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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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“What are you guys doing?” Yamamoto smiled as he took note of Squalo and Lussuria standing in the hallway of the Varia Wing corridor together, muttering about something. Lussuria was smiling placidly while Squalo turned around to glare at his therapist, a vein on his forehead twitching.
“Not your business, trash!” Squalo screamed, waving his arms in the air in a threatening manner. “Butt out!”
Lussuria chuckled before he pressed the tips of his forefingers together, a soft, easy-going smile crossing his face. “Squal-chan was telling me about his latest date with Xanxus-kun~”
Yamamoto laughed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “I thought you guys were together. May I ask? How do you go on dates together, though?”
A dark tint crossed Squalo’s cheeks before he started shouting again, taking a few steps towards Yamamoto. “It’s not your fucking business!”
Yamamoto raised his hands into the air, his voice taking on that soothing aspect that made him so good at what he did. “Now, now, Squalo, I meant no harm in asking; I was just curious. If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine.”
Squalo huffed before he turned around and stormed back into his room, the door slamming closed behind him. Lussuria just chuckled as he turned to regard the younger male.
“Their dates consist of activities, fighting, and then sex.” Lussuria had never seemed as docile as he did in this moment.
“It seems he didn’t want me to know about his relationship.” Yamamoto could understand that; despite the way he carried himself, Squalo was rather unconfident in himself and probably feared negative attention from his psychologist.
“I was the only one to know until I told you~” Lussuria opened the door to his bedroom, just by his side; he knew that Yamamoto was here for one of their sessions together.
Xanxus, Lussuria and Squalo went years back, so it was only natural they were all as close as they were. Yamamoto followed the older male into the room, making sure to close the door behind him.
“How are you feeling today, Lussuria?” Yamamoto took a seat on the chair while his patient sat on the edge of the bed.
Lussuria hummed as he swung his legs back and forth, his smile becoming crooked the more he relaxed. “I’m okay, hon~ What about you?”
“I’m fine, thank you.” Yamamoto’s grin was as bright as the man’s personality. “Is there anything you wish to talk about with me today?”
Lussuria started shaking his head before he frowned, nodding instead. “...There’s something that’s been bothering me...”
“What’s that?”
“Ryohei hasn’t been here the past couple of days... Is he alright?” Lussuria sounded so concerned for someone else, it was refreshing – Yamamoto was used to the lack of empathy and self-neglect most of the patients had, which was why he was rather fond of Lussuria.
“He’s fine; there was just some family issues he had to attend to. He’s back today if you want to see him after we’re done talking.”
Lussuria smiled brightly as he nodded, his laid-back personality returning. “Maybe he’ll tell me what was going on so I can help~”
The younger male felt warm at his patient’s words; Lussuria had a good heart – it was just unfortunate he didn’t have anyone willing to care for him when he needed it. As a teenager, he had been kicked out of home by his parents for his orientation, which had resulted in his anxiety, and his bi-polar episodes were so severe, he couldn’t afford to live by himself, which was why he had brought himself here.
“Do you think he’ll bring the portable TV so we can watch boxing again?” Lussuria sounded so hopeful, Yamamoto couldn’t help but agree – Ryohei and Lussuria had a very close friendship, founded on their similar interests. The patient tended to stick close to Ryohei at times, and it was never surprising to walk into the security office and find them kicking back and watching TV together as if they’d known each other forever.
“I’ll let him know you’re asking about it. Is there anything else? Is your medication bothering you at all?”
“No, hon~” Lussuria leant back against his wall, picking up one of his stuffed teddy bears. He hugged it tightly to him as he smiled brightly, shaking his head at Yamamoto. “May we end this now so I can visit Ryohei?”
Yamamoto nodded as he stood up. He reached out, clapping Lussuria on the shoulder. “Let me know if there’s anything bothering you, okay?”
“Thank you, sweetie.” Lussuria lifted the teddy, burying his face in the soft fabric.
Yamamoto closed the door quietly behind him. He checked his watch, finding that he had a free hour until his next session, and there really wasn’t anything else he needed to do.
Moving to the door across from Lussuria’s, Yamamoto pushed it open, checking the occupant inside. He found Xanxus on the bed, curled up in the blankets as he slept peacefully – no trouble from him for a while.
The room next to the dark-haired man’s was Bel’s, and upon checking up on the resident, Yamamoto found the blond laughing to himself as he mumbled away, completely unaware of his therapist’s presence.
Squalo had been placed next to Belphegor, and upon making sure the man was okay, Yamamoto found him standing by the window, staring out into the distance.
“I hope I didn’t upset you earlier, Squalo.” Yamamoto stepped further into the room, keeping the door open.
Squalo just shrugged, not bothering to turn around and face the younger. “Next time stay the fuck out of what isn’t your fucking business...”
“I won’t tell anyone, Squalo – I promise. I have a free hour if there’s anything you want to talk to me about.”
“Leave.” Squalo pointed towards the door, his hand trembling as if he was trying to restrain himself from some great impulse.
Yamamoto nodded. “I’m always here if you need me, Squalo.” With that out in the open, he turned around, exiting the room.
Across from Squalo’s room was Fran’s. It didn’t seem the boy was around today as the younger wasn’t even found hiding under his bed – it had been quickly discovered that Fran had a phobia of beds and wouldn’t use his, but none of the doctors forced him; they understood.
Mammon sat peacefully in her chair in the room next to Fran’s. When asked if she needed anything, she just waved a dismissive hand, her silent explanation that she was busy running over finances in her head – what she needed to calculate them for was a mystery, but she had come here after her OCD with money grew so great, she had almost starved herself to death refusing to spend any to feed herself.
Leviathan, like Xanxus, was fast asleep, leaving Yamamoto satisfied that the Varia Wing weren’t causing any problems today.
~~XX~~
“Look at this footage, herbivore.”
Tsuna winced as he approached the small monitor that rested in Hibari’s office, used solely to review tapes to clarify how incidents had occurred. He was surprised to see that the dark-haired man had pulled up footage of one of Tsuna’s latest interactions with Mukuro and Fran.
“I’m not sure I understand, Hibari-san...” Tsuna knew what his boss was upset about, but the truth was, it hadn’t been Tsuna’s fault.
Pausing the footage at the exact second Mukuro’s lips pushed over Tsuna’s, Hibari turned to glare at the brunet. “Do you want to explain why you were sucking face with him? You have two seconds before I bite you to death.”
“M-mukuro-san doesn’t know any better!” Tsuna squeaked, more worried about what Hibari would do to the ill man than what could potentially happen to him. “You know he’s sick!”
“I should bite you both to death.” Hibari was seething, that much was clear – but the problem was, Tsuna couldn’t work out why; Hibari already had a lover, and there was nothing but bad blood between the skylark and Mukuro – at least, he thought it was that way; he couldn’t be entirely sure.
“H-hibari-san, I-I’ll fix it!” Tsuna squeaked again, backing away as the older male came closer to him. “I’ll make sure that... that next time he knows not to do it...!”
Dark eyes observed the brunet, an unreadable emotion in them. “You’re too soft, herbivore.”
Tsuna nodded in agreement before he fled the office, knowing it was Hibari’s subtle way of dismissing him.
In fear, Tsuna ran to his own office, needing to recuperate before he approached Mukuro again – it really wasn’t the older male’s fault he had done what he had, and Tsuna hadn’t taken it to heart, so why would Hibari...?
“Sometimes I can’t help but think Hibari-san likes Mukuro-san or something...” Tsuna sighed as he sat at his desk, dropping his face into his hands. Hopefully Hibari would leave Mukuro alone and let him deal with it like he had requested.
~~XX~~
Fran had been making his way back to his own room after lunch, Mukuro having been approached by Hibari. The blue-haired man had merely smirked before he sent Fran on his way, promising the younger he would catch up with him.
The boy hugged himself, wincing every time his footsteps echoed in the corridor; he didn’t want any attention drawn to him after all.
Fran’s attention had expended warily, trying to search every nook and cranny for someone who could be waiting for him to hurt him – but to be honest, after hearing a blood-curdling scream coming from Belphegor’s bedroom, he couldn’t help but think he had come at the right time as any potential danger was too busy working the blond over.
Approaching Belphegor’s bedroom warily, Fran peeked into the room through the crack in the door. He worried about why Gokudera was in there with him as the silver-haired male didn’t look happy at all, but Bel seemed capable of taking care of himself as he had latched on to his psychiatrist’s hand and bit down with all the strength he could muster, refusing to let go.
“Fucking bastard!” Gokudera shouted, instinctively trying to slap Bel’s face away from him. Fran winced at the sight, but he didn’t leave just yet – something about the situation was drawing him in. “Let go, you asshole!”
Bel snarled something incomprehensible as he shook his head, only to let go as a syringe was waved in front of his face in a threatening manner. He hated having that used on him, so he was reluctant to let go, licking at the blood that caked his lips.
Gokudera hissed to himself as he wrapped his hand in his shirt, his hand having been covered in blood. He undid the top restraint as he helped Bel into a sitting position, grabbing the glass of water he had placed on the chair beside them.
Surprisingly, Bel cooperated as he took in a mouthful of water; usually the man pulled his face away, fighting as hard as he could against his medication – but it was then Gokudera realised why Bel hadn’t struggled; the man spat the water at the silver-haired male the second Gokudera had turned his back to him.
“Belphegor!” Gokudera resisted the strong urge to maim the man, instead trying to give Bel another mouthful of water. However this time, Bel just kept turning his head, grunting and snarling as he did so.
Gokudera wanted to sedate the older male, Tsuna had already had a talk with him and asked for no one to continuously sedate Bel unless he was really out of control – something about the blond’s trust issues or something or other Gokudera really didn’t care about.
“Why won’t he take the tablets...?”
Gokudera turned as he heard an unfamiliar voice at the doorway. He cursed himself for having not locked the door, but while Bel was still in his restraints, it wasn’t as dangerous as usual to have someone come in.
“Because he’s a fucking stubborn prick!” Gokudera growled, turning to glare at Bel.
Silently, Fran stepped forward. He kept his head down as he approached the bed, grabbing the water and medication without a word.
Gokudera didn’t try to stop the boy – not when he was two seconds away from killing Bel himself. “Watch it – he’ll bite you if you’re not careful.”
Fran nodded, taking Gokudera’s words to heart. The truth was, he was nervous of Belphegor, remembering the way he had attacked Yamamoto right in front of him, but he didn’t like how Gokudera was handling this situation – Fran had learnt, just from having known Mukuro for a few days, that patience and kindness went a long way.
Before, Fran’s life had been nothing but pain and fear, waiting anxiously for the next round of abuse. He hadn’t known there was kindness out there in the world, but finally having some of that rarity shown towards him had really helped him see that he wasn’t the only one out there who had suffered.
If someone could show care towards Fran and invoke feelings in him he didn’t know existed, he wanted to help return that feeling and let others know that they didn’t have to feel the way Fran had for all those years. Having met Mukuro, Fran had found hope for a better future.
“I don’t like taking medicine either, but it will make you feel better.” Fran warily held up a single pill to Bel’s eyes, showing him his intention. “Do you want to feel better...?”
Bel didn’t speak; his obscured eyes just stared into Fran’s, ever calculating. He could tell that this boy was scared of him, but unlike the others, he had made the conscious decision to approach him – everyone else just avoided him as if he were plague.
“Open up...” Fran warily placed an orange pill against pale lips. He pushed it in when he was given room, only to flinch and hold his hand there, whimpering as teeth dug into his skin, not hard enough to break the soft flesh but still enough for it to hurt.
Why isn’t he screaming...? Bel was confused; he was so used to people reacting negatively towards him, it was a shock to find that there was someone he hadn’t scared away. He’s supposed to have attacked me and then run away by now...
Fran cracked open one eye as he felt the pressure on his hand disappear, frowning as he looked at Bel. The older male had stuck his tongue out of its warm cavern, licking the area he had injured.
Gokudera reached out, ready to send Fran away, only to stop and gawk as Bel placidly accepted the medication from the boy, taking the water without any problems.
When at last the final pill had been swallowed, a tiny hand reached out, patting teal hair. Bel just shivered and snarled as he pulled away, but he made no attempt at maiming the younger.
“I think it will be better for you to go back to your room now...” Gokudera had never thought Bel would react so calmly to someone – especially when he was the one with his hand wrapped in his shirt, skin torn just from Bel’s teeth alone. “I can handle him from here.”
Fran nodded. He climbed off the bed and wandered over to the door, stopping only to spare a glance at the blond. He swore he could feel the other’s eyes on him, and as he closed the door, he just made out the words, “See ya, frog...” coming from inside.
Fran wasn’t sure if it were a good idea or not, but he was thinking about going back and seeing Bel again tomorrow – he had a feeling that if there was someone out there who could understand the things Fran felt, it would be Bel.
“Now I just have to wait for Master to come back...” The boy sighed as he headed into his own room, closing the door quietly and moving to hide under his bed as he had become accustomed to doing. “I hope he comes back soon...”
~~XX~~
“Master, what happened to your neck?”
On his way to Fran’s room, Mukuro had worried about the boy seeing the fresh marks on his neck and being triggered – to his relief, it seemed that if Fran had ever been marked, he either didn’t recognise them or had never taken to a mirror to notice the bruises.
“I tripped and hit my neck.” Mukuro shrugged, not having the heart to tell Fran what the marks really were. “It’s nothing to worry about, little one.”
Fran nodded. He pulled himself out from under his bed slowly, glancing around for any unexpected visitors, before he closed the distance between he and Mukuro. He rested comfortably on the man’s lap, fitting perfectly against the stronger body, sighing peacefully as he rested his ear against Mukuro’s chest to listen to the calm heartbeat.
Mukuro encased the boy in his long arms, holding him close. He rocked him slowly, humming to him, and within minutes, Fran was on the verge of sleep.
“Rest easy, my beautiful little one...” Mukuro whispered, threading his fingers through dirty teal locks. He had no intention of leaving Fran by himself, so dragging himself across the room so that his back rested against the wall, he, too, closed his eyes, joining Fran in sleep.
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