Gungrave Chapter Three (looks like there might be more chapters)

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Mild! (male x male) Chapter Three

It hurt so much, his leg was shaking each time he took a step. The doctor said he would be fine, but the Advil and aspirins weren't working for McDowell. He took all types of painkillers to end it, even if he poisoned himself with an overdose! Harry removed his cane from under his shoulders to sit down and read the newspaper. There his story was posted on the front page 'Man tries to shoot executive Harry McDowell'. He laughed to himself then called down for a coffee to be sent to him; he wanted it strong. It took awhile but Brandon had told Harry, the only problem was that Harry didn't seem to care about what Brandon thought of him. Brandon did remember Harry mentioning something about the dead. He could use that as an excuse to talk to Harry again. He began to head for Harry's office when Bunji called after him. "Oyo Aniki, seen any of them suspicious people lately?" "My nuts are aching for a fight and I got my guns ready and guys search'in the area…"

"Ah…" Brandon nodded.

"You headed for Harry's…, what is it with that guy? He comes back from the hospital menstruating and all…pisses me off".

"Don't worry I'll take care of it" Brandon said as he nodded to Bunji. Then turned around to see Lee and Bob headed his way, followed by two waitress. One holding a coffee mug on a silver plate, the other had a first aid kit and a bottle of pain killers. Both were walking at a pretty fast pace and looked like they would've started running if Lee and Bob weren't in their way. "Hey Brandon, have you seen Harry, he just came from the hospital" Lee said. "Yea, and apparently in a bad mood" Bob added, while taking a bite if a large turkey leg. Before the waitress could pass him, Brandon stepped in front of them taking the tray and the first aid kit. "I'll give it to him" he said. Both waitress nodded, blushed, and then left. Brandon turned and headed for Harry's office, without saying bye to Bob or Lee…

Harry was in his office, chatting with his beloved Sheri. He loved her, but if she weren't always on his case, he'd love her even more. "Don't worry I'll be fine" Harry replied to Sheri who was very nervous on the other end of the phone. Harry turned to see Brandon walk in.

"Sheri, I'll call you back, bye honey" He turned to see his coffee and aid kit handed to him. "Brandon…"

"Harry, sorry about what happened."

"Don't worry about it; I'm more concerned about you, what's up".

"…"

Harry took a sip of his coffee before continuing, "Brandon, do you hate me?" "Because I could have sworn…" "Harry." Brandon cut him off as he took the aid kit and bent down by Harry. He began unwrapping the cloth Harry had around his calf, and saw that there were a bunch of stitches and a sponge like thing that covered a patch bleeding on his leg. He removed the sponge and covered it with cotton balls, then took the wrap of cloth and replaced it with a fresh one. Harry stood there watching his friend. He was both quite amused and amazed at the same time. It was the first time Brandon had shone this much care for him, if all any. He figured it was an excuse to be forgiven from the hair pulling event. Harry laughed.

"Umm…" Brandon looked up to see an amused Harry.

"Nothing Brandon, just since when did you become nurse?" Harry smiled. "You should've used alcohol, to get back at me!" Brandon stood up, their eye level almost matching. "I fixed your leg…but unfortunately I can't fix Harry". Harry raised an eyebrow and took this as an insult, throwing his coffee at Brandon. "So you're still mad, eh…Brandon please, tell me what the fuck I did..?" Brandon had had it, he was about to leave when Harry reach out and stopped him. "You're rich, you're happy I suppose, were both in Millennium, what man could possibly ask for more…?" Harry gestured.

"You Harry. You're the one asking!" Brandon looked down. This was goodbye, he just couldn't stand it. Harry was greedy, and above all, didn't really need his best friend anymore. He looked at Harry removing his hand from his sleeve, and made to leave.

"Brandon, wait". Harry panicked. Harry couldn't go to the top without Brandon. He figured maybe he was selfish, maybe he was aggrogant, and just maybe…he was a bastard. Brandon would never do something like this, especially not to Harry, he was his best friend. This was serious. His mind flashed back, he remembered the time Brandon had come along, when he got in the car and headed for Millennium with Harry. He remembered that Brandon looked sad. He couldn't imagine himself alone, not just yet. Brandon turned to look at Harry who decided to try and walk toward him, but failed miserably. He tried to get up again but it was futile. Brandon walked over to help his so-called friend.

"Thanks" Harry added, leaning against Brandon for support. Together they attempted to reach for the couch when Harry put his leg a little too far out and trip Brandon and himself. (If they had fallen any harder, he was sure he would have blacked out). Not to mention, split his head from the broken porcelain of the coffee mug.

Instead, he found himself below Brandon. His breath steady against his neck. Brandon removed himself enough to see Harry's face up close and personal. He noticed every feature, and found himself enlightened as if viewing a film; one about Harry.. Brandon smiled at this then stopped when he noticed what he was doing. Harry motion to try to get up, but Brandon made no effort to move leaving Harry trapped beneath him. Harry's expression changed when he found that Brandon's face formed of something beyond the machination of a normal human.

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