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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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“Fran-kun, are you going to have a shower today?”
Fran looked up and stared blankly into Yamamoto’s face. Like usual, he was seated in Mukuro’s lap, sticking close to the older male in the man’s room. He didn’t reply; he just turned and buried his face in against Mukuro’s chest.
Mukuro patted dirty teal hair before he spoke, knowing why this had been brought up. “He does need a shower, doesn’t he? He’s been skipping all of his since he got here. Why won’t you shower, little one?”
“...Scared...” Fran whispered, his small fingers tightening their grip on his guardian’s jacket.
“Don’t be scared, Fran,” Yamamoto soothed. He wanted to reach out and pat the boy like Mukuro could, but he understood – Mukuro was special to Fran, unlike Yamamoto. “It’s just a shower. No one’s going to hurt you.”
“Hate showers...” Fran mumbled. “Hate touching... Hate everything...”
Yamamoto smiled sadly before he turned to look at the blue-haired male, knowing they couldn’t let Fran’s hygiene fall any further; he had arrived here as a very unclean boy, and now he was literally covered in grime. “Would you jump in the shower with him, Mukuro?”
Mukuro looked down at the teenager in his arms. “Would you like that, little one?”
Fran was still for a few seconds before he nodded. He tensed as he felt the man move beneath him, only to relax as he realised he was being carried down to the shower room.
It was quiet between the three as they walked, but none of them minded; the silence was comfortable.
The psychologist was quick to unlock the door to the shower, and he waited for Mukuro and Fran to enter before he, too, went to step in.
Mukuro put the boy on the ground as he shrugged off his own jacket. Fran just stood there, making no move to undress himself. The dark-haired male reached out, attempting to remedy this, only to pull away when Fran screeched in fear and moved to Mukuro.
“I wasn’t going to hurt you!” Yamamoto knew he had been careless, but he truly hadn’t had any bad intentions – he had only wanted to encourage the younger into caring for his hygiene. “I just...”
Mukuro laughed as he knelt before the boy, reaching out slowly to lift the hem of the younger’s turtleneck. Fran was oddly accepting of this; he lifted his arms into the air so that his guardian could remove the shirt, and though he at first resisted having his pants removed, he soon calmed down and allowed the man to help him.
When Yamamoto took a seat by the door, he felt bad at the questioning look he received from Mukuro – the man was so used to being allowed to shower without supervision, he probably didn’t even understand Yamamoto had to be in there because of Fran’s mental health.
“Are you going to leave?” the blue-haired man asked, his arms wrapping around Fran’s shoulders securely.
“I’m really sorry, but...” Yamamoto rubbed the back of his head as he tried to explain things in kind terms, “...Fran is not as healthy as you are, so I kind of have to sit in with him...”
Mukuro narrowed his eyes at these words. “Do you not trust me with him...?”
“Now, now, we all trust you with Fran, but it’s just a part of my job!” Yamamoto laughed nervously as he explained. “I have to sit in with Squalo, too! We don’t let Xanxus watch him, if that makes you feel any better.”
“Oh...” The older male understood now why Yamamoto had to be here; it was because of Fran’s suicidal habits and they couldn’t chance the boy doing something if he were left alone in the shower. “I see. Apologies.”
“It’s okay.” Yamamoto sat on the chair by the door, busying himself with folding the clothing he had been handed. He watched the two move beneath the steady flow of the cold water, hating to watch the way Mukuro’s skin shuddered and Fran hissed before pulling away from the stream – he would have loved to make the water warm, but it was against regulations as patients could burn themselves.
“Come on.” Mukuro was patient as he reached out, pulling the now-trembling male closer to him. “You’ll get used to it. We need to wash your hair.”
Fran didn’t like the cold; he could remember times where he had been locked out of the house in heavy snow, nothing but thin clothing to try and keep the chill away. He had come down with hypothermia so often, he could only wish it had killed him.
But here with Mukuro, Fran knew that he was safe. He took a deep breath before he walked back beneath the water. He watched as the man picked up the bottle of non-alcoholic shampoo, a tad wary of having it in his hair.
“Easy...” Mukuro was tender as he lathered the shampoo in his charge’s hair. He could feel the younger shaking beneath his touch, so he continued to whisper soothing words as he made sure to clean as much of the filth from teal hair as he could. “It’s okay...”
Fran sighed, slowly relaxing to the comforting feeling of fingers threading through his hair. He moved so that he was standing by the man’s side, wrapping his arms around Mukuro’s middle. He buried his face just below the taller male’s ribcage, too short to reach up any higher.
Mukuro cupped the falling water so that he could drop it on foamy locks. He washed the shampoo out, trying to be as gentle as he could, before he grabbed the bar of soap next.
Yamamoto could see how caring Mukuro was as the man rubbed the bar of soap against the fragile body, doing his best not to make the boy uncomfortable or hurt him – without clothing, the tiny, stick-thin body covered in cuts and bruises made it much more obvious how badly Fran had been abused.
The dark-haired male watched carefully as Mukuro got closer and closer to the youngest male’s groin, wondering how the boy would react. It was clear the stronger male had no ill intention whatsoever, but would Fran understand that...?
“May I?” Mukuro held his sudsy hands in the air as he awaited permission to touch the younger. He proceeded carefully once he was given a nod, knowing that if he made the slightest wrong move, he could send Fran into a panic – or worse, a relapse.
Fran was tense as he was cleaned up down below. His fingernails were digging painfully into Mukuro’s arm, but the man didn’t mind; all that mattered was his charge was trusting him enough to let him clean him.
“I won’t hurt you,” Mukuro soothed as he gently ran his soapy hands over the boy’s private parts. “I won’t.”
The teal-haired male’s breathing became harder as memories assaulted him. He wanted Mukuro to stop touching him, but how could he say that without being beaten? If he had so much as begged his father to at least not touch him, he would be tortured. Mukuro had never hurt him before, but could he be asked to stop...?
Mukuro sensed Fran’s dilemma; he pulled his hands away, smiling down at the boy. “Just cup some water and splash it on you. Okay?”
Fran nodded, trying to take a deep breath; he needed to calm himself – he wasn’t with him anymore; he was with someone who genuinely cared for him.
Cupping water in his hands, Fran splashed himself, washing away the spuds. Mukuro’s smile widened as he placed a hand on a shivering shoulder.
“I’m going to wash myself and then I’ll be out,” the man said softly. “Yamamoto has a towel for you if you’d rather.”
Fran nodded again as he left the stream of water, heading towards the psychologist who was supervising them. He shivered as the older male stood up and moved to the cupboard, unlocking it and pulling out a towel.
“Here you go, Fran.” Yamamoto smiled as he draped the white material over the boy’s shoulders. “Give yourself a bit of a dry and you can get dressed again.”
Fran turned away so that his back was to the Japanese male, hating when people saw him naked. He dried off the water from his body before he accepted his clothing, dressing himself once more as he waited patiently for the man to finish his own shower.
~~XX~~
Shoichi’s stomach hurt slightly as he sat in the room with Byakuran. Compared to Rasiel, the white-haired male was harmless, but the things he spoke about could be as dirty and unnerving as hearing about the older twin raping his own brother countless times.
“Shoichi-kun is so cute~” Byakuran’s voice held his usual playful tone, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He had another pocket full of marshmallows, and every now and then he would offer one to his therapist. “I’m kind of jealous of Spanner; Shoichi-kun would look beautiful in my own bed.”
Shoichi’s stomach begun to hurt more at these words; he would most definitely have to disappear into his office for a few hours and listen to some music.
However, doing as he was trained to do, the red-haired male said, “Maybe so, but I’m afraid I’m already in a relationship, and I have no intention of cheating on them. I’m sorry.”
“You think Spanner wouldn’t cheat on you if he was given the chance?” Byakuran’s violet eyes took on a knowing look. “Is that what you honestly think?”
Shoichi nodded. “I know Spanner wouldn’t do that; he’s a good person.”
Byakuran laughed. “Well, if that’s what Shoichi-kun thinks! But my bed is always open to you~”
“Thank you, but I’m not sure I’ll be accepting your offer anytime soon.”
“Can we try something different today?” the patient questioned.
“What’s that, Byakuran?” Shoichi was slightly worried about this question, but he didn’t let it show; he had become good at pretending he was calm and confident when he was with the patients, even if it wasn’t so.
“May I be the one asking the questions today?”
Shoichi knew he shouldn’t accept – he knew – but he also knew he wasn’t going to get much out of the man at this rate; why not give in to the childish offer?
“What kind of questions did you have in mind?” Shoichi knew he had to be prepared for anything – but even so, he was still caught off-guard when the first question revolved around Spanner.
“How did you and Spanner come to be?” Byakuran leant forward on the bed, his elbow on his leg as he rested his chin in his hand. He looked very intrigued already, and Shoichi could only gulp.
“...I’m not sure I want to answer that, Byakuran...”
“It won’t hurt.” Light purple eyes closed as the playful smile intensified. “I answer all of your questions~”
“...Well, we’ve been together for a long time...” Shoichi admitted. “We met in a robot-building competition. We kind of... just started hanging out and making blueprints together. It just... happened, I guess...”
“And who made the first move?” Byakuran sidled closer.
“Spanner...” Shoichi remembered that day; he had wanted to tell his best friend of his feelings for so long, but his anxiety had been too severe.
“I’m genuinely curious about this, but is he really as gentle with you as it seems?” The older male’s smile was now so wide, it resembled a twisted smirk.
“What do you mean?”
“Does he fuck you hard? Or gently? Is he ever aggressive to you in his touches? Have you ever fought, or has he ever hurt you? I’m very intrigued by what the answer to these questions are.”
Now that was way out of Shoichi’s comfort zone. He tried to get up and leave, but Byakuran moved forward and pulled him back to the bed. “Come now, Sho-chan~ It’s just a couple of questions; I won’t tell anyone~”
“...If I answer, I can leave?” Shoichi was tense, and he knew the other could feel it.
“Of course~”
“...He’s never ‘fucked me’ hard, Byakuran... He’s always slow and gentle... That’s how we like it... And, no, he’s not ‘aggressive’, and we’ve never fought before... The closest he’s come to hurting me is by having dropped Lego on the ground and not picking it up before I stepped on it... That’s it; that’s the worst thing that’s ever happened in our relationship – Lego. I want to go now. Excuse me.”
Byakuran chuckled as he let the other up, watching with amused eyes as Shoichi left the room. As much as he liked the younger man, he would never hurt something that intrigued him so – at least not until he got bored of it, after all.
“Sho-chan~” Byakuran smiled to himself at the thought of his psychologist. It was no secret the white-haired man lusted for the younger, but at the same time, everyone knew Shoichi only had eyes for Spanner.
~~XX~~
After lights-out, Ryohei had started his first patrol – ever since the incident with the twins, Ryohei had been extra careful and paid close attention to the patients, not wanting a repeat of what had happened.
Rasiel was the first person the grey-haired man checked on. Entering the blond male’s room, Ryohei brushed back blond bangs, finding that the man was genuinely asleep tonight; the peaceful breathing and relaxed posture proved this.
Byakuran as well rested, the blankets kicked to the end of the bed. Ryohei had half a mind to go in there and pull them back over the older male, but he didn’t want to disturb the patient’s sleep.
The Varia Wing was next to be checked upon. Lussuria was hugging one of his teddy-bears tightly as he smiled up at the roof, probably imagining something happy. It made Ryohei smile in turn, the two having one of the strongest bonds between patient and staff member in the entire facility.
Mammon and Leviathan were both sleeping, and though Xanxus wasn’t in his room when Ryohei checked, it took a mere trip over to Squalo’s room to find the two pressed together on the small bed, Xanxus curled protectively around his lover as Squalo rested.
It seemed to be a common occurrence to find Fran missing from his room at lights-out but, like Squalo and Xanxus, it didn’t take long to find the boy in Mukuro’s room. While the blue-haired man was fast asleep, Fran was still awake, frightened eyes staring out of the window across from them.
Ryohei opened the door, talking quietly as he addressed the younger, “Are you okay?”
Fran nodded. He sat up on the bed, slipping off it hesitantly, before he moved closer to Ryohei. He was careful to leave distance between them, and he spoke in a quiet, uncertain voice.
“May I see Bel-senpai...?” Fran requested, knowing that Mukuro was asleep and wouldn’t accompany him tonight.
Ryohei nodded, surprised by the honorific that had been attached to Bel’s name – and even more surprised to know that someone wanted to willingly visit the blond maniac.
“I’ll take you to him. C’mon.”
Fran nodded, trailing behind as he was led to the medical ward.
~~XX~~
“B-belphegor, please...” Tsuna was trying hard to get the injured patient to take his medication, knowing that the most important pill of all was the painkillers to try and take the edge off the stab wound.
Bel moaned loudly as he turned his head side-to-side, his stomach burning as he did so; it had been a long time since he had been injured so badly, he had almost forgotten what it felt like. His body had been restrained, much like back in his bedroom, but it was harder for him to resist here as his chest hadn’t been released so he could sit up.
“Fuck off...!” Bel groaned, wanting nothing to do with Tsuna or the pills that were about to be forced down his throat; he was tired and he was sore, and he just wanted to sleep. “Goddamnit... Fucking peasant!”
“Belphegor, if you keep this up, you’re going to hurt yourself...” Tsuna was a meek person, and he cared for Belphegor; he would do whatever it took to make sure the man was safe. “Please, just take the pills and –“
“-Fucking make me!” The blond spat angrily.
Tsuna sighed. “How do you suppose I do that, Belphegor?”
“Stupid... Stupid peasant!”
The brunet reached out, smoothing back blond locks. He then lowered his hand, caressing a pale cheek as he tried to soothe the older male.
Bel just laughed, as if Tsuna’s attempts at making him take the pills did nothing but amuse him. “Shishi~ There are... better places the prince can be touched~”
Tsuna clicked his tongue at the insinuation, but he knew sometimes it was the only choice he had; he hated sedating the man because he knew the more often they did it, the less Bel would trust them and the harder it would be for him to get better.
“If I do that, you’ll promise to take the pils?” It wasn’t the first time this had been used as a tactic for Bel to take his medication, but it also wasn’t a favoured one; most of the staff didn’t exactly feel comfortable having to use sexual gratification on the patients, after all.
Bel nodded, a grin slipping onto his face. “Promise~”
Tsuna nodded, knowing that Bel was somewhat trustworthy in these moments. He lowered his hand down to the patient’s pants, unzipping them slowly. The older male’s large erection sprung out, as if he had wanted this all along.
The therapist was hesitant to reach out, but slender fingers eventually wrapped around the heated flesh. Bel moaned again as he tried to buck his hips upwards, but he was held down by the restraints.
“A-aah...” Bel licked his lips as he felt the fingers around him squeeze gently. “M-more... Harder...”
Tsuna sometimes wondered why, after the alleged sexual assault on the blond, why Bel seemed to crave this kind of thing as much as he did – but then again, it could also be explained by the fact that a lot of rape victims grew up to be promiscuous for one reason or another; Bel was probably just trying to forget what he had been through.
The younger male tightened his grip as he slid his hand along the shaft. He could feel pre-cum sliding down onto his fingers, but it made it slightly easier to work with; it was easier to do this kind of thing with some sort of lubrication, after all.
“T-tsuna...” Bel closed his eyes as soft pants started filling the air. He grunted in pain as his stomach wound flared, but he didn’t let it bother him; he could worry about that after his orgasm. “...Tsuna... S-so good... S-suck the prince...”
“Belphegor, that wasn’t a part of the deal,” Tsuna reminded gently.
“P-please...?” Bel moaned again, feeling his toes curl at the unmistakable approach of his climax. “T-the prince... wants to come... in the tuna-fish’s mouth...”
“You can... do that in a tissue tonight... I’m sure Viper would be happy to take you up on that desire.”
“Fuck Mammon... The prince wants... his tuna-fish...”
Tsuna really wasn’t big on giving oral, but he knew how Bel could be; it would be simpler to indulge in the man’s fantasy and then – hopefully – give him the medication without problems; this was the entire reason he had done this in the first place; he just cared about the patient and wanted him to be okay.
Lowering his mouth around the hardened shaft, it took merely a few sucks for Bel to explode with a loud cry, his seed splashing deep into the brunet’s throat.
Tsuna swallowed it all before he stood up and grabbed a tissue from the box on the counter. He cleaned up the mess on his face before he grabbed a few more, moving back to Bel. He cleaned up the sticky fluid from the man before he tossed the dirtied tissues into the trash, hoping Bel would hold up his end of the bargain.
Apparently, Bel hadn’t been pleased by Tsuna’s resistance and still refused to take the medication.
“Sawada!”
Tsuna turned around as he heard his friend enter the medical ward. He found Fran trailing in behind Ryohei, and he expected Mukuro to have come as well – to his surprise, the blue-haired man was nowhere to be seen.
“The kid wanted to see him.” Ryohei nodded his head at Bel. “Should I take him back?”
“No, no.” Tsuna smiled at the two. “He can stay.”
Ryohei nodded before he turned to leave the room, intending on finishing his duties. Fran just approached Tsuna slowly, noticing that the brunet was fighting the same battle Gokudera had in trying to get Bel to take his medication.
As he had the other day, Fran simply took the glass of water and the pills from the doctor’s hands, moving instead to Bel.
“Hello, Froggy~” Bel grinned, knowing what was coming. He opened his mouth without a single instruction, taking the medication in a docile manner. “Is the frog going to spend the night with the prince again?”
Fran nodded silently as he moved to lie beside the man. He curled his fingers into the striped shirt the older male wore, his back to Tsuna.
“The froggy is quite cute – for a frog, that is~” Bel would have loved to slide his fingers beneath the younger’s clothing, but he couldn’t manage that tonight – oh well, another day, perhaps.
Fran didn’t reply to these words; he just moved in closer, feeling comfortable with someone who understood the things he had been through.
Tsuna smiled at the scene before him, finding it rather endearing. He vaguely wondered how Mukuro would feel knowing that his ‘little one’ liked someone else just as much as the blue-haired man.
“Let me just fix that dressing.” Tsuna stood up and moved to grab a cloth from the counter next to them. He carefully lifted the dressing on Bel’s exposed stomach, wiping at the blood that had spilt during the man’s strenuous activity previously. He then pulled the dressing off completely, replacing it with a fresh one. He put pressure on the wound, knowing it was healing at a fast pace.
“The tuna-fish takes such good care of his patients~” Bel purred before his laid-back smile instantly changed into one of an irritated frown. He growled before he spat, “But the tuna-fish knows better than to touch the prince unless he wants it...”
“I’m sorry, Belphegor.” Tsuna couldn’t help but smile down at the man, knowing Bel was just a tad more placid tonight; like sedations, orgasms also left him a bit more relaxed.
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