Welcome everyone. I'll try my best to update both this story and "Strange Amour" and continue on with mentioning canon plot points and even having Basil be present for some of them because while he has become friends with Lee, Tina and the rest, Basil's story is somewhat separate and does occasionally overlap with theirs. Enjoy and review.

Flaws

With a flyswatter in hand, Basil Hagen walked back and forth with his good eye darting here and there in search of a pesky mosquito. Standing at his pool, a quite ordinary thing that was just a rectangle of water surrounded by squares of concrete, he complained about his girlfriend Cherie Burlyn and what she had done that involved a journal and pictures she drew of himself in a specific matter, that looked as much like him as a liver sausage looked like Moses holding the ten commandments.

Who was he complaining too? Venus Kellerman, a girl with an extraordinary resemblance to Cherie except for some interesting differences: she was red haired in contrast to the blonde Cherie, her skin tone was like a mixture of his own and Tina Kwee's whereas Cherie was quite clearly white and lacked a tan, she was two or three inches taller than Cherie and finally Venus was endued with a big bust and nates. She simply lay there on her stomach reading a magazine, lounging in the coral bikini she wore under her clothes. Unlucky for her that she was laying there.

"It is simply awkward!" said Basil, pacing back and forth. "Toni gets a zit, Lee gets holes in boxers, Tina gets forgetting to brush her teeth and Cherie gets the most unspeakably embarrassing that is not for the one it is about!"

"Basil, darling, do you realize you've been complaining about this for ten minutes straight?" asked Venus, slowly of course.

"Well, the next time your paramour embarrasses you and it is reported about to the whole school don't come to me!"

Venus rolled her eyes. Considering she was interested in a relationship with Basil, she certainly wouldn't complain to him. "Are you going to continue?"

"Indeed I shall!" Venus should have known better than to ask a stupid question. She was quite bright and yet she asked a stupid question. "Cherie is a poor drawer and I have a feeling that I look as much as myself as Christopher Lee looks like Vlad the Impaler!" Venus would take his word for it.

"Basil, are you sure you should be skipping school at this moment? I'm okay with it but what about you?"

"My grades are good and what could I possibly be missing?" News about a solar eclipse coming, that was what. "Aha! I've got you now!" And with that Basil brought the flyswatter down on Venus' rear.

"Basil!" She turned from her magazine and looked at Basil. It wasn't the first time Basil had done this to a girl while trying to get a mosquito, mostly girlfriends, but it was the first time it had been a girl who was not a girlfriend.

"Missed!" Basil looked around but could not see the mosquito.

"I'm thankful you did!" Venus turned around and took the flyswatter from Basil. "Dead mosquito on a bathing suit is not anything I want!"

"Of course, while Cherie has a flaw as an artist I have two flaws of the body: my disfigured face and my blind left eye." His right eye looked down at Venus, his left eye remaining still.

"Surely, your only complaints about yourself can't be restricted to a few scars and a blind eye."

"Well, a weakness for blondes and redheads. More blondes than redheads but blondes and redheads nonetheless!" Besides being in love with Cherie, it was her being blonde that made him attracted to her. As for redheads, Basil had a bit of a history with them.

"So is that why you keep me around?" asked Venus. "Because of an appetite for blondes and redheads?"

Basil gave a chuckle. "We have only been friends for two days. It is too early for you to say such a thing but yes, you being a redhead is one factor."

"Does Cherie know about this weakness?"

"No." Basil shook his head. "My blind eye, she does know about. Few people know about that, although I do drop hints to my friends."

"But Cherie is more than just a friend for you, so what do you consider me to be?" asked Venus.

"A paramour." Said Basil. "A humble paramour in contrast to Cherie being a higher-level paramour."

Venus didn't know how to respond. She could only think that brutal honesty could be put down on the list of Basil's flaws.