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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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When Tsuna picked Gokudera up from the hospital a few nights later, the brunet was terrified to see his best friend in such bad condition; the silver-haired man’s neck was still in a brace, his left arm in a sling with a cast keeping it in place. His right arm lay helplessly by his side, his fingers twitching every now and then. While most of the stitches from his face had been removed, they were instead replaced by ugly scars, a horrid reminder that, with just one decision, his life had been changed forever. He sat in a wheelchair as both his legs were in no condition to be stood upon, relying on his friend to get him out of the hospital.
Gokudera's legs were expected to make some sort of recovery in the far future, but until then, the man could only wish he hadn't been so stubborn and let his boyfriend help him out just once.
“How’s Yamamoto doing?” Tsuna was patient with his friend’s abnormal quietness; he could appreciate the fact that the older male was going through a very hard time.
“Not well, Tenth…” Gokudera let out a frustrated breath, an itch on his cheek he couldn’t scratch. “He’s taking this really hard… He might never get to play baseball again… And it’s all my fault…”
“You didn’t intend for this to happen,” the brunet promised. “You were sick, and you passed out.”
“I should have let him drive…” Green eyes slipped closed, the guilt of his actions eating away at him. “He asked to drive, and I just yelled at him…”
“What’s done is done, Gokudera-kun; we can’t change this. You’ll only hurt yourself by stewing on it; make room for how you’re feeling and don’t fight it; accept it.”
“…Tenth…” Gokudera spoke in a pained whisper now, his eyes welling up with tears. “…This is… really embarrassing, but… can you please… scratch my cheek for me…? It’s really itchy…”
Tsuna smiled sadly as he nodded, moving forward to tenderly soothe his friend’s itching face. “Is that better?”
“Yes… I am sorry to have asked that of you, Tenth…” A single tear slid down the taller male’s cheek, feeling horrible he had to ask his best friend just to scratch his cheek; never before had he felt so helpless and pathetic. “I’m so sorry…”
“It’s not your fault, Gokudera-kun.” Tsuna went back to pushing the wheelchair, getting his friend out of the hospital. “It’s okay; I don’t mind.”
“…” Gokudera wanted to shake his head, but he couldn’t – not with a neck brace restraining him. More tears followed the first ones, the older male’s body starting to shake with emotion. A quiet sob escaped his lips, wishing with all his being he wasn’t so weak in front of his best friend.
“It’s okay.” Tsuna was as patient as ever, knowing Gokudera needed nothing more than to be loved and supported. “It’s okay. I’m here, Gokudera-kun.”
“…” Sniffing back tears, the taller male whispered, “Thank you…”
“Any time, Gokudera-kun.”
~~XX~~
“Jiro…” Gokudera could see his boyfriend’s dog lying comfortably in front of Tsuna’s couch, the old dog pushing himself to his feet slowly so that he could approach the silver-haired male. His tail was wagging slightly, and he dropped his head onto the man’s lap, waiting for a pat. “Sorry, Jiro… I can’t pat you…”
The dog whined, lifting a paw to tap at Gokudera’s knee. He obeyed as Tsuna moved to tug him away, leaning into the pat the brunet gave him instead.
“He’s been missing you and Yamamoto.” Tsuna guided the dog back over to the couch before returning to his friend and wheeling him over to the furniture. “Do you want to sit on the couch, or are you fine there?”
“I’m fine here, Tenth… No point moving me around all the time, right?” Gokudera truly wanted out of this wheelchair, but he didn’t want to bother his friend with getting him in and out all the time; it wasn’t fair on the brunet to have to spend so much effort on getting him around the house.
Tsuna wasn’t convinced, but he didn’t argue. “Let me know if you want out of it, okay?”
“Yes, Tenth. Thank you.”
"I need to go and check on Fran and Mukuro." Tsuna ruffled his friend's hair in affection before he stood up.
Green eyes blinked, not understanding what his friend meant; was Tsuna going back to the facility just to check on two patients instead of them all? Why wouldn’t he make sure they were all oaky? Why favour just two of them? He could understand Fran needing to be supervised, but he was always with the patient whose recovery had left everyone else in the dust – Mukuro could take care of him, so why…?
"What do you mean?"
Tsuna chuckled, knowing the older male hadn't heard of the trouble the Millefiore patient was causing lately. "They're staying with me for a while because Byakuran seems to only be getting worse; they were in the kitchen getting an afternoon snack when I rang to check on them. Shoichi and Spanner have Belphegor, as well; he's doing much better, but Byakuran is causing them all trouble, and we don't want Belphegor to revert; we're hoping he'll respond better to a calm environment now, especially since his new trial medication is doing wonders for him."
Gokudera didn't understand why so much seemed to have changed since the accident, but he wasn't sure he liked it; if he hadn't have been so fucking stubborn, he would never have ruined his and his lover's lives forever.
--XX--
"Belphegor, get out of bed." Shoichi sighed as he pulled the blanket off the bed in his guest room, the blond man refusing to get up. "You need to eat breakfast."
Belphegor groaned, wishing his wrists hadn't been bound together the night before. "Fuck off, peasant..."
"Belphegor, I'm not going to ask you again." The redhead sighed. "Why won't you get up?"
The young man lazily cracked open an eye, eyeing his therapist with contempt. "Maybe because even with me not being in that fucking room, you're still treating me like shit. Take these fucking binds off me!"
"You know I can't, Belphegor." Shoichi wished there was more he could do to help, but Bel didn't want to be helped; he just wanted to be left alone to suffer. "Don't you want breakfast?"
"You never let me out of my bed to eat back there," the blond snarled. "I was only ever sat up in that bed while someone shovelled food into my mouth. Fuck you."
"You know we couldn't let you out; you fight too much with the other patients."
"That's because I want to kill them all!" Belphegor thrashed once again in his confines, snarling as he attempted to get at the younger man.
"Belphegor, if you'd rather, I could do the same to you here. You can either eat at the breakfast table with Spanner and I, or I could force-feed you just like we do back at the facility."
"Let my hands go!" Bel snapped, thrusting his arms up in the air. "You locked me in this fucking room all night without anything but a bed - what the hell could I have done with my hands free?! There's nothing here I could do anything with anyway!"
Shoichi sighed. "Belphegor... Look, if I take your bindings off, will you eat breakfast peacefully? No arguing or anything of the sort."
Bel ran this compromise through his mind, not sure he liked it very much - but at least his hands would be free, right? He would finally get out of this room, and he would get something into his growling tummy, and maybe they would even let him wander around the house by himself for a while; anything was better than being cooped up the way he always was.
Holding his hands out in rejection, Bel growled at the feeling of fingers ghosting across his flesh. He instinctively pulled away, kicking out at his therapist as he did so. "Don't touch me, you fucking peasant! No one touches royalty!"
"Belphegor..." Shoichi sighed. He was more careful this time to keep his skin off of the taller male's and, in just half a minute, the blond was flexing his unbound wrists, a lopsided grin crossing his face as he did so.
"That feels so much better." Rubbing his fingers around his wrists, Bel got off the bed, his obscured eyes wandering around the room. It was the same as it had been last night; nothing but the bed he had slept on tucked away in the corner - he had a feeling that everything else had already been brought out before his arrival.
Those thoughts hurt him, knowing that he wasn't trusted, but there wasn't much he could do - if he couldn't even trust himself, he didn't blame anyone else for wanting to avoid him, as much as he wished they didn't.
"What do you want for breakfast, Belphegor?" Shoichi offered a gentle smile, sensing that his patient had calmed down ever-so-slightly. "Spanner and I can make you anything you want."
"..." Bel scowled, trying to think of what constituted as breakfast; he had spent so long eating whatever was brought to him, he could barely remember just what had been given to him - he ate it all mindlessly, never caring to notice what he was being fed because the honest truth was, he was certain he would never again have the chance to ask for what he wanted to eat. "...Ice cream."
"You can't eat ice cream for breakfast, Belphegor." The redhead smiled at the older male, amused by the other's request; the blond could be quite adorable at times when his illnesses weren't getting in the way. "What else do you want?"
Bel was silent for several seconds, thinking intently on this question. "...Sushi."
"We can do that for you, Belphegor. How do you like it?"
The older male blinked before he cocked his head to the side, not understanding this question; was there more than one way to make sushi? "The way my mother always made it."
The smaller man smiled sadly before he reached out, holding his hand towards his patient; he was careful not to touch the other, but Bel got the message that they were leaving the room. "How about you help me prepare it? You can tell me what to do, okay? Does that sound good?"
Bel nodded, following his therapist down the hallway and towards the kitchen. He ignored Shoichi when he was told to sit at the table, instead hoisting himself up onto the counter so that he could kick his legs back and forth in a childish manner. Shoichi didn't have the heart to scold him; the unstable male was probably trying to get whatever feeling of freedom he could before he went back to the facility.
Surprisingly, the blond behaved himself during breakfast; he watched the younger male cook it in silence, his calculating mind taking careful notice of every little movement the other made, and when it came time to eat, he was happy to sit in front of the TV with his meal while Shoichi and Spanner went about getting ready for their day at work.
The Varia patient seemed content with what he was doing, absorbed by the early-morning cartoons that were showing. He sucked absentmindedly at the plastic spoon he had been given, taking no notice that both of his hosts were approaching him.
"Belphegor?" Shoichi sat beside the older male, waving his hand in front of the other's face; he had been calling for the other for a minute now. He waited until Bel turned to look at him before he asked, "Do you want to have a shower before we leave?"
Shaking his head, Bel turned his attention back to the TV.
Glancing at Spanner for a second, the redhead then turned back to his patient. "When did you have one last?" He sighed when all he received in response was a shrug. He knew for a fact that Bel didn't often get showers, the man too hard to control, and was usually restrained to his bed as a staff member cleaned him off with wet sponges.
"If you don't want a shower, then we're going to leave now."
Bel made no move to get up off the floor; he just sucked harder on his spoon as he let himself be drawn in by what he was watching; it had been years since he had last watched TV, and he was fascinated.
"Belphegor..." Knowing they couldn't let the other push them around, Shoichi reached out. His fingers had brushed against the man's arm for a brief second before the other threw himself backwards with an angry scream.
"Don't touch me!" Kicking out at the younger males, Bel screamed again. "Don't fucking touch me, peasants!"
Obscured eyes watched as Shoichi and Spanner leant in close, the redhead whispering into his partner's ear. The younger blond nodded before he left the room, leaving the two older males together.
"Belphegor, I need to turn the TV off and get you in the car. If you want to stay longer, you can have a shower, but otherwise we need to leave now."
"I'm not going back!" Pulling himself along the ground, Belphegor snarled at his therapist. "I'm not ever going back! You took me out; you can't make me!"
"You have to go back, Belphegor; we can't look after you properly outside of the facility; I thought you understood when I said you could come home with us for just the night."
"You promised forever!"
"Sho."
Both males turned at Spanner's voice, finding the psychiatrist standing in the doorway with a glass of water in his hand.
"What about a drink before we leave?" Spanner approached the two, holding the water out for his patient. "It might make you feel a bit better; if you drink some of it, we'll let you have just a bit longer here."
Bel didn't trust the others, but what could he do? He was thirsty, and he was desperate to never go back to that fucking place. Surely a few sips wouldn't hurt if that was what would get him away from the hospital?
Snatching the glass from the youngest' hand, Bel drank greedily, swallowing half of the contents in just a few seconds.
Spanner and Shoichi smiled at each other before they moved to sit on the couch, waiting for the sleeping pills they had slipped the other to take effect. To their immense relief, they worked rather quickly, the older blond starting to slump where he sat before he was just too tired to try and get Spanner away from him when the tallest male scooped him up into strong arms.
"I didn't want to drug him, but I don't think we really had a choice." Shoichi reached out, patting his patient's head in an affectionate manner. "At least he seems to be doing better; you changed his medication, didn't you, Spanner?"
"I looked at his file in Gokudera's office; he should have been taken off what he was on ages ago." Spanner sighed, looking down at the man in his arms. He followed Shoichi as his boyfriend started leaving the house, hoping the sleeping pills would keep the psychotic male asleep until they had gotten him back to his room. "Gokudera is too slack with Belphegor; from what I saw in his file, Gokudera would rather let his medication lose its touch and ignore his behaviour than trial him on different ones."
"He can't do that!" The redhead was indeed upset by this news; he cared for all of his patients, and Belphegor was no exception - he certainly wouldn't have opened up his home to the other if he didn’t care, after all. "He needs to treat everyone with equality and understanding!"
"I've already spoken to Hibari, and he's letting me take over Belphegor's medication permanently; at least now he might have a fighting chance of getting better."
A smile full of love and adoration crossed the smaller man's face as he moved closer to his partner, wrapping his arms around the younger. He buried his face in against a strong arm as he said, "I love you so much, Spanner."
"I love you, too, Sho." Untangling one arm from Bel, Spanner hugged his older lover back. "Can you get the door for me, please? He's heavier than he looks."
The anxious male rushed forward to help Spanner out, watching as Belphegor was laid tenderly on the backseat, the younger blond taking great care not to cause the other any discomfort. Whether Bel was still awake or not, they weren't sure; as always, his blond bangs covered his eyes.
After strapping their patient in carefully, Shoichi got in the driver's seat and started the car, waiting for Spanner to get in himself. Pushing the clutch in and changing the gear to reverse, they made their way back to the facility, hoping that with Spanner's patient and understanding nature, they would be able to help Gokudera's patients a bit more; they all knew the silver-haired man truly wasn't suited to his profession and was only here for Tsuna.
~~XX~~
"I'm going to go sort out some stuff in my office before I start." Shoichi smiled as he leant up on his tiptoes, pressing his lips to his boyfriend; they had entered the facility a few minutes ago and were halfway between the staff offices and the Varia Wing, Spanner wanting to get Belphegor back in bed before he worried about anything else; the other was slowly starting to stir, and they didn't want him to cause a scene after he had been doing so well back at their home originally.
"Okay, Sho." Spanner sent his boyfriend a loving smile as he continued on his journey with just the patient for company; he wasn't complaining because the smaller blond's body tucked against his felt perfect.
"M-mummy..."
Spanner frowned and hugged the other a tad tighter, knowing how Belphegor relived his past through nightmares. "It's okay, Belphegor."
"Mum...!" A pained expression crossed the unstable male's face, his body starting to twist uncomfortably. "Mummy, help me, please...!"
Picking his pace up, Spanner hurried to the older male's room. He was relieved when he was finally laying the other down on the mattress, pulling the blanket over the now-quivering body. Caressing a cheek that was quickly becoming damp with tears, Spanner leant forward, letting his lips brush over an obscured forehead.
"Belphegor, it's okay." Gripping a twitching hand in his, Spanner squeezed it tightly. He climbed onto the bed next to the man, lying beside his fellow blond. He pulled the fragile body into his, holding Bel tightly as he whispered, slowly bringing comfort to the distressed male.
Bel soon stopped crying, snuggling in close to the warm body wrapped around him. He hiccupped every now and then, but he was peaceful once more. Resting his lips against the damaged man's, Spanner knew this would probably be the only chance he would get.
Forcing his tongue in between soft lips, the taller male drew Belphegor into a deep kiss. The un-responding participant tasted a lot like candy, with a hint of the hot chocolate he had consumed earlier that morning. Sliding his hands down sides that quivered ever-so-subtly, Spanner felt his groin stirring. He ghosted his fingers across bare skin, feeling the soft flesh shudder beneath his touch.
Pushing the striped shirt up, Spanner's eyes gazed over the older male's flat stomach. The area was littered with scar upon scar, jagged cuts from self-harm, and others reminders of a past no one should ever suffer through.
Letting his hand wander down over the man's clothed crotch, Spanner squeezed, trying to get a good idea of the man's size. The other gasped at the touch, his legs shifting so that they were closer to his stomach. He mumbled something incomprehensible as a frown crossed his face, the unwanted touches intruding upon his calm dreams.
Spanner moved his nimble fingers forward, grabbing the zip to Bel's pants. He pulled it down, reaching in past blue boxers so that he could pull the flaccid shaft out. It wasn't as big as Spanner's, instead looking to be average, but the psychiatrist didn't mind; it was perfect in his eyes.
"S-siel...!" Bel whimpered as he shifted again, the sleeping pills he had consumed making it hard for him to wake up, even in this state; his body was weak, and such medication was too much for his fragile being. "Stop...!"
Spanner frowned, understanding what he was doing; he should never have looked at the older male this way before, much less do what he was right now - he was practically molesting the patient while he slept, no better than the things Rasiel had done to him.
Tucking the limp shaft back into its confines, Spanner got off the bed. He left the room without a glance back, feeling sick over what he had just done; why had he not explained his intentions to the smaller blond when Bel was awake? Why had he just hurt both Bel and himself, as well as Shoichi with just one action? It wasn't in his nature to harm others, so why had he just made one of the most unforgiveable moves on someone who couldn't protect themselves?
Closing the bedroom door as Bel's whimpers and cries filled the air, Spanner made his way back to his office, wishing he could forget what he had just done; he could only hope the patient wouldn't know any better when he woke up.
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