Basta needs more love... I was really hoping this would be a little bit longer. Oh well, I plan on writing another story or two for Basta anyway and maybe one for Violante and one for Farid.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. It would be cool if I did though.

They knew nothing about him.

Basta, Capricorn's loyal dog. Basta, the superstitious man. Basta, lover of knives. Basta, the villian. They knew nothing about him.

It was selfish of them, nobody ever thought about Basta. Meggie, and Silvertongue, and all of their little friends - they were the worst. Every time he even looked at one of them, he was filled with a feeling of loathing. They were all so happy, they took things for granted, and they would never know what it felt like to live without it all. They would never know what it was like to be hated by everyone or to spend your childhood an orphan on the streets.

And then Capricorn had come. Capricorn had given him a reason to live, a purpose. Basta had never been more grateful in his entire life. All he ever wanted to do was repay Capricorn for everything he had ever given him. To be of importance to someone. Was that why he was always labeled as the villain? Was it really that wrong to be thankful to man who had drug him out of the street gutters? Was that the reason why everyone hated him?

Yes, Silvertongue, his little witch of a daughter... they were selfish. They thought only about themselves, what was important to them. And Basta, he was just a villain. That's all they ever saw when they looked at him. That's all they would ever see...

They knew nothing about him. Nothing at all.