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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
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This chapter was actually very difficult to write, I found, and I feel it could have been done so much better. I also neglected to mention last chapter that this will be the final arc of this story if you couldn’t already tell, but I think there will still be plenty of chapters to come.
Sharing his home with three other males often made for Tsuna to feel crowded, but he would never regret the decisions he had made involving his new roommates; Gokudera couldn’t take care of himself with his injuries and thus the brunet would let him stay for as long as he needed, and having been the one to volunteer becoming Fran’s legal guardian, it was only expected for Mukuro to be around a lot; the two were near-inseparable, and Tsuna knew the blue-haired man was a huge part of Fran’s healing.
Currently, Tsuna was standing in the living room as he vacuumed the floor, leaving Fran and Mukuro to their own devices; the boy was sucking away at one of the many lollipops he had been bought earlier, and heterochromatic eyes stared lustfully at him. The therapist hadn’t taken much notice of this, his thoughts focused on Gokudera; the silver-haired male was tucked away by the couch in his wheelchair, napping, and Tsuna could only hope he was going to be okay.
It wasn’t until Mukuro stood up from the couch and approached the younger male did Tsuna return back to reality.
“Tsunayoshi…” Mukuro was quieter than usual, a husk in his voice that was only there when he was greatly aroused. Mismatched eyes stared into brown ones, spidery fingers twitching as if he were struggling to restrain a great impulse. Clearing his throat, the man glanced back at Fran before he asked in a low voice, “May I borrow your bedroom for a while…?”
Tsuna understood immediately. He nodded, pointing over to the coffee table in front of the couch. “Take the tissues if you want them.”
“Will you join me?” Though Tsuna had grown used to the other asking for such things, never before had Mukuro sounded depressed when he did so; it was enough to make Tsuna nod again, wanting to do whatever it took to make his patient happy.
“Master…?” Fran looked up as he realised the two were leaving him. His eyes widened with fear as he scrambled off the couch, his lollipop clutched tightly in his hand as he tried to follow them. He shivered as he felt Mukuro’s hand caress his face, leaning into the touch. “Master, where are you going?”
“Shh…” Mukuro smiled down at his charge, trying to soothe the distressed boy; Fran was clingy, and he shadowed the two men everywhere they went. “Tsunayoshi and I just… need to have a… little talk. I don’t want you to overhear it, so will you wait out here for me, please, little one?”
Reaching up to put his hand on top of Mukuro’s, Fran nodded. He nuzzled his cheek against the warm palm before he said, “Okay, Master…”
“Good boy.” Waiting until Fran had returned to the couch, the two males continued with their journey to Tsuna’s room.
Closing the door behind him, Tsuna said, “You seem very down today, Mukuro. What’s the matter?”
With a sigh, Mukuro sat down on the other’s bed. He carefully placed the box of tissues next to him before he explained what he was thinking. “I am feeling very lonely today, Tsunayoshi…”
Tsuna could believe this; he knew his patient well enough to know that the man preferred emotional comfort over physical, so on the odd occasion he did seek out sex, it was usually because he was desperate for any and all comfort he could get – as much as he probably was attracted to Fran, the boy would undoubtedly be unable to return those feelings for a very long time, if ever.
Sitting beside the older male, Tsuna didn’t mind the fingers that slowly caressed the back of his hand. “Did anything happen to make you feel this way, Mukuro?”
“…I greatly desire Fran, but I know he would not want to be in a relationship.” Lifting his eyes to meet the smaller male’s, Mukuro frowned. “I do not want to force myself on him and frighten him, but he is the only other person aside from yourself that I am comfortable enough with to wish to date…”
The psychologist knew for a fact that, though Mukuro wasn’t a virgin, he wanted to be loved more than anything – the reason why he was so good to Fran, able to understand what it was like to want to stay by someone’s side forever. The Vongola patient just wanted affection, and someone he could be affectionate to himself, but he trusted so few people, it was hard for him to find someone he was interested in.
“I agree that Fran isn’t ready just yet,” Tsuna said softly. “He needs patience, and you’ve given him more than enough of your own; I’m very proud of how you’ve been taking care of him for all this time – people always said you would never get better, but you’re the best patient out of them all.”
Mukuro nodded, reaching out to stroke his fingers against the younger’s cheek. “I love you, Tsunayoshi… I don’t want to be alone any longer… I want to be with you…”
“I’m sure you do, but you just admitted that you want Fran, too.” Tsuna knew that Mukuro did love them both in his own little way, but it wasn’t fair on either of them to be a rebound. “It doesn’t work like that, Mukuro; it’s one or the other, because I respect myself enough to not be used as a replacement or anything of the sort.”
Mukuro’s frown grew at these words. “I’m not replacing anyone… I want to be with you both. I am confused, Tsunayoshi; I only ever wanted you until I met Fran, and now… Do I have to prove myself to you…? Show you how much I love you…?”
Moving forward, Tsuna pressed his lips to Mukuro’s. The other froze in surprise for a few seconds before he kissed back, tangling his fingers in unruly brunet locks. The older male moaned softly as his already-hard groin throbbed in eagerness, shifting his hips so that they were closer to the smaller male by his side.
When they broke apart for air, Tsuna offered a gentle smile. “You proved that long ago, Mukuro; I always turned a blind eye to it because I was unsure of my own feelings for you. I always tried to deny how I felt and convince myself there was nothing but friendly feelings towards you, but… Ever since Fran came, I guess I’ve been a tad jealous at him getting all of your attention.”
“Kufufu~” The blue-haired man cocked his head to the side, his eyes shining with mischief. He threaded long fingers through soft brown locks, leaning forward to rest his forehead against the younger’s. “I can give you lots of attention, Tsunayoshi; I will give you anything you ask for.”
“I know you would.” Wrapping his arms around the skinnier male, Tsuna buried his face against the other’s shoulder. “The only problem is, I’m not anyone’s rebound, Mukuro. What are you going to do?”
“…” Resting his chin on top of Tsuna’s head, Mukuro sighed. “…As I said, I still greatly desire him… Can you consider letting him join us?”
Tsuna couldn’t deny the fact that having both of the males as his partners sounded appealing, but he sincerely doubted it would be something Fran would want, and he feared Mukuro may never grow out of his interest for Fran – for ten years he had never once given up in his pursuit of Tsuna, only growing more determined with each passing day.
The brunet worried that Mukuro may never find himself the relationship he so desperately wanted; the other could trust so few people, it wasn’t surprising there were only two people he loved enough to want to be with.
“Even if I do consider it, it might still never happen because it may not be what Fran wants,” Tsuna whispered in a soothing manner. “He’s been through so much; it will be best to let him decide what he wants without feeling pressured, because otherwise he may agree because he feels he’s forced to say yes, but will not be happy. Do you understand my concerns?”
Mukuro nodded, knowing they made sense; Fran would be happiest doing what he was most comfortable with. “Then I want him to decide for himself without knowing how I feel about him. …Even… if he decides he wants to be with someone else… That is okay if it means he will be happy… As long as he isn’t hurt again…”
“I’m sure he won’t be,” Tsuna said softly, although he knew in his heart the chance of Fran finding himself back into that vicious cycle was high, not through any fault of the boy’s own, but because of everything he had been through – Mukuro most likely knew this as well, but right now, the man needed comfort more than the truth. “I’m sure he’ll find someone who will love him as much as you do.”
“I hope so.” Looking down at the younger male, Mukuro offered a soft smile. “Will you please be mine, Tsunayoshi? You are right about Fran; I will only hurt us both if I chase him.”
Pressing his lips to Mukuro’s once again, Tsuna pushed the older male onto his back. He moved to straddle the fragile waist, smiling. “You deserve to be happy, Mukuro; you’re always trying to make others happy.”
Lifting his arms to hug whom he knew was his new boyfriend, Mukuro smiled back, feeling as if the aching in his chest was finally going away. Kissing the younger with all the love he had inside of him, heterochromatic eyes shone with more happiness than had ever been seen in them.
~~XX~~
Squalo frowned to himself as he walked through the corridors of the facility by his lonesome. He held tightly a key, one that he had talked Lussuria into ‘borrowing’ from Ryohei; though Lussuria still hadn’t been told about what Mammon had heard, he had been only too happy to help his friend out.
Stopping at the very end of the hall, Squalo wasn’t quite sure what rooms he wanted to enter; he had found himself at solitary, exactly where he had planned on going, but only just now realising that he had no idea where Rasiel and Byakuran had been placed.
Moving to the first door on his left, Squalo slipped the key into the hole and twisted it. To his immense pleasure, he found Rasiel curled up in one of the corners of the dark room, a blanket keeping the chill away from him.
“What do you want, peasant?” Rasiel didn’t make any move to approach the older male; he simply turned his head slightly so that he could peek out from beneath his long bangs at the other. “You come here to fight?”
“I only want to talk. What room is Byakuran in?” Squalo nodded when the younger jabbed his finger at the wall, understanding that the other Millefiore patient was next door. “I’ll be back.”
Leaving the door ajar, Squalo knew to be quick before the blond took that opportunity to escape; thankfully, it seemed the other wasn’t in the mood to move around as when he returned to Rasiel’s side two minutes later with Byakuran in tow, the older twin hadn’t lifted a finger.
“I’m curious as to what Squalo wants to talk about, he has to have the three of us gathered together.” Byakuran moved to lean against the wall of Rasiel’s room, running his fingers through his hair. “You’re quite the antisocial person, aren’t you, Squa-chan~?”
“I’m not antisocial,” Squalo muttered, kicking the door shut behind him. “I just have no patience for bullshit.”
“Same thing.” The Millefiore patient shrugged.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Squalo’s fingers twitched as his agitation grew. “…Mammon overheard a phone call Kyouya was having, and it sounds like this place is shutting for good.”
While Byakuran’s eyes widened in surprise, Rasiel simply laughed.
“Shesheshe~ Did the peasant really think a king would care for such a petty thing?”
“No.” If anything, Squalo had expected this kind of reaction; Rasiel cared for nothing around him unless it involved torturing Belphegor. “I just thought you might care about the fact they’re going to separate you and Belphegor for good if they go through with this.”
Rasiel’s grin quickly slipped off his face, falling silent. He made a soft growling noise before he shifted in clear irritation, muttering away to himself.
“I thought you of all people would have loved to have that happen,” Byakuran pointed out. “It’s clear I’m the only one who likes the conflict.”
“That’s because you’re just as fucking twisted as those twins are…” Shaking his head, Squalo let out a sigh. “Rasiel, if you don’t do something to show them you want to stay with Belphegor, none of us may be here anymore. We need to protest against this fucking thing before we’re all split up and shipped off to different hospitals – and if that happens, I can guarantee you they’ll treat you worse than the staff here would ever dream of doing. Remember what happened to Belphegor after he was transferred? It’ll happen to you, too, if you don’t do something.”
“…” The cogs in Rasiel’s mind turned at these words as he absorbed this information, taking in what he was being told; people wanted to take Belphegor away from him forever, and that was unacceptable.
Byakuran laughed at Squalo’s words, his violet eyes glinting with malice. “What, you think the twins showing a bit of brotherly love will change their minds, Squa-chan~?”
“Probably not, but it would be a start, wouldn’t it? It would show that the staff obviously can do their job and there’s progress being made – you don’t want to go back to where you came from, do you? I know you hated it there because you were mistreated as well.”
“…” Byakuran turned away at these words, remembering back to the original facility he had been transferred from; the staff had been so cruel to their patients, the man continuously lashed out at them to the point where he was considered too high maintenance and sent to the first hospital who offered to take him in. He had been lucky enough to be treated with kindness and understanding here, slowly coming out of his shell, and now that he was very happy with whom he was treated by, he didn’t want to leave – not to go back to what he had come from.
“Surely you guys can get it through your heads that if you keep acting out, we’re all fucked…” Squalo ducked his head, trying to hide the weakness in his eyes; it hurt to think about being taken away from Xanxus. “I bet killing that dog was the straw that broke the camel’s back; you can’t do shit like that and not expect for this place to get bad rep – it makes us all look bad.”
“…” The two Millefiore patients turned to look at each other, both as silent as they had been before.
“I don’t expect much at all from you two – in fact, I don’t expect anything…” Squalo shrugged, getting ready to leave. “I just… I just thought that if you guys don’t want to leave, then… Then maybe you’ll help us… Because we don’t want to leave, and… and be torn away from each other… I don’t know; maybe it’s wishful fucking thinking, but surely you could understand… You love your bother, don’t you, Rasiel? And who would you pick fights with if Mukuro wasn’t around, Byakuran? You’d probably never see the four-eyes again, and everyone knows you’re infatuated with him.”
“…”
Pushing the door open, Squalo stopped in the threshold. “If you don’t want to be taken away from them… Think about it… I won’t be holding my breath, though…”
Leaving the two alone, Squalo made his way back to the Varia Wing, hoping he had gotten through to at least one of them – they would need all the help they could get, after all.
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