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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
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It wasn’t unusual for Fran to stay up all night, or even have trouble staying asleep, but when he woke up to find that he was alone on the couch without Mukuro by his side, his anxiety spiked. Whimpering softly to himself, the boy climbed off the couch, tiptoeing past Gokudera who was fast asleep on the futon just a few feet away, and wandered towards the brunet’s bedroom.
The house had been silent as Fran traversed the hallways but, as soon as he stopped outside the door leading to his host’s bedroom and raised a shaking hand to twist the doorknob, he stopped; the noises coming from inside the room were only too familiar – but why did they seem different tonight? Why did it sound like the two making those horrible sounds were both enjoying it? Why could he hear both participants calling out the other’s name? Why were they… asking for more…?
Wrapping his arms around himself, Fran dragged his feet across the ground as he returned to the couch, his mind reeling over his most recent discovery; out of all the things in the world, why on Earth would both of his guardians enjoy sex together? Sex was a terrifying, agonising thing that made him feel smaller than he really was, forcing him into submission with the false allure that it wouldn’t be as bad if he didn’t fight it.
There were only too many nights where the boy had laid awake, unable to fall asleep as memories of intercourse petrified him into restlessness, wishing for death to hurry up and claim him so that he didn’t have to remember.
And now, as the boy curled back up on the couch, hiding beneath the warm blankets, Fran sobbed to himself as he tried to comprehend why Mukuro and Tsuna seemed to like having it together while he had felt nothing but overwhelming fear and agony with every person he had been with – he didn’t know if anyone knew his own father had sold him out to other men, but he hoped they didn’t; he already knew how disgusting he was for being unable to stop any of them, and he didn’t want to be judged any more than he felt he already was.
Fran wondered if Belphegor had ever worked out the answer to his question as to why the boy had managed to continue passing in school, but if the blond hadn’t, Fran wouldn’t be the one to ever tell him; he knew no one else had been forced by their parent to have sex with their teachers, and he was tired of being different from the others – it only ever caused him sadness and pain.
Trying to force himself back into sleep he knew would never come, Fran allowed himself to cry, hoping he wasn’t about to wake Gokudera up; the last thing he wanted was to have someone he didn’t know very well judging him in silence.
~~XX~~
When morning came and the three men finally emerged from slumber, Fran was already awake, having been staring across the room to the large curtains that hid the wall window from view. His eyes were wide, large bags beneath his eyes as he stared blankly ahead, his mind twisting and turning dangerously.
“Little one?” Mukuro was quick to notice this, and he moved to sit the boy up, holding him close. “Little one, what’s wrong?”
Fran blinked a few times as Mukuro’s voice slowly seeped into his awareness. He moaned before he shifted, his head pounding angrily. “…”
“What is the matter?” Mukuro was worried, having not seen his charge look so distant for a while now; was he upset that the older male had left his side once he had fallen asleep? “Please, talk to me, little one.”
Pulling away from the other, Fran trembled as ghostly touches lingered all over his senses, pain he remembered only too clearly feeling as if it were happening all over again. He sobbed as he shook his head, reaching up to rip at his hair.
“Little one…” Mukuro didn’t force his touch on the younger, knowing Fran well enough to know that the only reason he was refusing the older male was because he was scared. “Did you have nightmares again?”
Fran whimpered as he shook his head, looking anywhere but at the blue-haired man. When he spoke, it was in a voice quivering with terror. “Y-y-you… H-had… Had it… I h-heard you…”
Mukuro frowned as understanding washed over him; though he and Tsuna had purposely waited until later on in the night before they did anything to try and minimise the chance of Fran walking in on them, their efforts hadn’t been enough, and now he probably thought that they were no better than his father.
“Little one… I know I had it; I had it with Tsunayoshi.” Looking over his shoulder to see that Tsuna and Gokudera were doing their best to give them privacy by not listening in, the man was relieved; he was sure that Fran wouldn’t want anyone else to be paying attention during this conversation.
“W-why…?” The boy sounded so fearful, it broke Mukuro’s heart – but what he said next was the icing on the cake. “A-are you… g-g-going to… do it to me…?”
Fran knew he shouldn’t be so scared; he had already had it with Yamamoto, and he hadn’t minded when Belphegor had wrapped his hand around him and brought him to completion – was it because he was now re-evaluating the person he had seen Mukuro as? Letting Belphegor touch him hadn’t been so bad; it didn’t hurt like actual sex did, and he didn’t feel small and helpless, like he was forced to submit completely; it had been different to sex – sex, and the associated sensations with it, were what he truly feared, and it had been startling to suddenly realise that the one he loved most indulged in what his nightmares were made of.
“No, little one,” Mukuro promised, understanding now what Tsuna had been worried about; it seemed Fran would never be able to function properly in a sexual relationship. “I would never do anything to you that you are not comfortable with.”
Fran licked at his lips before he said, “But… T-takeshi… Takeshi did it to me… I had to… t-to pretend… i-it was Bel-s-senpai…”
Gokudera naturally tuned in at the mention of his boyfriend, his eyes widened as he realised exactly what had just been implied; Yamamoto had had sex with Fran, and no one had dared tell him.
“The fuck did you just say?!” In his stress, Gokudera couldn’t help but shout at the boy, earning a wide-eyed whimper from the youngest. Wishing he could reach forward and pull the other towards him, the psychiatrist could only resort to raising his voice at the other. “The fuck did you just say?!”
Fran whimpered again before he pulled himself over the back of the couch, terrified by the shouting. He tumbled to the floor haphazardly, frightened further by the hands that had reached out to try and stop him from escaping. Once he had gotten to his feet, he fled further into the house, hiding in the first gap he could find. He could hear Mukuro wandering the house and calling out for him, but he didn’t emerge; not until night had fallen and everyone had gone back to bed.
~~XX~~
It wasn’t often that Spanner and Shoichi had had chances to see Belphegor back when he was still confined to his bed at the facility, so it was true they hadn’t been fully prepared to handle him when they brought him back to his home, not knowing every little quirk and behavioural issue he had.
It was just after breakfast, and though Shoichi and Spanner had already eaten, their guest wanted to be difficult today; he had thrown a tantrum when he discovered that the breakfast course was something he didn’t want to eat, and though Shoichi had gone and prepared an entirely new meal just for him, it still hadn’t been enough for Belphegor who insisted on having it cooked all over again because it didn’t taste the same way he remembered back in his childhood.
Once breakfast had finally been dealt with and the Varia patient had taken a few bites out of his meal before deciding he was full, he had wandered out to the backyard, laughing away to himself as he chased after a flock of birds that had been settled out the green lawn.
It didn’t take long for Shoichi to find him outside and then bring him back in, knowing that without the security of the fenced off facility, Belphegor could easily run away from here without them knowing for hours. The older male had loudly protested, drawing the attention of neighbours who were within earshot, before he grudgingly went back into the house, attempting to lock his host outside as he did so.
And now, as the older blond had sulked off into the living room, leaving Shoichi and Spanner to clean the kitchen, the redhead was just about to go and make sure Belphegor wasn’t getting into any trouble; the ill male always seemed to find something to get into when he wasn’t being supervised, but neither of them could blame him; Belphegor had spent far too many years tied down to a bed with nothing but his own hallucinations to stimulate him – it was expected for him to want to keep himself entertained now that he had the means to do so.
“Hey, Belphegor, do you –“ Shoichi stopped and blinked as he took in the sight before him; right there, on his couch was Belphegor, the older male’s pants unzipped as he moaned quietly to himself, his hand moving at a fast pace along himself. Cheeks flushed red, he mumbled, “…Never mind…”
Turning back to head into the kitchen, Shoichi tried to rid his mind of the mental image before him, embarrassed by what he had just seen; he knew that masturbation was completely normal and healthy, especially for someone as deprived as Belphegor, but he had never been with someone other than Spanner before, and he wasn’t used to seeing other men naked, especially in his own home.
“Sho, what’s the matter?” Spanner put down the plat he had just been about to submerge in hot water, noticing the nervous expression on his lover’s face.
The older male’s face turned scarlet as he shook his head, moving to hide his face in against his boyfriend’s chest. “…”
Spanner embraced the smaller male, smiling gently; he knew the other well enough to be able to make an educated guess about what could be the matter. “Was Belphegor masturbating?”
The redhead frowned as he nodded, uncomfortable to be talking about his patient like this. “…”
Running calloused fingers through soft red locks, Spanner’s smile became gentler. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Sho; it’s natural, and we’re all males here. He’s probably just bored, if anything; you know how he doesn’t like not having anything to do.”
“I know…” The therapist sighed, snuggling in close to the familiar warmth. “I guess I just wasn’t expecting it…”
Spanner couldn’t help but feel his pants becoming tighter at the realisation that his patient was in the other room, pleasuring himself. Shoichi must have felt it as well, because the smaller male was quick to pull away and look down.
“Spanner…?” The slighter male frowned as he lifted his head to meet his partner’s gaze, confused as to why a lump was quickly becoming visible. “Why are you…?”
Taking Shoichi’s chin in his hand, Spanner lifted the other’s head to look up at him. A sincere frown was on his face as he whispered, “I’m sorry…”
It took only seconds for everything to click in Shoichi’s mind, and a heartbroken look crossed his face. It all made sense now; why Spanner had hinted at being interested in someone else all those months ago, and why he often seemed to hang around Belphegor quite a lot when he didn’t interact very much with the other patients outside of his own Millefiore ones.
“Belphegor…?” Shoichi couldn’t understand why, out of all of their patients, it was the blond Varia patient his lover had become attracted to – surely it could only be physical, right? Belphegor certainly was a very handsome man, but his personality…? The complete opposite. “…I just… Why Belphegor…?”
“I’m sorry…” Spanner sighed, knowing how upset his lover would be; Shoichi was sensitive, and probably worried that he was no longer good enough for the younger male. “I love you, Sho. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Shoichi had always been the kind of person who would do anything it took to please his loved ones; it was no surprise he said what he did next without any thought. “If… If you want him so badly… H-he can join us, Spanner – just… P-please… D-don’t leave me…”
Spanner frowned as his lover moaned softly, knowing the other’s anxiety was flaring. He pulled the smaller male over to the kitchen table and sat him down, moving to get him a glass of water. He didn’t speak as the therapist sipped at the liquid; he simply patted red hair as he waited ever-so-patiently for his lover to calm down a little bit.
Finally, putting the glass down on the table, Shoichi looked up with a betrayed expression on his face. “Have you done anything with him…?”
Looking away, Spanner knew not to lie – no matter how much he wanted to in this moment. “…I touched him a little after we had sedated him that morning… I don’t know what came over me; I just wanted to feel him…”
Shoichi’s eyes widened at these words, pulling away from the hand that was patting him. “…You molested him, Spanner…”
“I know I did, and I feel sick over it…” Pulling out the chair next to his boyfriend’s, Spanner dropped his chin into his hand. “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone…”
Shaking his head, the older male leaned forward, taking Spanner’s hands in his. “It doesn’t… I won’t tell anyone, Spanner…! Just… D-don’t leave me… Please… If… If Belphegor agrees to it, he can join us…!”
“Listen to what you’re saying, Sho.” Spanner knew Shoichi well, and he also knew the other wasn’t even thinking about what he was requesting; would Shoichi be happy with an additional partner, much less one such as Belphegor? Most likely not. “You’re compromising your own happiness because your anxiety has got you thinking irrationally – I am not going to leave you ever, Sho.”
In the deepest recesses of his heart, Shoichi did know that – but his judgement and coherence was clouded by his disorder, and he was utterly terrified of what he knew wasn’t going to happen. “…I know that… I just can’t think clearly…”
As much as Spanner would love to have Belphegor join them, it wasn’t something he needed; all he needed was Shoichi by his side, and he would forever be content – a third lover would simply be an unrequired bonus.
Pressing forward, Spanner claimed soft lips with his own. He threaded his fingers through soft locks before he pulled away, smiling. “We’re going to talk about this when your anxiety is under control; I don’t want blind decisions being made when you’re feeling so bad – it might not be the best course of action for you.”
Spanner nodded, smiling shyly at the psychiatrist; he knew how blessed he was to have someone as loving and understanding as Spanner.
~~XX~~
Staring out of his window to the street, Hibari sighed as he watched the cars go past. Paperwork lay scattered on his desk before him, next to an uneaten bento Dino had prepared for him next to the papers. His latest phone call was reeling on his mind, and he just didn’t know what to do anymore; if the members of the board were coming out tomorrow to inspect the place as promised, there would be little Hibari could do to change their minds if they saw just what was happening to this place; with just about all of the staff members out of action, and patients who didn’t seem to be getting any better, would they believed him if he said he could turn things around?
Pushing his chair backwards, Hibari stood up and stretched. Feeling his bird nuzzle into his hair, the skylark was quick to leave his office, intending on visiting his patients and seeing how they were going. Mukuro, Fran and Belphegor weren’t here today, instead staying with their respective carers, so he had plenty of time to check on all of the patients.
The two Millefiore patients were the first on the list, and to his immense surprise, both of them seemed to be on their best behaviour. While Byakuran easily enough charmed his way out of solitary, Rasiel had a bit of difficulty – but in the end, he got what he wanted as he always did.
“I just want to see my brother~” Rasiel’s Cheshire grin was stretched across his face, never bothering to move from where he was curled up in the corner. “The peasant already told the king to be good or they’ll take him away forever~”
Assuming the aforementioned peasant was another hallucination – a very coincidental one at that – Hibari didn’t question this. “You know you’re not allowed to see him.”
“Ah, but the king will be very good today~ Sheshe~ The king will give Bel lots of kisses to prove this~”
“He wouldn’t appreciate that at all.”
“Sure, he would; Bel always kisses back. He loves his kisses.”
Hibari knew this wasn’t true – if anything, the younger twin would have been trying to refuse the kiss – but there was just no telling this to someone as delusional as Rasiel. “I’m not letting you go and see him.”
“You can do that, but the king will always find a way to give his brother a great big kiss~”
The skylark didn’t doubt these words; Rasiel was a master at escaping anything that was thrown his way, and quite frankly, what was now the issue with letting him out of solitary? There were no animals, no Belphegor around to murder; he didn’t bother the other patients much, if it all – with Belphegor out of the equation, there really wasn’t much harm – and with the way things were going, he might as well enjoy what little time he had left here in the comfort of his own room.
Stepping back to hold the door open, Hibari was as stoic as ever. “I will see what I can allow. Return to your room if you wish.”
Rasiel’s grin grew even wider as he clambered unsteadily to his feet. He yawned, intending on curling up in his familiar bed for hours to come – he loved his bed just as much he did Belphegor, after all.
~~XX~~
Curling back beneath his warm blanket at what must have been very late at night, Fran watched the sleeping Gokudera warily, scared of being yelled at again. He briefly considered taking his blanket and sleeping beneath the kitchen table, but now that the boy was comfortable, he really didn’t want to move again; he just wanted to lay here forever and never have to deal with anything again.
Pulling his blanket over his head, Fran tried to hide away from the world he knew he was going to have to face again tomorrow morning – but never facing it ever again sounded far more appealing than almost anything he could think of, second only to death.
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