A Gungrave Fic!

Hello everyone. Story's short, maybe three chapters long…That's all.

Mild lime! Nothing more…male x male.

Chapter Two

The two were being followed by some strange woman. They decided to make a turn towards the hallway when a man suddenly blocked their way.

"Ah, Harry!" "So this is where you work at", one of the men said. "They told me about this place. It's very interesting"

Harry had seen the man standing before him. He had blonde hair down his back and a scar under his right eye. He was no taller than him and seemed to be partners with the woman that followed them, as she had a gun to Brandon's back.

"Who told you…how do you know me?" Harry asked

"You were always the guy with the bad luck, now say goodb.y." The man was quickly shot to Harry's luck. Brandon had a way with guns. Unfortunately the lady behind them saw what was happening and shot right back at them. Lee took care of her from behind, with the help of Bob and the others. They all had heard the gun shots and ran over to see the event. Harry's leg was shaking as he was shot there, but Brandon was lucky, not a scratch.

For the last five hours Harry laid in bed. His leg that was bandaged up still throbbed with pain. The door opened and Brandon walked in.

"Hey you came to see me" Harry said to his old friend. Brandon in return, didn't say much but nodded.

"Don't worry my legs fine, I guess my luck isn't that great". Harry joked "By the way, wasn't there something you wanted to say to me?"

Brandon nodded, stepped forward and put his hand to rest atop Harry's head. Harry smiled as Brandon never made an effort of physical emotion.

"Harry… I joined Millennium because I didn't want to be the one left behind". "After everything, you were just going to leave…everything, are friends, Kenny, Jo..…Me…"

Harry's smiled faded and was replaced with something not sad, but not angry either. He was ashamed to think that Brandon had thought so low of him. He didn't admit to forgetting anything, but he wouldn't admit that he was so caught up in things. Changing his life style, and the way he lived, he wanted to become the sun that shone on everyone. He was Millennium…and he would let no one take that from him. Not the past, not Brandon, and certainly not Big Daddy…

"Brandon, there's this experiment I'm working on… a way to big back the dea…ad…"

Harry looked up to meet eyes he didn't see. Brandon's hair covered his eyes, his head slumped down. He began to grip at the hair on Harry's head. It got to the point where Harry had to force Brandon away from him. Brandon appeared upset, his face burning red, and out of the blue he started mumbling things incoherent. "Brandon, what...what's wrong with you?" Harry said as he looked into Brandon's almost red and frustrated eyes. Brandon fixed himself up and walked out of the room, leaving Harry baffled and somewhat confused. He figured he'd sort things out as soon as he was able to leave the hospital, both for his sake and for Brandon's…

tbc