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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
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“Lightning is like a God. No. Lightning is a God. But then, Xanxus is better than lightning, therefore he is the God.”
Gokudera had long-since grown used to Leviathan’s ramblings. This was a man who had become so obsessed with lightning, he had burnt his house down to the ground by damaging electronics just so he could see the sparks. It seemed that, before he came here, lightning was the only thing on his mind – but then, having met a fellow patient named Xanxus, had for some reason placed him on a higher pedestal than lightning.
“Well, I’m going to change your medication, Levi.” Gokudera wasn’t fond of a lot of the patients. It was a wonder why he had gone into this sort of profession, but Tsuna had a feeling it was because the older male hadn’t wanted to part ways through university. “It will still be an SSRI, but a different brand name. I’ll start reducing your current medication tonight.”
Talking to Leviathan about anything but Xanxus or lightning was useless; the man didn’t seem to notice he was being spoken to unless he heard those two words – it was as if there was absolutely no room for anything but his obsessions in mind.
Gokudera couldn’t do anything further; he had done his job and explained his intended course of action – if Leviathan didn’t want to hear him, that was just fine.
“I’ll be seeing you.” Standing up, Gokudera grabbed his notepad and left the room, closing the door behind him. He sighed and leant back against the wall of the Varia Wing corridor, needing a smoke more than anything right now; he had been smoking since he was a teen, and it was his stress relief.
Muttering under his breath, Gokudera started walking again, biting his tongue to resist the very strong urge to poke his head into his most hated patient’s bedroom and yell at him to shut the fuck up; out of every patient past and present, he hadn’t hated any other more than he did Belphegor. The resentment towards him was so deep, he had originally refused to handle the medication for him, only to reluctantly agree after Tsuna had a talk with him.
“Gokudera, are you busy?”
The silver-haired young man turned around at his friend’s voice, finding both the psychologist and psychiatrist of the Millefiore Wing approaching him. He shrugged, not particularly close to either of these males.
“What did you need?” Gokudera asked, closing the distance between him and the other two; the darker haired male was Shoichi Irie, the one who worked closely with the Millefiore patients. His companion was said Wing’s psychiatrist, a blond male who was known only as Spanner due to his technophile attitude and love for engineering small robots. He had been a mechanic part time during his studies, and was only too happy to help his comrades out if their cars needed a fix.
“Tsuna said it’s time to let Belphegor out of his room, and Ryohei had to go home early,” Shoichi explained. “We’ve already cleared everyone out of the grounds so he can have some freedom.”
Gokudera knew what was being asked of him; without Ryohei to keep the patient in check, Tsuna was asking him to do it. As much as he hated Belphegor, if Tsuna had asked him to do it, than he definitely would.
“I could use a smoke anyway.” Gokudera shrugged, trying to make it out to not be a big deal, despite the fact that he was bursting with enthusiasm for making Tsuna proud. “Help me get him out of the restraints.”
The other two males nodded as they waited for Gokudera to fish a specific key from his pocket. They followed the silver-haired man over to the room people rarely ever stepped into without reason – in fact, no one stepped into that room unless their job required it.
It was silent as Gokudera pushed open the door. The lights were already on, illuminating the body that laid still beneath the warm blankets heaped on it. The staff member could feel those eyes on him, watching every move he made, ever calculating and ready to lash out when it was least expected.
“Has the peasant come to shove pills down the prince’s throat?” The voice that wafted from the bed was soft, silky and sweet sounding. However, Gokudera knew that Belphegor was none of those things; he was vicious and if given the chance, he would skewer you with as many knives as he could handle and bathe in your blood.
“Ryohei isn’t here today, so the Tenth asked me to take you out to the grounds today.” Gokudera hated being nice to someone who had no comprehension of kindness; he would much rather just leave the unstable man in the room and let him rot. He pulled the blankets from the man forcefully, leaving them in a pile on the ground.
“Princes don’t need an escort from dirty peasants~” the blond man sang, obscured eyes sparkling with malice. “Princes should be let free~”
“We did let you roam, but you caused too many unprovoked fights, you dumbass.” Gokudera gestured to the thick belt-like restraints that kept Bel’s legs still, signalling for Spanner and Shoichi to start from there. He himself worked on undoing the belt that rested against his patient’s stomach, the other two males moving up to undo the belts that kept his upper body and arms unmovable.
“I just wanted to know what their blood tasted like. Ushishishi~” Bel licked his lips, moving only when Spanner’s hands rested on his shoulders, knowing that he was free. “Blood is the prince’s sustenance~”
Shoichi, remembering something important at these words, gathered Gokudera’s attention. “We’ve made sure Rasiel is confined to his room while Belphegor gets his free time.”
Bel stiffened at the name, frowning. He twitched a few times before a crazed grin slipped onto his face, more laughter filling the air before suddenly falling silent again. He screamed loudly, as if he were in pain, for a few seconds before he stopped, staring blankly ahead of him.
Gokudera, who had worked with Bel for ten years now, knew that speaking of his older twin brother, Rasiel, was taboo; after Belphegor had slaughtered his parents, he tried to kill his brother next. He would have succeeded if the cops hadn’t arrived when they did.
The silver-haired male had never been too sure if Rasiel had always been unstable himself or if it had been triggered by what his brother had done, but they had to be separated at all times without exception.
The two twins shared near-identical mental problems; they were both schizophrenic, had mood disorders and were obsessed with blood. While Rasiel could be controlled, Bel could not, and spent most of his days sedated after a sudden disturbance in his disorders. Bel had displayed suicidal behaviour in the past when given the chance, while Rasiel seemed oddly complacent with how his life was, although the difference in that could be that while Belphegor had been abused by his family and – allegedly – raped multiple times by his own twin, Rasiel had been spoilt and doted on by everyone, leaving Bel alone in the background.
Gokudera knew it wasn’t a good sign when Bel started to rock back and forth, which the older male had started doing now. “Oi, Belphegor! Are you coming outside, or would you rather lie here for even longer?”
Shoichi and Spanner shared a look before they stepped forward. Spanner was the one to speak, having grown used to dealing with similar mannerisms in Rasiel.
“I’ll give you a strawberry lollipop if you’ll agree to coming for a walk.” Spanner reached into his pocket, holding out said sweet as if to prove his point.
“You’re not supposed to be giving them food,” Gokudera scolded lightly. “Besides, he’d find a way to chop your balls off with that lollipop.”
The corners of Bel’s lips lifted slightly, as if he was picturing himself doing said act and found it amusing. He reached out slowly, hesitating before he snatched the sweet with lightning speed from his fellow blond.
Spanner just smiled in his usual laid-back manner before he reached out, patting Bel’s head. He knew the older male couldn’t stand physical contact, but it was in his nature to show his affections.
Bel shuddered and snarled as he pulled away, the pink lollipop already in his mouth. He growled again as Shoichi tried to help him off the bed, a warning that they were already two seconds away from getting the lollipop stem pushed through their eyes if they kept trying to touch him.
“Thank you for your help,” Gokudera said as he finally managed to usher Belphegor out into the corridor, the older man knowing exactly where they were going; he was only ever let out into the gardens where he couldn’t run away or cause fights with the other patients.
Gokudera tried to ignore the random bouts of insane laughter, but it was hard to do when his patience was already short.
I’m sorry, Tenth... Gokudera sighed, apologising to Tsuna already. I think I might let you down today.
~~XX~~
Yamamoto had long-since grown used to breaking up fights within the hospital, his easy-going and cheerful personality casting tranquillity wherever he went. He was sitting in the activity room, supervising the patients who wanted out of their rooms. He was careful to watch that no one left the room, knowing that it was time for Belphegor’s daily walk and that it wouldn’t go well at all if the deranged blond saw a chance at attacking someone weaker than him.
The young man could sense a fight about to break out between two of the Varia Wing patients, Xanxus and Squalo. It was very common for these particular two to fight, as they rarely ever seemed to be able to get along, but were just as rarely seen apart from each other.
Yamamoto wasn’t certain, but he was pretty sure there was an unusual romantic relationship between the two. He didn’t mind if that were the case; love was love in his eyes.
Standing up from the table he had been resting at, Yamamoto approached the two, his calm smile on his face.
“Is something the matter, guys?” Yamamoto had always been fond of Squalo, greatly looking up to the man.
“That stupid bitchface won’t fucking admit that I won that piece of shit game!” The long, silver-haired man shouted as he pointed an accusing finger at the darker-haired male slouched in his seat, a hand of cards splayed out on the small table they were seated at. “My cards are higher than his!”
“Shut the fuck up, trash.” Xanxus looked bored like he usually did, but Yamamoto could sense that he was becoming agitated quickly.
“Not until you fucking admit that I won!” Squalo stood up, flipping the table as he did so. He didn’t care that there were a multitude of eyes now focused solely on him; all that mattered was being right.
Xanxus growled as he, too, got to his feet. In a low, dangerous voice, he snarled, “What makes you think you can treat a mafia boss like that, shark trash?”
“You’re not even in the mafia, you delusional fuck!” Squalo shouted. He ducked as a punch was aimed at him, moving closer to shove the older male.
“Guys, stop!” Yamamoto was now in between them, trying to calm them down. “Squalo, we can fix what’s bothering you. Xanxus, you... Well, as long as you’re not fighting again, you can do what you want.”
Xanxus wasn’t a man who responded well to being told what to do; it was much easier to give him some free reign with a reasonable restriction – nine times out of ten, he would simply sit back down in his favourite chair and stare around at everyone in boredom.
As expected, Xanxus did just that, blocking out Squalo’s bitching.
“I told him that my fucking cards were higher than his, but he fucking insisted on being the winner!” Squalo argued, his dark eyes burning with anger.
“Well, what cards did you have, Squalo?” Yamamoto was a patient person, and he never minded resolving Squalo’s issues; it was usually a case of miscommunication and fear of not being good enough.
“Three aces and a king,” the taller male muttered.
“And what did Xanxus have?”
“Three kings and an ace.”
“You did win, Squalo.” Yamamoto smiled. “As long as you know you won, it doesn’t matter what anyone else says.”
Squalo took a deep breath, nodding. He leant down, setting the table back up and gathering the cards that had scattered.
“Deal an extra hand, please,” Yamamoto requested softly. “I would like to play, too.”
Squalo nodded again, doing as asked.
Yamamoto greatly enjoyed his work; he loved interacting with everyone, and he especially loved spending time with the patients like this.
~~XX~~
“Did you pay for that lollipop?”
Bel pulled said sweet from his mouth as he sent a lopsided grin to the girl leaning against the door to the grounds. He shook his head, his grin never faltering. “It was given to me, Mammy~”
Gokudera scowled at the indigo-haired girl; he knew that she was the closest thing to a friend Bel had – if the blond even considered her that – and that she often accompanied him on his walks.
“Are you here to join him, Viper?” Gokudera would have been only too happy to leave the other male in the hands of the young woman, but he wasn’t stupid – just because she was the only one Bel hadn’t tried to harm before didn’t mean he wouldn’t; he could do it right now if he wanted to.
“It’s Mammon. There’s nothing better to do around here.” The girl moved away from the door, moving to stand by Bel’s side. “Mukuro said he would see me today, and he never showed up.”
“We got a new patient yesterday,” Gokudera pointed out. “Mukuro has taken a liking to him.”
“Shishi~” Bel reached out, dancing the tips of his fingers against Mammon’s chest. He licked his lips before he leant in close, whispering, “Is Mammy jealous~?”
The girl – Mammon – never pulled away from Bel’s touches. She didn’t whisper back, instead saying outright, “Mukuro is my cousin, Bel; there’s nothing between us.”
Gokudera scowled as he looked away, uncomfortable with what he was seeing; everyone knew that Bel was very promiscuous and often sought out a bed partner on the occasions he was given freedom, and most everyone had also seem him shamelessly initiating sexual contact on someone else, or even found him doing things inappropriate for the public’s eyes.
Belphegor pressed his taller body against Mammon’s, purring into her ear. He rested his face against her neck, grinning widely as she agreed to something Gokudera hadn’t heard.
“Belphegor, unless you want to – oh, god...” Gokudera covered his mouth as he averted his eyes, not wanting to witness Bel slide his hand into Mammon’s pants. He wanted nothing more than to leave the two alone, but he knew, with such an unbalanced man, it was too dangerous to leave him alone – especially with a woman.
The silver-haired male hadn’t believed he would hate Bel more than he already did. Today proved him wrong.
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