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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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“Siel, can you cooperate with us, please?” Shoichi sighed as he made a note on his pad. “We didn’t ask about... that.”
“You should have seen the look on his face~” Rasiel, who was the mirror image of his younger twin, smiled in a manner more twisted than Belphegor. Like his sibling, his blond bangs obscured his eyes, but instead of the shaggy hairstyle the younger had, Rasiel’s were trimmed into a neat arch. “He cried and begged the king to stop~ There was so much blood~!”
Shoichi and Spanner shared a look; they knew that Rasiel was becoming sicker as the days went on – his medication was losing its touch, reverting the usually-pleasant man into a maniac.
“Siel, can we not talk about Belphegor, please?” Shoichi’s stomach was starting to hurt, nervous about what the older male could potentially do in this state – while the twins were two of the highest priority patients, every effort possible had been done in order to ensure anything that could potentially be used as a weapon was kept away from them. “We were asking about your medication – do you think we need to change it?”
“The king just couldn’t stop~! Ushesheshe~ It felt so good~! Every time the king took him, he cried and screamed for hours after it~”
Shoichi knew he couldn’t give up on the man, but Spanner – even though he was a much more relaxed individual than the redhead, quickly explained that he needed to leave the room and sort out his own thoughts.
Shoichi nodded, gulping as he was left alone with Rasiel. He knew that no matter what he said, none of it was going to get through to the blond, so he instead went along with the Millefiore Wing patient’s train of thought.
Despite having heard the answer multiple times, Shoichi asked, “Why would you do that to Belphegor, Siel?”
“Because the king loves him~” The smile Rasiel donned – while genuine – was full of nothing but malice, no hint as to the ‘love’ he had proclaimed.
Shoichi didn’t know whether or not Rasiel did love Bel, but one thing was for sure – he had messed his brother up in the head so badly, there was no helping the younger twin.
~~XX~~
Spanner wandered the corridors aimlessly, trying to sort out his own feelings. He worried that he was doing the wrong thing by keeping his feelings from Shoichi – the two had been best friends and lovers for ten years, after all – but at the same time, he didn’t want to hurt Shoichi – the older male had been through enough as it was, after all.
“Spanner-kun~”
Spanner turned as he was addressed by whom he knew to be Byakuran – no one else in the facility had such a playful tone. He regarded the man standing in the doorway of Byakuran’s bedroom, as calm as ever. “Yes?”
“Shoichi-kun.” Byakuran’s light purple eyes shone with excitement. “Where is he?”
“He’s with Rasiel.” Spanner checked his wristwatch. “He should be done in about half-an-hour.”
“Oh, Jill-kun.” A chuckle escaped the white-haired male’s lips as he reached up, rubbing the tips of his fingers against the purple mark beneath his eye. “Jill-kun told me he was going to get his brother back~”
“What do you mean?” Spanner tilted his head, concerned by these words – Rasiel had gotten to Belphegor before, and there really was nothing stopping it from happening again – not when Rasiel was just as good an escape artist as Bel was.
“I hear the ‘king’ is planning on killing them both so they can ‘be together forever’.” Byakuran’s eyes narrowed, a smirk crossing his lips. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea – perhaps Muku-chan and I could try that and see how it goes?”
Spanner knew there was probably no basis to the claims Byakuran was making, but when it came to Rasiel, no chances could be taken – Rasiel was just as much a murderer as his brother was.
“It’s nothing against you, but with the threat you just made against both yourself and the Vongola patient, I’ll have you supervised just as much as I will Rasiel.”
With that said, Spanner went on his way, leaving Byakuran standing in the doorway to his room.
Note to self; tell the Vongola that four of his patients may wind up dead. Spanner grabbed a lollipop from his pocket, unwrapping the candy and popping it straight into his mouth. Strawberry is really my favourite flavour.
~~XX~~
When Tsuna was approached by Spanner that day, he was greatly concerned to hear what Byakuran had said. He had started explaining to the psychiatrist his plan of action, but a shrill scream from down the hall quickly had both of their attention.
Tsuna was quick to turn around and put his hands on Lussuria, who seemed to have come out of nowhere to engulf the younger male in a hug.
“Luss, what’s wrong?” Tsuna was greatly concerned, knowing it was rare to see this man so dismantled – something horrible must have happened.
“Squalo-chan... He... He...” Lussuria needed no more words for Tsuna and Spanner to understand; the two quickly ran down to the Varia Wing with Lussuria close behind them, finding the door to Squalo’s room ajar and Xanxus kneeling over Squalo’s motionless body. The dark-haired man seemed emotionless, but there was a subtle shaking of his fingers, indicating his stress.
“He wasn’t taking his medication!” Lussuria sobbed as he stood in the doorway, watching the staff members approach Squalo and Xanxus. “He only made out he was and kept the pills hidden! He overdosed!”
Tsuna sprung up from Squalo’s body, moving to put his hands on Lussuria’s shoulders. He gently backed the older male out of the room, knowing this wasn’t something Lussuria had to see – Squalo and Xanxus were the patient’s best friends, and he loved them both dearly. “Luss, it’s going to be okay; we’re going to get him to the medical ward and get him some help – I promise. Spanner, can you call someone?”
Spanner nodded, grabbing his phone from his pocket while simultaneously pressing two digits against the long-haired male’s neck. He was relieved to feel a pulse, albeit a faint one.
“I’m going to call for an ambulance,” Spanner said to Xanxus. He didn’t comment as he watched the scarred male take the injured one’s hand in his, knowing it was none of his business. “Can you carry him into the front yard for us?”
Xanxus was silent as he scooped his lover into his arms, following Spanner out of the room and down the corridor. Tsuna was still trying to calm Lussuria, the flamboyant male slumped against the wall as tears slipped down his cheeks.
“Luss-kun, Spanner is calling an ambulance,” the brunet promised. “I’m going to find Yamamoto and get him to go to the hospital with Squalo, and the second I hear from him, I’ll let you know what’s going on. Alright?”
Lussuria wiped at his cheeks, nodding; he knew there was nothing he could do in this situation, and if he did try and do what he felt was right, he would most likely just get in the way – he had done enough by finding a staff member – any staff member - and telling them what had happened.
“I think Ryohei was down in the Vongola Wing, so if you want to go look for him, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you helped him on the patrol. Okay? Once everything is sorted out, I’ll come and talk to you.”
Lussuria nodded. He pulled the brunet into a bone-crushing hug, sobbing into the younger’s shoulder for a few seconds before he left go. “Thank you, hon...”
“It’s alright.” Tsuna knew he couldn’t waste any time finding Yamamoto; if the ambulance was held up waiting for the man, it could mean death for Squalo.
To his relief, Yamamoto was found relatively quickly in the activities room, talking to Hibari and Gokudera. After the youngest male was told what had happened to his favourite patient, Yamamoto left within seconds to be by Squalo’s side.
~~XX~~
With the chaos that had ensued after Squalo’s suicide attempt, the staff members and most of the patients had been shaken. As much as Tsuna had cared about Belphegor and Mukuro’s safety once Spanner had told him what Rasiel and Byakuran had said, he had forgotten completely about taking extra precautions to make sure nothing did happen.
While the hospital was shrouded in darkness, most of the staff home for the night, it was near silent, most of the patients fast asleep while Ryohei walked the corridors, making sure everyone was alright.
Nothing seemed amiss; Mukuro was curled up in his bed, his eyes shut and a peaceful smile on his face. He mumbled something every now and then, but he didn’t wake.
As expected with the Varia Wing, the only one who seemed to be sleeping were Mammon and Fran, the others awake either because they were stressed about Squalo, or – in Belphegor’s case – were making random noises as the voices in his head whispered away at full force. Sometimes he would laugh, other times he frowned and then snarled, but more often than not, he would just scream as loud as he could and struggle in his restraints. Ryohei didn’t have the heart to tell him to keep it down, knowing that Belphegor didn’t intend on disrupting anyone else.
Once Ryohei was satisfied everyone was safe, he then went to check on the Millefiore patients. Byakuran seemed to be awake, watching as the rain hit his window. He turned as the security guard knocked on the little window in his door, a silent question if he was okay. He nodded and gave the younger thumbs up before he returned to his activity.
Rasiel as well seemed to have followed most of the other’s examples; he was nothing but a big lump beneath his blankets, his blond hair the only part of him that was visible from beneath the white comforter.
The boxing enthusiast nodded to himself as he returned to the security room, going to take his break and have a drink before he did another round.
Inside Rasiel’s room, the older twin slowly pulled the blankets from his face, a wide smirk on his face as he slowly slid out of his bed. Everything had gone according to plan.
~~XX~~
Fran stirred, his face twisted in discomfort, before his eyes snapped open and a scream escaped his lips. He curled into a ball, shaking as the memories wouldn’t stop assaulting him. Tears leaked down his cheeks as he whimpered to himself, wanting nothing more than to die. He scratched at the scars that marred his wrists, trying to reopen them, hoping that, with some luck, he would bleed to death tonight.
“Master...” Fran reached up, rubbing at his wet eyes – he didn’t care that he was smearing blood across his face; he just wanted Mukuro. “M-master...!”
Crawling out from under his bed, Fran stumbled to the door warily. With tear-filled eyes, he tried to turn the knob, unsure of if it would even open or not – he didn’t know if the bedrooms were locked at night, but it made sense that they would be.
To his surprise, the door was unlocked. Leaving behind a bloody handprint, Fran opened it and ran, not sparing a glance for any of the rooms behind him – all that mattered was being back in Mukuro’s warm arms.
Just fifteen minutes after this had occurred, Rasiel came around the corner, humming to himself as he held a wide smile on his face. He twirled a butcher’s knife in his hands, one he had gotten from the kitchen on his way to Belphegor’s room. He had been smart enough to break the lock on his door, knowing that his room was one of the few that was locked at night – apparently he was ‘more dangerous’ than someone like Lussuria, so he got locked in at night while the other male could roam the halls if he wished.
Pretty unfair to do to a king, he knew.
Quickly glancing around him to make sure no one was around, Rasiel stabbed the knife in between the door and its frame, wriggling it and the doorknob around to open the lock. He couldn’t help but laugh silently at the thought that, after all these years, none of the staff had become wise to the fact that there was no where he couldn’t get in and out of if he wanted to.
Once the door was open and Rasiel was standing in the room he had been forbidden from entering under any and all circumstances, he laughed to himself as his twisted grin crossed his f ace.
“Belphegor~” Rasiel cooed, approaching the bed. He couldn’t help but feel a twitching in his groin as the younger fell silent at his voice, the slightly smaller blond clearly knowing what was about to happen.
“I fucking hate you, Jill...” Bel snarled as he tried to break free of his confines. “I’ll kill you!”
“No need for that, little brother; I’m here to do it for you.” Rasiel licked his lips as he stepped closer, hiding the knife behind his back. He climbed onto the bed, straddling the younger’s hips, rocking forward slightly, just enough to send the slightest feeling of pleasure through Bel’s body. Leaning forward, he pressed their lips together as he pulled the blade into Belphegor’s view, running the tip along a pale throat. Droplets of blood fell in its wake, staining the knife. “But first, let’s play my favourite game~”
Bel let out a scream as he felt a sudden sharp, burning pain in his stomach, knowing he had been stabbed. His obscured eyes clouded with hatred as he struggled more violently than ever in his restraints, screaming in pain, anger and fear. “I’ll kill you!”
“I love you, Belphegor~” Rasiel stuck a small wad of cotton in his brother’s mouth to keep the younger from biting down all the way. He then infiltrated the hot cavern with his own tongue, his hands slipping down to undo both of their pants. Just as he pushed himself into his sibling’s unprepared entrance, he continued his game of stabbing the younger until eventually his own front became saturated in the sticky red fluid.
~~XX~~
“Oya oya, what’s happening here?” Heterochromatic eyes knew something had to be wrong for the entire Varia Wing to be exiting their bedrooms and gathering at Belphegor’s – to be fair, Mukuro had heard the psychotic blond’s screaming several times, and it had never sounded like this before – this screaming was nothing but pain and desperation.
“Master...?” Fran looked up at the man who was escorting him back to his room, clutching Mukuro’s hand tightly.
Xanxus was the last person to come out his room, his face looking more angry than concerned. He pushed past the crowd and kicked open the slightly ajar door – when he started shouting at someone who was not Belphegor, everyone else warily looked into the room.
What they saw was Xanxus and Belphegor’s older twin fighting savagely, the blond covered in blood that obviously was not his own. They held their breaths as they looked to Belphegor’s bed, finding the other twitching uncontrollably.
Lussuria, who had medical experience, stepped into the room, careful to avoid the scuffling males. He approached Bel and lifted the younger’s shirt, finding blood pouring from deep puncture wounds.
“Dear...” Lussuria bit his lip, knowing there was nothing he could do without medical equipment; he instead pulled the striped shirt back down, trying to put pressure on the wounds and stop the bleeding. He hoped that Ryohei would see what was happening on the cameras and come as fast as he could because he was rather fond of Belphegor, having been one of the ones who had tried to care for the man when he and Rasiel had arrived here at a young age.
Mammon had come to Lussuria’s side, looking down at the man who was rapidly losing colour, harsh pants escaping his lips. She ran a hand through blond locks, caressing a lacerated cheek.
“It’s okay, Bel,” Mammon soothed. She turned back to the fighting men, finding that Leviathan had joined in, obviously siding with Xanxus over Rasiel. Mukuro and Fran stood in the doorway, heterochromatic eyes shining with confusion while Fran hid himself in the man’s body.
Bel just moaned, unable to find the strength to do anything other than stare around him with a glazed expression – he hurt, both mentally and physically. Lussuria was the one to notice his pants hanging down his hips, blood and semen leaking out between his legs. It was clear what had happened, and Lussuria hadn’t felt as sick as he did right now.
When Ryohei arrived, the first person he sedated was Rasiel, knowing that the older twin had been the one to cause the commotion – there was no other explanation for him being out of his room, after all.
After clearing the majority of the Wing back to their own rooms, Ryohei was left with the troublesome realisation that he had a severely wounded patient on his hands without a medic, and having already sent one to the hospital, the staff there would refuse another patient– as hard as Tsuna had tried to work with the hospital nurses, they were discriminatory.
“Luss, I’ll take him to the medical ward,” Ryohei instructed the older male. “Can you do whatever you can for him?”
Lussuria nodded, running ahead to the medical ward in hopes it was already unlocked so he could prepare ahead of time. The grey-haired man turned to Mukuro and Fran, whom he had instructed to stay behind. As he pulled a moaning, snarling Belphegor into his arms, he turned his focus on the other two males.
“Rokudo, take him to the medical ward, too. Clean up his arms.” Ryohei supported Bel’s head against his shoulder as he carried the other bridal style out of the room and down to the medical ward. He could hear the soft dripping of blood as he moved, feel it clinging to his skin like a leech.
By the time Ryohei got the blond male into the infirmary and down onto the bed, Lussuria had already gathered what he would need; he had a blood pack, an IV, disinfectant and a thread and needle – as much as he required one, he had not been able to find either sedatives or painkillers, much less something to at least numb the injured area.
Ryohei stepped back and watched as the flamboyant man lifted the blood-soaked shirt, revealing the wounds once again. He didn’t want to hurt Bel, but he knew he had to clean out the wound and check for any physical trauma – if he wasn’t careful, these wounds could become infected or even kill Bel after a few days of appearing fine.
Belphegor growled weakly as he felt hands on his body. He tried his hardest to pull away, snarl a warning for them to leave him alone, but he was in far too much pain to be coherent enough to achieve this – pain inflicted by his brother was vastly different than pain inflicted by himself.
Ryohei left Lussuria to work, trusting the man’s medical knowledge and experience. He moved over to Fran and Mukuro, trying to block out the screams and whimpers of pain Bel made.
“What happened to your arms, Fran?” Ryohei asked. He reached down, pulling one into his hold, looking at the blood that covered both limbs. When Fran just shook his head and hid behind Mukuro, the grey-haired male turned his attention to the man instead. “What did he do?”
Mukuro’s eyes glinted with annoyance as he wrapped an arm around Fran’s upper body, holding him close. “He is depressed and traumatised – do you not realise what they add up to?”
It took a few seconds for Ryohei to click, but he soon nodded in understanding – what Fran had done was essentially no different to Squalo’s own attempt, the only difference being that the boy hadn’t had the necessary equipment in order to maim himself so severely.
“Let’s clean the blood off your skin and then we’ll go from there,” Ryohei soothed, bringing Fran over to the basin to wash the blood off.
Though Mukuro never left his side, soothing the younger throughout it all, he couldn’t help but notice that Fran watched as Lussuria tried to help the blond, teal eyes wide with what Mukuro could recognise as empathy.
Though Mukuro himself couldn’t comprehend others’ feelings and emotions, he did feel sorry for Belphegor after what he had just been put through. He was just glad it hadn’t been him.
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