphegor may finally get his wish.
Fran screamed, as if he knew what was about to happen. He struggled in the blue-haired male’s arms before he escaped, running over to the blond. His own tears ran down his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around the man’s waist, burying his face in against the blood-splattered striped shirt.
“Bel-senpai...” Fran cried harder as he felt the other start to slump before he was knocked to the ground by the older male’s dead weight falling on top of him. The blond twitched a few times, clawing at the ground, before he went still, oblivious to the fact that Fran was beneath him.
Tsuna moved forward, careful as he pulled the knife from the older male’s hand. He slid it along the ground towards Mukuro, knowing that if he could trust anyone in this room to keep the knife from Byakuran, it was the Vongola patient.
Tsuna checked for vital signs of life before he shrugged his jacket off, wrapping it around the blood-stained arms. “Viper, help me get him to the medical ward; Shamal can give him a blood pack and stitch his wrists back up. Mukuro-san, please follow us and keep the knife from Byakuran.”
The blue-haired male nodded, knowing the situation was urgent. He was gentle as he pried Fran away from the blond, soothing him with promises that it would be okay.
Fran, however, didn’t think it would be okay; if things were to be okay, none of them would have suffered the way they had in life – if they had to be taken away from society because they couldn’t function properly, things would never be okay.
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