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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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Living in a quiet, peaceful part of town was exactly what Shoichi needed; living with severe anxiety and treating other people for similar disorders tended to really stress the man out and make it difficult for him to relax at home – especially when he would repeatedly stay up all night working on a new strategy for some of his patients. Spanner hated when his lover overworked himself, but the older male was a workaholic.
The blond had already changed into his pyjamas for the night, complete with his favourite nightcap, and had been in the process of turning off all the lights in their small home. He was just about to head back to his bedroom and coax his lover into going to bed when someone rang the doorbell. It was nearing ten o’clock, so Spanner wondered who could be at his door.
“Oh, Vongola.” Spanner nodded at Tsuna as he found the brunet standing on the doorstep. “Would you like to come in?”
“Thank you.” Tsuna smiled at his friend as he entered the house. He had been here several times before for one reason or another, so he felt comfortable enough to head into the living room and sit down on the couch.
“Could I get you a drink or anything?” Spanner offered.
“That’s fine; could I please speak to Shoichi?” Tsuna regarded the blueprints and spare parts that littered the coffee table in front of him, curious as to what the two were planning on building next. “I’m just worried about his lack of sleep lately.”
“I’ll go and get him for you.”
While Tsuna waited patiently in the living room, sliding across the parts to look at the blueprints, Spanner headed back to his bedroom, knowing that Shoichi had been in the middle of changing into pyjamas when he had left earlier.
“Sho, the Vongola is – Shoichi...” Spanner couldn’t help but smile as he found his older lover resting against the wall, fast asleep with his shirt only half-way off his body. Leaning down next to his lover, Spanner carefully scooped the redheadhead up into his arms. “Sho-chan, wake up. C’mon.”
Shoichi stirred for a few seconds before his eyes opened. He looked up at Spanner, a small smile slipping onto his face. “Spanner...”
“I know you’re tired, but the Vongola wants to speak with you.” The blond kissed his lover’s forehead gently at these words. “He’s waiting out in the living room.”
Shoichi nodded. He climbed out of Spanner’s hold and moved out of the room, going to talk to Tsuna. Spanner watched him go before he approached the bed. He pulled the blankets back, making enough room for the two to climb into the bed, and then he waited for his lover to come back.
Spanner hated sleeping by himself; he never seemed to be as rested as he was when he slept with Shoichi in his arms. Even the nights they would spend making love were better than when being alone, and he had become so used to sleeping with the older male by his side, he almost dreaded when the redheadhead didn’t sleep.
It didn’t seem to take long for Shoichi to come back into the bedroom and change into his pyjamas, and soon enough the older male was curled up against the blond’s chest, tucked securely in strong arms.
“Sleeping tonight, are we?” Spanner ran a gentle hand through red locks, pulling his lover close. He grinned when Shoichi nodded, feeling at peace once again. “Can I tell you something important first, or should it wait until morning?”
“You can tell me now.” Shoichi pressed closer, looking up so that he could see Spanner’s face. “Is something bothering you?”
“A little. Sho, I’m just feeling a bit conflicted at the moment. I’ve been feeling interest in someone lately, but I’m not sure about what I should do. I thought I should talk to you about it.”
Shoichi frowned as his stomach suddenly started to ache. He moaned softly as he moved a hand to rub it, hiding his face from his lover. “...Are you... going to break up with me...?”
“Never, Sho,” Spanner promised. “I love you. I don’t want anyone else – it’s probably nothing, but I thought I should talk about it with you.”
“...I love you, Spanner... Please don’t cheat on me... At least... At least tell me if anything happens between you two... I won’t... be angry or anything... I just don’t want to lose you.”
“You won’t,” the blond promised. “I’ll talk to you about it. Thank you for understanding.”
“Thank you for telling me...” Shoichi buried his face in Spanner’s neck, his fingers ghosting over the calloused flesh of the younger’s hand. “Let’s go to sleep now... We’ll talk more about it tomorrow over breakfast.”
“I love you, Sho.” Leaning down, Spanner pressed a soft kiss against the redhead’s ear. “Goodnight.”
There was no reply as Shoichi was already fast asleep, exhausted from having overworked himself again.
~~XX~~
Yamamoto wondered whether Fran would talk to him today or not; like his showers, the boy had been avoiding every session with his therapist, and on the occasion Yamamoto had found him and tried to initiate therapy, Fran would merely remain silent and tremble as he looked anywhere but at the Japanese male.
Today, it seemed that Fran had either forgotten about his appointment, or hadn’t been in the mood to try and hide as he was found in his own bedroom with Mukuro sitting on the floor beside him. Mukuro must have taken a deck of cards from the activity room as the adult seemed to be teaching his charge magic tricks.
“Do you want your session, Fran?” Yamamoto asked, knowing he could always give it to someone else otherwise. He sighed as Fran remained silent, no indication the younger had heard him. He instead moved closer so that he was kneeling by the boy’s side, putting on his best smile. “If you’d rather, we can go into town and talk over a coffee.”
“That does sound good,” Mukuro agreed. “However, I’m afraid little one isn’t much of a coffee person; he’d rather a hot chocolate with marshmallows.”
“We can do that,” the therapist promised. “Does it sound good to you, Fran? Maybe even if we just sit there? It’ll be nice to go outside for a while, wouldn’t it?”
“...” It was only at these words did teal eyes slowly focus on Yamamoto. When he spoke, it was in a whisper only just audible. “...I have... no money...”
“That doesn’t matter,” the older male promised. “I’ll pay. Do you want it?”
Fran was hesitant to nod; he was so tired of the same white walls all day every day, he wanted to get out for a bit. “...Master... can come...?”
“If he wants to.” Yamamoto smiled as Mukuro nodded, knowing he should have expected as much; just like every other patient here, Mukuro, too, hated being confined to the halls. “Alright. You guys just go wait by the reception area while I go fill out the paperwork, okay? I won’t be too long. We’ve still got a few hours before my next appointment.”
Mukuro nodded again as he grabbed Fran’s hand. He helped the boy to his feet, and the two left the room.
While the blue-haired male found it hard to trust people, he knew Yamamoto was one of the few genuine people in this building, and made the very small list of ones he didn’t mind.
~~XX~~
Yamamoto wasn’t surprised when Fran clung to Mukuro, hiding behind the man whenever people passed by too close to him, and it upset him to know that Fran was so scared of people, the slightest accidental touch made him cry.
The three were standing by the counter of a coffee shop, waiting to be served. It was a tad crowded, and Yamamoto could see how stressed Fran was becoming.
Leaning down, the psychologist placed his hands on his knees as he smiled at his patient, only wanting the younger to be okay. “What do you want, Fran? Tell me what you want so you can go and sit down, okay?”
Fran’s lips quivered as he looked up to the menu board. It took a minute for him to decide, but he eventually whispered, “...M-milkshake...”
“Chocolate?” The dark-haired male confirmed. He smiled when Fran nodded, turning his attention to Mukuro. “What about you?”
“A tea will do wonders for me, thank you.” Mukuro then took Fran out of the building, sitting him by one of the tables tucked away from everyone else.
“Master...” Fran wrapped his arms around his small body as he looked up at the man. He shivered, feeling a chill go through his body. “...Master, I’m cold...”
Without a word, Mukuro shrugged his jacket from his body. He wrapped it around the trembling one, not too bothered about the cold. “Is that better?”
Fran pulled the jacket tighter around him as he nodded. “T-thank you, Master...”
Yamamoto came to their sides a few minutes later. He placed his patients’ respective drinks before them as he sat in between the two males at the round table. He himself had a chocolate milkshake, and he looked very content to be here.
“Is there anything you want to tell me, Fran?” Yamamoto asked as he twirled the straw in his drink. He wasn’t discouraged when Fran remained silent, knowing that some patients required more time than others before they opened up. “It looks like it’s going to storm, doesn’t it?”
“Little one, are you going to thank him for your drink?” Mukuro’s left hand was on the table as he cupped his drink with his right one. He didn’t react as a tiny hand came to rest on top of his, instead remaining patient.
“Thanks...” Fran whispered. He put his lips over the straw warily, his heart racing as he tried to remain calm; he was just so scared to be here with so many other people, he wished he had stayed at the facility.
“Do you like the other patients?” Yamamoto questioned, knowing not to push too deeply into Fran’s illnesses; he needed the younger to trust him first. He smiled as Fran nodded, hoping this conversation could pave the pathway to a friendship between them. “Which ones?”
“Master...” Fran whispered. “...Bel-senpai, too...”
“Belphegor?” Yamamoto was surprised to hear this; out of all the patients, Belphegor was one of the most mistreated and avoided victims. “Why so?”
“...He knows...” Fran tensed as he pushed his drink away. He shuddered as he moved closer to Mukuro, not quite knowing how to convey his thoughts. “...Hurt... He... He’s...”
“He’s been through the same pain you have,” Yamamoto finished. He wasn’t surprised when Fran nodded; it wasn’t uncommon for abuse – and especially rape – victims to group together, but Belphegor... The older male was honestly a bit worried about this as Bel was unpredictable and no one ever knew what was going through his mind; the blond was capable of anything, and Fran was far too fragile to be around that kind of person. “Oh, yeah; Tsuna told me you spent the night with him when he was still in the medical ward. Is he nice to you?”
Fran nodded. “Bel-senpai... is gentle...”
Yamamoto had never heard anyone describe the blond with such a kind adjective before; Bel was harsh and cruel, and hadn’t been known to respect anyone before – but then again, Bel truly had reason to hate everyone around him as none of the other patients cared for him.
“Well, I’m glad that someone wants to be his friend.” Yamamoto smiled at the boy. “Is there anything you want us to do for you, Fran?”
Fran shook his head. He pulled Mukuro’s jacket from his body and handed it back to the man, watching as the blue-haired male slipped it back onto his body. He then climbed onto Mukuro’s lap, wrapping his arms tightly around the man.
While people passed by the three, none of them had reason to stop and listen in to their conversation – so when a loud, female voice called out to them, Yamamoto found himself feeling frustrated that he couldn’t have a proper session with Fran no matter what he tried.
The woman in question had long blond hair, and appeared to be angry. She stomped over towards the three males, pointing an accusing finger at Mukuro.
“What is the meaning on this?!” the woman roared, her attention on Yamamoto.
“I’m sorry; can I help you?” Yamamoto frowned, noticing that Fran’s trembling had increased tenfold at the stranger’s approach.
“Are they faggots?!” The woman’s blue eyes burned with hatred as she regarded the two males. “Scum like those two shouldn’t exist! They’ll burn for eternity in the depths of Hell! Pieces of shit!”
Yamamoto was shocked as he watched the woman shove at Mukuro. He hadn’t expected her atrocity, but he knew he had to stop this now before Mukuro reacted.
“I’ve been to Hell several times already,” Mukuro hissed. He pushed Fran from his lap as he got to his feet, towering over the woman. His hands were fists by his side, and he looked angrier than Yamamoto had seen him in years. “Don’t you dare condemn me to such a place for things I cannot help.”
“Mukuro!” Yamamoto stood in between the bickering two, his hands on Mukuro’s chest as he gently pushed him back. “Mukuro, calm down. Ma’am, I’m sorry, but they are my patients. You can’t talk to them like that. Please leave us be.”
“Faggots should be hung from the rafters!” The woman sneered. “That man... He looks like a rapist! I bet that boy on his lap is only one of the few he’s raped! Filthy homosexuals are all into raping little boys!”
Yamamoto was just in time to catch Mukuro as the man sprung at the intruder. The blue-haired male was snarling incomprehensible words as he struggled to break free of his therapist’s arms, disgusted that someone could think he was capable of such horrors.
It took several minutes to diffuse the situation and send the woman on her way, but eventually, Yamamoto had sat Mukuro back on the chair as he calmed the man down. Mukuro was still fuming, and Yamamoto was sure the older male wouldn’t completely get over it for a few hours at least – the things that had been said were disgusting, and made even the psychologist distressed.
“I can’t believe she said I’d rape Fran...” Mukuro blinked at his own words before he looked around, frowning. “Little one...? ...Fran...?”
Yamamoto bit his lip as he, too, realised that, somewhere in the ruckus, Fran had disappeared.
~~XX~~
After the Varia Wing had been informed of Fran’s disappearance, all of them – minus Leviathan, who truly cared about nothing but Xanxus – were distraught; Fran was young, broken, and in a way, he had grown on the adults as someone they wanted to protect.
While Squalo, Xanxus and Lussuria sat in the flamboyant man’s room, discussing what had happened, Mammon had visited Bel. She knew Tsuna had already spoken to the blond about it, but she was genuinely intrigued as to what her friend thought about the situation.
“Unngh... Mammy~ Shishi~” Bel lifted his head from the bed as he sent a tired grin to the female. He giggled again at her approach. “Ushishishi~ Mammy, has the little froggy been found yet~?”
“Not yet, Bel.” Mammon pulled up the chair. She sat by the bed as she reached out, smoothing back blond bangs. “Why?”
“What does Mammy think happened to him~?” Bel had started laughing before he suddenly froze, his mouth twisting into a grimace as a snarl escaped his lips. “Shut up!”
Mammon ignored the unprovoked outburst, knowing it was the voices in his head Belphegor was addressing. “I don’t know, Bel.”
The man started twisting in his restraints before he let out a loud scream, shouting obscenities to an unseen figure in the corner of the room. Mammon was undisturbed by this, having seen similar behaviour in her cousin when they were younger – with the abuse Mukuro had suffered, it wasn’t surprising for the male to have ran away from home to his aunt and uncle’s house, seeking shelter, and it was almost always Mammon who looked after him during his outbursts.
“Bel.” Mammon was calm as she waited out the psychosis. “I don’t see anyone there.”
“They’re there, Mammy!” Bel shouted again. “They’re right there! I want them to go!”
“I’m sure you do, Bel, but I do not see anyone there.”
Bel snarled again as he struggled. He was vaguely aware of Mammon stroking his hair again, and despite his stress at his unwelcome guests, he soon relaxed; his ‘visitors’ didn’t do much other than stand in the corner and watch him – he would much rather focus on Mammon and her comfort.
“Is anyone looking for the frog?” Bel panted softly, having exhausted himself from shouting.
Mammon nodded. “The staff are taking turns searching for him.”
“Hmph... Mammy... The prince doesn’t want his froggy to be missing anymore... The prince likes it when Froggy sleeps by him...”
“They’ll find him,” Mammon promised. She sat up, pressing her lips against Bel’s.
Bel kissed back before he pulled away. He grinned before he replied. “Well, when the froggy is found, the prince will give him a handjob.”
“Why a handjob, Bel?”
“Because princes are above blowjobs, and Froggy must have ran away because he was scared. Besides... The prince kind of likes Froggy...”
Mammon smiled as she nodded. She couldn’t be entirely sure, but she had a feeling the reason Belphegor had taken such a liking to Fran was because the boy was someone the blond felt he could relate to – no one else in the facility had been through what Bel and Fran had, so it was only natural the two were distant from most everyone around them, drawn together instead.
Mammon almost found the resulting silence peaceful until it was again broken by Bel’s screams. She could never blame him, though; she couldn’t even fathom what went through his head and how it must feel to suffer through what he did.
~~XX~~
“Voi, why’d the stupid brat run off in the first place?” Squalo sighed as he picked at the material of his clothing. His head was resting on Xanxus’ shoulder as the two sat together on the end of Lussuria’s bed.
“Takeshi-chan may have made a misjudgement about taking Fran out into town,” Lussuria suggested. “Fran may have panicked and ran off when his guardians were distracted.”
“No way; that brat is too observant and would have kept a fucking eagle eye on Fran.” The silver-haired male shook his head. “...Do you think he’s okay...?”
“It depends where he is,” the oldest male said softly. “If he’s... somewhere cold, and without food... Poor dear already has an eating disorder...”
“Shit, now that you’ve mentioned it, I’ve never seen him eat before... Xanxus, do you think he’s okay?”
“Doubt it,” the dark-haired man said without hesitation. “He’d be easy prey, and the alleys are probably crawling with fuckheads.”
“Who said anything about alleys?” Squalo hated that his lover was being realistic about this, but he couldn’t blame the other; he himself couldn’t completely imagine Fran as being one-hundred per cent okay in this town full of drug addicts and creeps. “He could be out in the streets or under a bridge somewhere for all we know.”
“If you had run off in a panic, would you want to be somewhere with people all around you? No. He’s probably in a gutter somewhere.”
“Pessimistic bastard...” Squalo muttered. “I’m going to bed; you’re depressing me now.”
Squalo was the first to leave the room, muttering beneath his breath. Xanxus just glared after him before he stood up, storming over to his lover and dragging him by the hair into his own room.
Lussuria just smiled as he watched the two go, hugging one of his teddies. “Young love...”
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