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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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“Eh, Gokudera…” Yamamoto’s dark eyes opened as he felt the familiar touch of his partner on his hand. He wanted nothing more than to be able to turn his head to the side and smile at the smaller man, but it was near impossible to do with the neck-brace keeping him in place. “Gokudera, where have you been…? I’ve missed you…”
Those words cut through the silver-haired male like a knife. Closing his eyes, Gokudera tried to hold back his tears; nothing hurt more than seeing the stronger male like this because of him. “…I’ve been staying with Tenth, and he’s been too busy with work to bring me out… I’m here now, and so is Tenth…”
“Hey, Tsuna…” Still a little hazy from all of the painkillers he had been given, Yamamoto blinked a few times, his words slightly slurred. “Shoichi and Spanner have been visiting me… They said you’re working one-on-one with Mukuro and Fran now...”
“Yeah, they’re both waiting at my home.” Tsuna reached out, patting dark hair in an affectionate manner. “Mukuro sends his condolences.”
A soft chuckle escaped Yamamoto’s throat; even in his depressed state, he couldn’t help but smile at his thoughts. “Guess Fran is still as quiet as ever, then.”
“Fran’s sweet; he just never has much to say about anything.”
“That’s true.” Yamamoto’s smile slipped before he shifted uneasily, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. “Hey, Gokudera? Can you lean over so I can kiss you?”
“I’ll try, but no promises.” Trying to get his body to cooperate was easier said than done; Gokudera was forced to ask Tsuna to hold him before he plummeted forward in a limp manner, unable to hold his own weight anymore. His kiss with the taller male was soft with concern and stress, none of the passion the dark-haired male used to kiss with present at this moment.
When they broke apart for air, dark brown eyes filled with sadness before Yamamoto tried to take the attention away from them by forcing a smile. “What’s news?”
“Belphegor’s being rehabilitated at Shoichi and Spanner’s home.” Tsuna hoped to get his friend in a better mood before he broke the news about Jiro; hopefully it would lessen the impact if Yamamoto had something to smile about beforehand. “He’s mostly doing better; still really aggressive towards us, but he hasn’t attacked anyone. I left Fran with him yesterday to give them both some timeout, and he taught Fran how to read.”
“I didn’t know he couldn’t read…”
“We didn’t, either. When I came to pick him up, Belphegor followed us out to the car. He kept demanding for Fran to stay with him, but once I got Fran into the car and he realised I wasn’t going to change my mind, Belphegor tried to hijack my car with Fran inside.”
“What?” Twisting his head ever-so-slightly, Yamamoto became a tad more alert at these words; it was common knowledge that if Belphegor were to get away with stealing a car, someone was going to get hurt – the blond had no knowledge whatsoever of the road rules, much less about how to drive a car.
The thought that such a person could be on the roads… It sent a shiver of fear through Yamamoto’s body as he recalled how scared he had been when he saw the collision coming.
“It’s okay, Yamamoto; he just locked himself in the car for about twenty minutes before he let us back in.” Tsuna chuckled at the memory, hoping the dark-haired male found it amusing. “He eventually worked out how to turn the motor on, but he didn’t know how to work the clutch or change the gear from neutral. He kept shouting that he was going to run away with Fran, but all he accomplished was either revving very loudly, or stalling my car countless times. He’s so smart, but I think even he forgot he’s never so much as watched how someone drives a car before.”
“He can be funny when he’s not too sick.” Yamamoto smiled at the thought of their blond patient, recalling fond memories he had of the other. “Just whatever you do, make sure no one teaches him how to drive; I’m not sure I’d ever want to step out onto the street if he has that knowledge.”
The two smaller males chuckled, agreeing wholeheartedly with the injured man.
“What else has been happening?” The tallest male could feel his stress slowly ebbing away as he spoke to his loved ones; it was such a nice change instead of being unable to focus on anything but how much pain he was in.
“Squalo and Xanxus have made up. Dino said Squalo’s starting to do better as well; he’s beginning to talk more on how he’s feeling instead of keeping it all inside.”
“That’s great…” Yamamoto was truly happy to hear this, having always adored Squalo the most out of all of his patients. “What about the others?”
“Everyone’s doing just fine, Yamamoto. …Well, almost everyone.”
“Who isn’t?” The hint of worry in the other’s voice broke Tsuna and Gokudera’s hearts, knowing they were just about to tell Yamamoto something no one would ever want to hear. “Are they okay?”
Tsuna and Gokudera shared a look before the brunet continued on. “…Byakuran and Rasiel are in solitary, and… Hibari-san is looking at having them transferred to a different hospital…”
“What did they do this time?”
Gokudera was the one to explain this, knowing his boyfriend would take it better coming from him. “…F-fran…” Gokudera frowned as the other winced, knowing what the taller male would be thinking; they had done something to Fran. “…Fran took a real liking to Jiro… Tenth thought it would be a good idea to bring Jiro to work so that Fran had him to play with…”
As naïve as Yamamoto was, as much as the man always tried to look for the best in everyone around him, he clicked. “…They did something to Jiro, didn’t they…?”
Gokudera closed his eyes as he nodded, feeling tears well up in his eyes. “…Hibari buried him in our backyard after… after they did it…”
Yamamoto clenched his teeth as fresh rivers of tears slid down his cheeks. He sobbed loudly, wishing he had the strength to raise a hand and wipe at his eyes. He was thankful when Tsuna did it for him, but it didn’t make it hurt any less; he had had that dog for ten years, given to him as a Christmas gift by his late father.
“I’m so sorry, Yamamoto.” Tsuna didn’t stop catching the tears that fell; it was the least he could do. “It’s my fault; I should never have brought Jiro to work with me.”
“It’s not your fault, Tsuna…” Choking on tears, Yamamoto weakly rocked his head as far as the neck brace would allow. “You didn’t mean for this to happen… You were only trying to look after one of the patients… I just wish… I could have said goodbye to him…”
Rummaging in his pocket, Tsuna withdrew the blue handkerchief that had once been used in place of a collar. There were dark red blotches on it, evidence of the suffering Jiro had been in before his end; no matter how many times Hibari had gotten Dino to was the blood out of it, it was going to be visible forever.
“Hibari-san gave me his handkerchief in case you wanted to keep it.” Resting the material in his friend’s hand, Tsuna wasn’t surprised when the other curled his hand tightly around it. “Dino tried his hardest, but he couldn’t get all of the blood out of it. I’m truly sorry, Yamamoto…”
“You didn’t mean for it to happen…” Yamamoto whispered, his voice trembling with heartbreak. “And, I mean… at least they didn’t hurt Fran, right…? That’s what would have happened…”
“Yes…”
“Jiro…” Yamamoto leant into his boyfriend’s touch, needing all the comfort he could get; it had been hard enough losing his father to murder, and now his dog... “Jiro…!”
“You can cry if you have to, Yamamoto…” Gokudera whispered, having only ever seen his lover cry during his father’s funeral; even at fourteen years of age, walking into the burnt-down ruins of his family’s sushi restaurant and finding his father slaughtered behind the charred counter had done nothing but put him into shock and denial until the reality hit him hard at the funeral.
In a way, to see Yamamoto crying like this was sickeningly soothing; the smaller males had never seen a more frightening sight than a robotic Yamamoto with a blank expression on his face.
“Let it out…” Gokudera closed his eyes, trying to be there for his lover the same way he knew Yamamoto always would be for him; he was uncomfortable with such heavy emotions, but after everything they had been through together…
Gokudera couldn’t abandon Yamamoto now - not ever.
~~XX~~
“Squalo, pack your bags.”
Fourteen-year-old Squalo blinked as his mother stepped into his bedroom, a serious look on her usually-kind face. Her long silver strands were falling into her blue eyes as she pointed at her son, her hand trembling.
“What?” Spinning his desk-chair around to face his parent, Squalo abandoned the homework he was pushing himself harder than ever to finish; Dino was sick, and he didn’t want to put the burden of homework on the older male when Dino was the one who did everything anyway. “What do you mean?”
“Your father and I have had a long talk.” Moving to the closet on the other side of the room, the woman opened it and began pulling clothing out of it. She tossed it all onto the bed before she turned to her son, ice blue eyes burning with hatred. “We can’t put up with you anymore, Squalo! Every other day we either have to come and get you from school, or we’re staying home from work to make sure you don’t put that damn blade back to your wrists! No matter how many knives we take away from you, you always seem to come back with more! We can’t do this! You’re the biggest burden anyone could ever have, and you don’t deserve us for being so selfish!”
Squalo’s mouth dropped open at this accusation, his chest stinging; was he really… that difficult to put up with…? He just… Sure, he knew what he was doing wasn’t fair, but… was it really something to be disowned over…?
“Mum…”
“We’ve already contacted the crazy hospital! We’re taking you there right now, so hurry up with that goddamn bag!”
“Mum…” Squalo flinched as the woman stormed over to him, having never expected the slap he received in response. His eyes filled with tears for a few brief seconds before he sniffed, his emotions hardening as he glared.
“Don’t call me that ever again! From now on, I don’t have a son anymore!”
When dark eyes snapped open that night, it was to Squalo’s own whimper disturbing his sleep. The man reached up, running long fingers through his hair, his body shaking from memories he couldn’t escape, even in sleep.
“Shitty shark…”
Squalo flinched at Xanxus’ voice right next to his ear before he relaxed, feeling the other tugging him against a strong chest. The older male was still asleep, just doing what he always did when he sensed the smaller male having nightmares; in his own little way, Xanxus was trying to protect Squalo, even in oblivion.
“Xanxus…” Rolling around to bury his face in against the other’s chest, Squalo tried to let himself drift back off to sleep, but it was no good; just when he was on the brink of rest, the squeaking of what he knew to be Belphegor’s bedroom door filled the air.
Growling to himself, the long-haired man carefully untangled himself from his lover before he got out of bed and crossed to the door. He opened it and poked his head out, finding a semi-familiar blond stepping to his wing-mate’s room.
“Oi, Rasiel!” Squalo was quick to close the distance between he and the younger male, knowing that the other was up to no good; just because Belphegor wasn’t here tonight didn’t mean he was going to let the Millefiore patient do what he wanted; Rasiel was dangerous, and he had somehow escaped from solitary again.
“Yes~?” A crazed grin that could put Belphegor’s to shame crossed the smaller male’s face. “Do you know where my brother is~? I was going to wreck his room because he’s not in here, but you caught me~”
“Belphegor’s not here.” Catching sight of the knife tucked away in the blond’s hand, Squalo sneered. “Where the fuck do you keep getting those from?”
“Peasants don’t need to know a king’s business~”
“Whatever. Just get your ass back in solitary before I kill you myself; you crossed a fucking line with that dog, you piece of shit.”
The grin quickly fell from Rasiel’s face, becoming stoic. “I hate animals. I can’t stand them. The mangy mutt bit me first, so I stabbed it again and again and again~”
“You’re one sick fucking piece of work, aren’t you?”
Raising the knife in what could be perceived as a threatening manner, Rasiel sneered. “Do you want me to cut you up as well? I can dice you into tiny little pieces if you’d like~ It would be my pleasure~”
The long-haired man’s eyes narrowed further at these words. “Come near me and I’ll rip you to shreds. That’s the only warning you’re going to get; people like you shouldn’t exist.”
The blond shouted something incomprehensible before he shut his mouth mid-sentence. He started quivering in anticipation before he advanced on the older male, licking at his lips as he did so. “I really only want to see my beautiful brother covered in his own fluids, but I wouldn’t mind seeing what you look like splattered in blood~ Let’s –“
“- What’s going on?”
The two males turned around as one of the doors opened further down the hall and Mammon stepped into view. She yawned before she took in the sight of the two males, her body stiffening in annoyance.
“I’ll be glad when the staff finally get rid of you, Rasiel.” Mammon was quieter than usual, but the hatred in her tone was clear. “Hasn’t Bel suffered enough? Why do you insist on putting him through more?”
“Because it makes me hard to see him cry.” Changing direction, Rasiel instead moved towards Mammon, deciding to go for the weaker one first; it would be easier to take the woman out and then focus on Squalo, after all. “I’m going to tear your tongue out of your mouth and –“
“- Keep it down!” Leviathan was next to emerge from his room, and the Varia patient’s presence was enough to still Rasiel’s movements; even he wasn’t stupid enough to try and take on so many at once. “Boss is sleeping!”
“Yeah, we were all trying to sleep.” Lussuria’s sleepy voice filled the air as the man joined the rest of them, rubbing tiredly at his eyes. “Stop causing fights and go back to solitary, hon; it’s too early for this.”
“Why the fuck are all of you trash gathered outside of my room?” When Xanxus joined the others, Rasiel felt as if he could have a heart attack when red eyes fixed on him; out of all the patients here, Xanxus was one of the very few he wouldn’t fight if he could help it because he knew of the older male’s reputation – if the other were to get his hands on him, it could very well be the end of Rasiel. “Fucking trash, come back for more? Give me that fucking knife; I’ll drive it right between your eyes.”
Rasiel gasped as the other started stomping towards him. He backed up until he hit the wall behind him, feeling panic overwhelm him; Xanxus would keep his word if he got hold of the blade, after all.
“Xanxus, c’mon; it’s too early for this shit.” Squalo grabbed at his boyfriend’s pyjama sleeve, trying to tug the other back. “Can’t we handle this tomorrow? I’m sure we all want to get back to sleep.”
Xanxus stopped at his lover’s words before he gazed over his fellow Varia patients. He growled before he reached out, grabbing the front of Rasiel’s shirt to pull him close.
“Listen here, pathetic trash…” Xanxus leant in, resentment seeping into every word he spoke, “…if you so much as come near the prince trash or the frog trash again, you won’t just be dealing with me; you’ll want to watch your back because all of us will kill you. You’ve done enough to them.”
Rasiel nodded, small whimpers and pleas escaping his lips as he dropped the knife to the ground; as cocky as he was, he knew who he could stand over and who he couldn’t.
Xanxus shoved the other to the ground before he turned back to his room, knowing the younger wasn’t worth his time. “Hurry up, shitty shark.”
Squalo watched as the Millefiore patient scurried away, unable to feel anything but loathing towards the other; as Xanxus had put it, Rasiel truly was pathetic, a coward who chickened out the second someone bigger and stronger than him stood up to him – unlike Belphegor, who wouldn’t back down to anyone and would die laughing at the sight of his own blood.
As annoying and frustrating as Belphegor was, Squalo did like the younger twin – it was just a shame the man had to live with the scars his family had given him, something the silver-haired male could relate to; after having been abandoned by his family, he was terrified of being all alone, afraid that if he were to do something wrong, everyone here with leave him as well, just like his parents.
Lussuria had often mentioned to Squalo that perhaps this was the reason the long-haired man felt protective of Belphegor. Squalo didn’t know either way, but he wasn’t cruel enough to treat the blond so horribly for things he couldn’t help – he hadn’t asked for this depression, and he had suffered enough to know that no one would ever ask for a mental illness, especially to a severity such as Belphegor’s, where the blond had no choice but to live with, no matter how much he didn’t want to.
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