It's been forever since I put anything up on FF, so my skills are a bit... yeah. Well anyway, this isn't particularly original, but hope you all like it! :)
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! belongs to Akira Amano.
By the way, this story might start off really weird without any introduction whatsoever, but I'll get to it in the next few chapters (I already have storylines) :D Each chapter will have a different character as the "main" character, but Fran is the real main person kk?
Pairings: BF, XS, 692718, minor 8059 and some others. This is my first time writing yaoi, so don't flame please!
"Fran-kun!"
Large blank teal eyes flickered open and glanced at the bubbly nurse standing outside the door. Oh for god's sake, do I never get a good nap here?
"What is it, Sasagawa-san?" he asked in his customary monotone.
"Xanxus-san and Squalo-san are fighting again," her voice held a slight bit of exasperation, "Gokudera-kun and Yamamoto-kun are trying to calm them, but they need your help."
Fran rolled his eyes wearily. "Isn't that the third time today? And it's what," he glanced up at the clock, inwardly sighing, "11 in the morning?" He stretched out the kinks in his back and wearily stood up. Goodbye, my darling chair. "Now if the Boss and long-haired sword freak would realize they were attracted to each other and relieve their sexual tension in some way other than demolishing half the Varia wing, I might be able to have a decent nap." He glanced at the redhead still standing in the doorway with a slight blush on her face. She's far too innocent for her own good. "But until then, we'll have to deal with them the normal way." With that he walked out of the doctors' prep room, hands dug deep in lab coat pockets.
"Trash."
A loud crash.
"Hey, freaking calm down!"
"VOI! WHAT DID YOU JUST FUCKING CALL ME? I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU ONCE I GET MY FUCKING SWORDS BACK, YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!"
Another loud crash.
"Oh you did not just fucking ignore me!"
"Trash."
"OKAY THAT'S IT! BASEBALL FREAK GET THE SEDATIVES!"
"Maa, maa, no need to yell, Gokudera."
Another series of loud crashes, screams, yells and whatnot continued to sound from that room, which all other living beings seemed to have disappeared in its 50m radius.
Fran sighed. He wasn't even halfway to the room yet, and he was already getting a migraine from the ruckus they were causing. Yes, that was how loud they were.
"The next time I see the Arcobalenos, I am so petitioning for soundproof walls," he muttered darkly, cursing them for ditching him in this sonic hellhole. He was also cursing himself for forgetting to bring earplugs. Oh my god, how could I have forgotten earplugs? Nobody comes to Vongola Asylum without earplugs. I mean, everyone knows that once you step in here, your eardrums are in critical danger! And I'm a doctor. A freaking doctor. I work here everyday! How could I have left them at home? He fought the urge to smash his head into the wall right then and there, and just narrowly won the argument, purely because it would be a mess to clean up later, and that the cleaning fee would be taken out of his pay.
"YOU BASTARD OF A DOCTOR! LET ME GO!"
"Sorry, Squ-chan, no can do!"
"SQU-CHAN? SQU-CHAN?"
"Yeah, Squ-chan! It's said that nicknames are good to help patients and doctors bond together, isn't it nice?"
"NICE MY ASS! WHO THE HELL GETS CALLED SQU-CHAN?"
"Well, Lussuria told me that."
"LUSSURIA THAT FAGGOT! I'LL CASTRATE HIM! No wait, he has no balls. I'LL CHOP HIS FUCKING MOHAWK OFF!"
"Trash. Is that the best you can think of, sword trash."
"DON'T CALL ME TRASH!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
"Gokudera! It's not good to swear in front of patients!"
"YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP TOO!"
"I wonder how I put up with all of you."
All four faces turned towards the doorway. And, you guessed it, Fran was leaning against the door frame, panting slightly and one finger in each ear. He pulled them out and gently massaged his ears.
"Fran!" Yamamoto said cheerfully, "You here to help us out?"
Gokudera, looking very dishevelled, muttered, "About time, too."
Yamamoto's easygoing grin slipped a little when he saw the bags under Fran's eyes. "Why are you looking so tired?"
"Anyone would be exhausted with 2 hours of sleep last night monitoring that guy 'cause Tsuna was out." Fran couldn't help but slip in another snide remark, "Well, that and because it was too much effort fighting the sonic monsters coming out of that lady's mouth."
Said lady started struggling against 'her' captor's grip. "VOI! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT, I'M A MAN! A MAN!"
Fran just turned a cool teal eye on him. "Oh I'm sorry. Your hair is very misleading you know. That and the fact that it's silver. I thought you were an old grandma who accidentally got lost on her way to the supermarket."
Yamamoto burst out laughing like he always did, Gokudera let out an amused huff despite his sour mood, and even Xanxus cracked a grin, albeit a feral, I'm-about-to-kill-you grin.
"DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH AT ME, STUPID FUCKERS! ESPECIALLY YOU XANXUS!"
"Trash, I'll laugh at what I want."
"VOI!"
"Ow…" Yamamoto winced. "Squalo you nearly dislocated my shoulder."
"Stay still, you bastard," Gokudera growled, "Hurry the fuck up, Fran!"
"Okay, okay, I need to get the dosage right," said Fran emotionlessly, filling up the syringes, "You don't want the police on us right? Even if these guys are dangerous and insane criminals." Now isn't that ironic. He stabbed the two struggling (well, actually one) patients, injecting the sedative. "Done. Put the shark in a straitjacket and take him back to his room. And don't forget to triple-lock the door. Boss you can stay as you are, just don't do anything stupid."
"Hmph. I don't do stupid things, trash," Xanxus' voice slurred as the drug started to kick in. He looked discreetly at Squalo's unconscious body being strapped into the straitjacket. It really was amusing to rile up Squalo. Especially when that meant he was going to be able to see him face to face instead of over a video camera. Even if that came in the form of his room being half-wrecked. Not that it wasn't like that all the time anyway.
"Whoa, Fran, how are you so good at handling those guys?" Yamamoto asked me on the way to the office.
"He doesn't know?" Fran asked Gokudera with a slim eyebrow raised. "I thought everyone knew."
Gokudera shook his head, "He transferred here from Shigure Soen just a year and a half ago, remember?"
"Ah, right." Fran turned to Yamamoto, whose face was looking more and more confused by the second. "I used to be a patient here until 3 years ago. Xanxus was sort of the top dog, so everyone else in the Varia Ward called him Boss. Squalo was my roommate for a while until he accidentally killed the guard and had to be moved to a high security room."
"Oh, so that's how." Yamamoto's face immediately cleared up and became its usual smiley self again. "What did you have?"
"Eh?"
"This is an asylum, right? So what disorder or illness or whatever did you have?"
"I actually still have it. I go for counselling once a week."
The confused look came back on Yamamoto's face. "Huh? But I thought you got better so you could get out."
Fran shrugged. "I got out simply because I was better behaved and the disorder wasn't as serious as the other patients. They thought that it would be good to get a patient to heal a patient. More to bond over." He grimaced. "Like hell that's true."
"Well what do you have?"
"EBD. Internalizing type. Kind of explains my entire life."
"Really? Yeah well, I used to be suicidal you know."
Gokudera choked on the bottle of water he was drinking. Fran's normally emotionless eyes widened. "You?" they said in unison.
"Haha, yeah."
"That's literally impossible." Gokudera snorted. The smiley baseball freak? Suicidal? Psh.
"There was nothing written on your transfer report about it though," Fran said.
Yamamoto shrugged. "Suit yourself."
Gokudera reached into his pocket, but Yamamoto grabbed his hand. "No smoking on premises, remember?"
The silvernette glanced down at their joined hands and blushed lightly, snatching his hand away with a frown on his face. "Dude, I just need one to calm myself down after Xanxus, okay?"
"Rules are rules, Gokudera, I'm confiscating them." Fran reached into Gokudera's lab coat pocket and fished out the packet of cigarettes.
"You can't do that!" You could practically hear him mentally pleading, please, don't take them away, anything but the cigarettes…
"I can, I'm the Varia Ward Head Doctor, and the person who actually assessed you during your internship." he said with a slight trace of smugness.
"Haha, Gokudera, you're pouting."
"I AM NOT!"
"Be quiet, my eardrums are damaged enough today, and you played a pretty big part in it." Fran touched his ear tentatively. It was still slightly sore from the Xanxus-and-Squalo incident a few minutes ago. Of course, the second part of his sentence started another argument consisting of more snide remarks, rank-pulling and sarcasm (Fran), heated retorts and swearing (Gokudera), and failed peacemaking (Yamamoto). Little did they know, all the noise they were making was making a certain skylark very, very annoyed.
"Stop crowding my corridor, herbivores, or I'll bite you to death, Head Doctor or not."
Yeah... not too good. My other ones were better. I'll probably come back to this a bit later and improve it.
EBD = Emotional and Behavioural Disorder
Sorry if Xanxus seemed OOC just then...
Well anyway, review please? Constructive criticism very welcome :)
