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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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Because there are so many major characters in this particular fic, I’m trying to make the chapters longer than usual to fit in more detail and involve as many different characters as I can. Some chapters will focus more on specific characters as their actions will overlap later with another character (if that makes any sense), but all in all, I’ve never worked on a story like this before, so it might take some practise in giving everyone as much screen time and plot development as I can. A bit of criticism in this matter would be greatly appreciated so I can know what I’m doing well and what I need to work on; I strive to do my best in each story so I can please as many readers as I can, so it’s good to know my strengths and weaknesses.
Tsuna was a very accepting person by heart; he never judged anyone by their skin colour, gender or sexuality, and he most certainly never let a sickness define what he thought of someone else, but if there was one patient that always made him laugh with their antics, it was Byakuran, a white-haired man with a marshmallow fetish and a delusional disorder similar to Mukuro’s.
Tsuna, Yamamoto and Gokudera were sitting together out in the activities room, comparing notes on certain patients, when a marshmallow was thrown at them. They knew instantly who it was, and turning around to come face-to-face with the smiling man made it all the more clearer.
“Do you want this back?” Yamamoto picked up the fluffy treat, holding it out with a big smile. “It’s not like you to waste food.”
Byakuran stood up from the table he had been sitting at, taking back his single marshmallow. “Thank you.”
Tsuna couldn’t help but smile as he noticed the paper-mache wings sitting on the table in front of the older male. “Did you make those with Shoichi-kun today?”
Byakuran nodded, a smile similar to Mukuro’s gracing his face. Tsuna had noticed the two patients’ personalities were quite similar; both were playful, but at the same time their disorders could twist their actions and cause them to do things they were barely conscious of.
“It might be best if you take them to your room so no one breaks them,” Tsuna said softly, thinking only of the other man’s feelings. “You did very well on them, Byakuran.”
The taller male’s smile brightened as he nodded, standing up to do as suggested. The three staff members watched him leave before Yamamoto spoke.
“He looks much better than when he was first here.”
The two older males nodded. Again, Byakuran wasn’t a patient Gokudera was fond of, but he tolerated the other better than most of the others.
“The important thing is that his delusions have stopped for the most part.” Tsuna glanced down at his watch before he looked back over his notes. “I’m still surprised he was throwing marshmallows at us.”
Gokudera sniggered as Yamamoto laughed; the two knew how much of a sweet tooth their patient had.
It had been quiet in the activity room today; it was storming viciously outside, a cold draft seeping into the building – the heating system had been malfunctioning as of late, and as hard as Tsuna had tried to get someone out to look at it, it was difficult when the company was so busy, they were put on a waiting list.
So when the swinging doors opened again shortly after Byakuran had returned, Tsuna looked up to see who was entering. He tilted his head and frowned as Mukuro approached him, the new patient, Fran, close by.
“Tsunayoshi,” Mukuro purred, his eyes shining with amusement, “I’m not sure if you realise this or not, but with your lack of security lately, patients are getting out of hand.”
“Ryohei can’t spend his life here, Mukuro,” Tsuna replied back calmly. “I understand what you’re saying, but until we can staff more guards, we can only make do with our manpower. If someone has been bothering you, I would be more than happy to sort it out.”
“Oh, no, it’s not important.” Mukuro’s smile widened, as if he had been waiting for this. “I must tell you that if you’re going to be sorting people out, you should start with yourself; I still want your body, Tsunayoshi.”
“I’ll see what I can do for you, Mukuro, but I can’t promise anything.” Tsuna was calm, knowing how to handle the older male.
“See to it that you do. Come, little one.” Mukuro reached out, taking Fran’s tiny hand in his. The smaller male moved quickly to keep up with the stronger one, looking at the ground as he did so.
“That’s a bit... odd.” Yamamoto watched the two patients head over to an unoccupied couch, the blue-haired man climbing on first before the younger followed him up; he knew it wasn’t normal for Mukuro to let someone so close to him. “What’s up with them?”
“Maybe Mukuro’s just learning to let other people in. I think – hold on, Byakuran’s going over there.”
Byakuran and Mukuro conflicted dangerously. While what looked to others to be a calm, civil conversation, was actually subtle taunting as they tried to coax each other into making the first move.
Yamamoto stood up, ready to intervene if it looked to be anything serious today; the two didn’t always fight, but that wasn’t often.
“Mukuro-chan is looking swell today.” Byakuran was standing in front of the couch, his big smile on his face. His light purple eyes regarded Fran curiously, but inside he was thinking of the best way to get the younger out of the picture; despite his seemingly calm and soft demeanour, Byakuran could be as sadistic and vicious as Belphegor if he didn’t like someone. “Who is your little friend?”
“His name is Fran.” Mukuro pulled Fran onto his lap, their chests pressing against each other as the older male wrapped his arms protectively around the boy. “He belongs to me now.”
Byakuran’s smile held a deadly edge to it now. He moved closer, reaching out to touch teal hair, only to laugh softly as the boy whimpered and pressed further against Mukuro, trying to escape the touch.
“He is quite adorable,” Byakuran observed. “However, I think you should just throw him to Belphegor – I’m sure the young prince wouldn’t mind a fuck toy.”
Fran moaned into Mukuro’s shoulder as he started to tremble. He could feel the way Mukuro’s grip on him tightened, and heard the hiss said man made.
“Would you like to know what Hell feels like?” Mukuro’s heterochromatic eyes narrowed as they observed his antagonist. “I would be more than happy to introduce you to it.”
“Oh, and which past life are you referring to?” Byakuran laughed cheerfully as he pulled a marshmallow from his pocket, flicking it into his mouth. “Could it be that you’re such a terrible person, you went to Hell in all of them? Such a sad destiny to forever be cursed with the promise of Hell.”
Fran was very uncomfortable with the things he was hearing; he didn’t want the newcomer to stay any longer – he just wanted to have Mukuro back to himself so that he could at least feel somewhat safe with his new living conditions.
“M-master...” Fran wriggled around on the man’s lap, trying to get as close as he possibly could, hoping that maybe if he appeared small enough, the other male would forget that he was there and would leave him alone.
Mukuro ran a hand through Fran’s dirty teal locks, trying to soothe the other. His attention was focused on Byakuran, and as much as he wanted to fight the other, he knew that the three staff members were waiting to intervene.
“’Master’?” Byakuran smirked. “Have you managed to dominate him already? I heard the rumours that say he is a rape victim. They say his father raped and abused him his entire life, and that he was so messed up in the head from it, no one wanted him and he was dumped here.”
Fran sniffed as his fingers dug into Mukuro’s clothing, knowing that the ‘rumours’ were correct. He had hoped to keep that part of his life secret, but apparently word got around fast.
“What I do with him is our business,” Mukuro growled. “His past is not to be brought up without his consent.”
“I don’t think anyone cares much about his consent, Muku-chan.” Byakuran smiled, as if what he had said wasn’t one of the cruellest things anyone could come up with.
By now, Tsuna had realised the severity of the situation, managing to catch snippets of their conversation. He nodded at Gokudera to handle Byakuran while he and Yamamoto moved to Mukuro’s side.
“Byakuran, I think it’s time for you to leave Mukuro and Fran alone.” Tsuna was trying to his best to be as friendly as he could be, but it was hard when he felt sickened by the idea of someone using a young boy’s past to mess with someone else.
“Muku-chan and I haven’t finished our conversation.” Byakuran smiled playfully as he regarded the others.
“I understand, but if you want to talk with him, you should not be saying those kinds of things to him. Please go with Gokudera-kun, Byakuran.”
The white-haired man didn’t protest; he went along peacefully. Yamamoto knelt down by Mukuro’s side, trying to catch sight of Fran’s face; he wasn’t sure if the other was crying or not.
Reaching out to brush teal hair from Fran’s face, Yamamoto smiled as brightly as he could when frightened eyes fixed on him. “Want to come play some baseball with me?”
Fran blinked, tears slipping past his long eyelashes, as he looked up at Mukuro. The older man smiled down at him, Mukuro pressing his lips against Fran’s forehead as he nodded. “Go on, little one. He is one of the few good ones here. I have to see my cousin, so I will come and collect you when I’m done.”
Fran nodded, hesitant to climb off of his new guardian’s lap. He avoided all eye contact with Yamamoto, flinching as the man reached out to pat his shoulder. He hugged himself as he followed behind Yamamoto, looking back at Mukuro as he fought the temptation to run back to him and hide in his arms.
Tsuna watched the two go before he turned back to Mukuro, his dark eyes as soft as his voice. “What’s the deal with Fran? It isn’t like you to become attached to someone so quickly.”
Mukuro’s smirk widened as he stood up, reaching out to caress Tsuna’s face. “Don’t get the wrong idea, Tsunayoshi; he’s cute and all, but it’s you I want.”
Gently shaking Mukuro’s hand from his face, Tsuna nodded. “As long as you look after him, Mukuro-san; he’s been hurt enough in his life – just like you.”
“The difference between us is that I was a guinea pig for experiments ran by my own family.” Reaching up, Mukuro brushed back strands of blue hair, revealing his red eye. “This eye is the proof of that. He’s lucky he didn’t have to go through that much.”
Tsuna smiled sadly as he patted Mukuro on the back, knowing that the slaughter of his family hadn’t been entirely due to his illness; he had been sane enough to know what was going on when he was repeatedly tied down to a table – he had just been pushed over his breaking point.
“You shouldn’t have had to experience that either, Mukuro-san; neither of you deserved any of that.”
“I do not need your pity, Tsunayoshi; that is one thing I do not dabble in.”
Tsuna couldn’t help but smile a bit brighter at these words, knowing how strong Mukuro really was at heart.
~~XX~~
Hibari had never been one for social activities; during his school years, he had focused solely on disciplining those who went against the rules, and even now, he was serious about enforcing the rules – while Tsuna had – fearfully – requested a kinder, gentler approach to the patients, Hibari had reluctantly agreed on the condition that if he were to run into those breaking rules, he could punish them how he wished, staff, patient or visitor.
So now, as someone kicked his office door open and a head of blond hair poked in, Hibari knew he was pissed off.
“Why are you out of your room, herbivore?” Hibari stood up, withdrawing a pair of tonfa from his desk drawer. “I do not remember granting permission for you to be wandering around unsupervised.”
Belphegor stood in the doorway, a shit-eating grin on his face. His hands were covered in blood, specks of it on his lower face, and his shirt was stained with copious amounts.
“The prince was bored~” Belphegor leant against the doorframe, pulling a knife from his pocket. The blade was stained in blood, and Hibari wasn’t sure of it were his blood or someone else’s. “It’s not nice to keep a prince restrained~”
“Whose blood is that?” Hibari gestured to the other’s shirt, his dark eyes narrowed.
“It’s the blood of a prince~” Bel lifted the blade to his lips, his long tongue cleaning the red liquid from it. He didn’t flinch as his tongue was sliced; he merely laughed and licked his lips, spreading it around his face. “There were no peasants around to skewer~”
Hibari wasn’t sure of where the patient had gotten that knife, nor did he know how he had gotten out of restraints and a locked door. Bel really was a mystery.
While the raven approached Bel, the blond stepped back in order to keep distance between them. His mind was calculating each and every move that was made, forming an angle of attack within seconds. Hibari, however, was also a force to be reckoned with – when Belphegor started running at him with crazed laughter, Hibari countered, sparing himself an injury while simultaneously catching the smaller man off-guard.
“Hibari-san!”
Both males turned to look as they noticed Yamamoto and Fran running towards them – well, Yamamoto ran while simultaneously dragging Fran along with him.
“Hibari-san, what’s going on?”
“The herbivore has gotten out again.”
Yamamoto winced as he noticed all the blood that covered Bel; he hated knowing that Belphegor got kicks out of drawing his own blood, knowing that with suicidal behaviour already established, the patient could be found dead one day, and no one would have even realised he had – again – gotten out of his restraints.
“Fran, you stay back here, alright?” Yamamoto placed both hands on the boy’s shoulders as he pressed Fran against the wall, hoping the younger would be okay and that Belphegor wouldn’t notice him there. “If he comes at you, you’ve got to run.”
Fran nodded, his emotionless facade broken as he displayed fear – probably due to remembering too much of his past because of what was happening.
“Now, now, Bel-kun.” Yamamoto raised his hands slowly as he warily approached the older male. He knew that Belphegor was unpredictable, and had a knife he would be only too happy to use. “Why are you out of your room?”
“The prince wanted to squash a cockroach.” Bel’s grin was maniacal as he laughed. “Ushishishi~ The prince just wants to know where Jill is~”
“Bel-kun, you know you’re not allowed to see Rasiel, or be out of your room without supervision.” Yamamoto reached out towards Bel, prepared to pull back at the slightest movement from the other. “Who let you out?”
“Ushishishi~” Bel just laughed, obscured eyes watching warily as a hand approached him. He shivered in anticipation before, as quick as lightning, he jumped forward, knocking Yamamoto to the ground. He raised the knife, ready to stab as many times as he could, but Yamamoto was also fast; the younger male had raised his arm, blocking the knife. A large gash was left behind, but it was better than being impaled in a vital organ.
“Get off!” Yamamoto struggled to push the patient off him, knowing that Bel was insane and would kill him at the first chance he was given – there was no room to be lenient here; it was his life or Bel’s.
Hibari knew that his employee was in trouble, so tackling Bel off the other, he managed to pin him to the ground and wrestle the knife out of Bel’s hand. One could never be too sure that was the only knife Bel had, but Hibari would most certainly notice if another was being drawn.
Bel snarled and screamed as he struggled to get free – if there was one thing he hated more than being touched, it was being restrained and held down on the ground; only too many times had his older twin brother held him down and violated him, and he would be damned if he let it happen anymore.
Yamamoto withdrew an emergency syringe he kept in his pocket. He knelt by the two older men, reaching out for Bel’s arm. He pricked the blond and sent sedatives throughout the vicious male’s body, and now all they had to do was wait.
Fran was still standing by the wall, watching with wide, horrified eyes as Yamamoto bled dangerously fast, the sleeve of his blue jacket becoming wet with blood. He was honestly too scared to move, so when Yamamoto’s attention focused on him, he bit back a sob, not knowing what to expect; was the man going to take it out on him...?
“Sorry, Fran...” Yamamoto winced before he smiled at the younger. “Guess we’ll have to play baseball another time.”
“Go to the infirmary and get that looked at.” Hibari knelt by the blond’s side, ignoring the random mumblings the other made.
“I’m okay; I’ll take Bel with me and make sure he’s alright.” Yamamoto leant down as well, trying to lift the sedated man from the ground. He whimpered and dropped Bel as his injury burned angrily, knowing that Hibari was right.
“Come on, Fran.” Yamamoto nodded his head towards they way they had come. “Can you come with me, please?”
Fran nodded and followed the man, sparing a wary glance at the two still in the hallway. He reached out, his tiny hand curling into Yamamoto’s jacket as he pressed closer to him, frightened by what had happened.
“Is your arm okay...?” Fran whispered, teal eyes looking scared.
“It will be. I’m just glad it wasn’t you he went after.” Yamamoto truly was grateful it had been him and not the boy; he was certain that if it had been Fran, the teenager would have been dead already.
“What was wrong with him...?” The boy sounded so sad, it broke Yamamoto’s heart.
Yamamoto offered his gentlest smile before he explained, knowing that this was a sensitive topic for Fran. “Similar to the things you went through, Bel did, too. Schizophrenia isn’t normally an illness that makes the sufferer become violent to those around them, but we’ve established that the voices he hears is what aggravates his own suffering. He suffered very much in his life, and it’s made him the man he is today. Please do not think badly of him; he’s already been through enough as it is without being judged for the things he can’t control.”
“...” Fran looked at his feet as he nodded, knowing what it was like to be judged; he had tried several times to kill himself over the years, and back when he was still attending school, the teachers and students alike made him feel as if there was something wrong with him for what he had tried – as if what he was going through at home wasn’t a valid reason to feel the way he did.
“Belphegor needs a lot of help,” Yamamoto said, mostly to himself this time. “More than anything, he needs a friend, but there are few people in this building who care about him... It’s tragic, really.”
Fran knew it was a tragic story, but he also knew that could have been him in Bel’s position; he could have been all alone, but Mukuro had plucked him from Tsuna’s grasp and taken him in. He was lucky for that – Mukuro was honestly the first friend he had ever had.
Deep down in his heart, Fran felt a relief that at least he was better off than Belphegor – and he knew it was selfish of him to think that way.
~~XX~~
Over the years, Spanner had become fond of Rasiel; the man was usually pleasant to talk to, but if he was in a particularly sadistic mood, he spoke of nothing but Bel – they weren’t good things at all, and the only reason any of the staff had made a guess at sexual abuse in the twins’ childhood was because Rasiel constantly talked of the things he had done to his sibling.
Bel had never confirmed this as he always fell silent when this was questioned, but the unrelenting hatred and wish to kill Rasiel had been enough to assume there was some truth to what was said.
Belphegor wasn’t a patient Spanner saw much; the man was always kept in his room, running on strict exercise routines that were carefully formulated to avoid as much contact with the other patients as possible – it wasn’t because the staff hated Bel; it was because the blond was so dangerous, none of them wanted to take any chances.
Knocking on the younger twin’s door to alert Bel to his presence, Spanner slipped the key he had borrowed from Yamamoto into the lock and twisted it, stepping into the room seconds later. As expected, Bel was restrained to the bed, a frown on the man’s face.
“I heard about what happened.” Spanner closed the door behind him, moving to sit on the chair pressed against the far wall. “Who let you out?”
Bel mumbled something incomprehensible, his body shifting as if he was trying to roll onto his side.
“Pardon?” Spanner pulled out a lollipop from his pocket, just like he was accustomed to doing.
“Baseball brat didn’t lock the door...” Bel muttered a tad louder. “Squalo came in, shouting at me... Got mad...”
“Why would he shout at you, Bel?”
“Because I was laughing too loud and disturbed his fucking beauty sleep...” Bel tended to be docile for a while after sedation. It seemed to be the only time one could hold a conversation with him without his illnesses getting in the way.
Spanner nodded, understanding what he had been told; Yamamoto hadn’t locked the door after his session with Bel, and after that, Squalo had come in, not only making the blond angry, but helping him realise he had one less confine. So how did...?
“How did you get out of your restraints?” Spanner questioned, twirling the lollipop in his hand.
“Broke the buckles...”
“Smart man.” Spanner moved to sit on the side of the bed, taking the wrapping off the lollipop. He pressed it against Bel’s lips, and it took only a few seconds of tensing before Bel realised what it was.
Bel eagerly accepted the treat into his mouth, sucking away greedily as Spanner held onto the stem, careful so that Bel wouldn’t choke.
It was rare for Spanner to be intrigued by someone more than he was with technology, but he had certainly been fascinated by Belphegor over the years; the vast contrast between the twins was astounding, and after working with one, Spanner couldn’t resist unravelling the other.
Sometimes that allure made Spanner wonder just where he crossed the line regarding his feelings towards Bel; he had never felt a sexual attraction to Rasiel, and while he was already in a committed relationship, there were the nights he lay awake thinking of the younger twin.
Spanner often wondered if he should see a shrink of his own regarding this issue.
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