A Special Kind Of Bastard

"This is the last house" Boris said under his breath as he knocked on the white mahogany door.

No answer.

"I still can't believe you're doing this. It doesn't involve us in the slightest" Last Resort glared at his commander with mild annoyance from where he was sitting on the steps leading up to the porch of the house they were at.

"I'm doing this to honor those who are grieving the loss of their family members. It's the least we could do" Boris knocked again, certain of the fact that there was someone in the house. He could hear the distant sound of something boiling, plus he could smell what must be some sort of rice dish.

"But you did this yesterday for the deceased Taitanzu newbloods...but bringing us all the way to Naples to do the same for the Revenants? Those are 6 hours we spent on the road that we ain't ever getting back..." LR grumbled whilst pulling out one of the wild sunflowers that decorated the front lawn of the house.

"It'll be quick...15 minutes tops and we're out of here and back on the road to Tallahassee..." The white haired commander tightened his grip on the last one of the jumbo-sized gift baskets he had purchased, waiting patiently for the footsteps he heard to reach the door.

Finally the door opened and out stepped a tan, lanky teen with his black hair in a buzz cut, half a head taller than Last Resort and with dull brown eyes that were red and puffy with crying. Dry tears stained his bony face.

"The hell do you fuckers want?"

"My name is Boris L. Deadhead and I'm the leader of the Taitanzu gang..." He bowed and LR copied his action. "I have come to apologize for the fatal injuries your sister; Alexa Tempest of the Revenants Gang sustained while making her way back home" Boris stood up and offered the gift basket to her brother with a saddened yet serious look on his face.

The tanned teens face transitioned from downcast to twisted anger in seconds as he grabbed Boris by the collar.

"Do you think a sorry is going to heal my sister's wounds? If those injuries are fatal enough to kill her will your gift basket bring her back to me?! Answer me you pretentious gangster prick!"

Boris stared into the pained teen's eyes, showing no visible reaction and making no move to stop the enraged boy from roughhousing him. Out of the corner of his lone eye he noticed Last Resort staring at Alexa's brother, eye's twitching and his earrings already taken off. He recognized this as his deputy's fighting stance.

Boris silently thanked the Lord he had decided against bringing Casey or Killer along.

"You gangsters throw away your youth with petty fights like you're no better than the gladiators of ancient Rome! I warned her not to do this and she refused! Look what happened! She doesn't even have a 40% chance of living right now....is your gift basket going to ease her of her pain!?" The teen grit his teeth and lifted his fist to hit the Taitanzu Commander, prompting LR to take a menacing step forward only for him to be warned against doing such a thing with a quick glance from Boris.

The teen dropped his fist and fell on his knees, his body shaking violently as he began sobbing into his hands.

"... just go away... I don't want to see you guys ever again..."

Boris dropped the gift basket by the door and squatted next to the teen before patting his back sympathetically.

"Don't worry...you won't..."

Boris stood up and walked away, LR following him while still keeping a close eye on the mourning brother just in case he got any funny ideas.

"Y'know Boris, you really are a special kind of bastard" LR commented when they were a good distance from the house.

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"Not a lot of people will do what you did. Consoling each and everyone the grieving. And even fewer gang commanders will take being disrespected like that so calmly. I was ready to give him a free ticket to be by his sister's side"

"Oh well. I'm just doing what I can do to make sure I can ease the plight of those suffering. No matter how insignificant it may seem"

"Exactly what I said..." LR chuckled lightly.

"...a special kind of bastard...."

********************Bonus*******************

Alexa's brother (name's Gregory) waited patiently on a bench opposite his Alexa's room for approval for him to visit his sister.

It was becoming a regular thing now, for him to appear in the hospital multiple times a day, worried to death about the well-being of his one and only sibling. The last family he had.

"Alright. Your sister's awake and ready to see you Mr Tempest" the nurse walks out of the hospital room and smiles at him, getting used to the periodic and sporadic appearances of the older Tempest sibling.

"Thank you nurse Johansson" he picked up the gift basket with mild difficulty (it was rather heavy...how did that boy lug it around so easily?) and stumbled into the room, squinting his eyes because of how bright the all-white room appeared to be. It was too bright for him regardless of how many times he had been here.

On the bed lay Alexa, sitting up for the first time since she got here according to what the nurse told him. She had her arm in a cast and her face was adorned with multiple bandages. Greg had to admit that she came out the least injured of all the Revenants members.

"Nice to see you sitting up. I'm not gonna be here long...I just came to drop this..." He dropped the basket on her bedside drawer and sat in the chair next to her bed, a small smile on his face as he looked at her. She had gotten a bit better over the last few hours. That was some good news at least.

"A gift? From who? And so big too! I know it isn't from you because you can never afford such" her green eyes sparkled at the sight of the big basket.

"Whoa thanks for the sick burn. Appreciate it...anyway it's from a Boris Deadhead of the Taitanzu gang..." Greg spat out the name like it was burning bile at the back of his throat.

"Boris L Deadhead...of Taitanzu? The gang that defeated us...?" Alexa's excitement suddenly died down and tears gathered in her eyes. "...How could he... after... everything...."

Greg began to sweat as anger began boiling in his blood. If that commander had done anything to his sister he was going to kill him himself.

"What? What'd he do?"

"...he still bothered sending gifts out to all the grieving. I thought it was a rumour but now that I've seen my gift with my own eyes..."

Greg was confused. Why was his sister sad because if the basket? He figured she'll be angrier than he was.

"What's that supposed to mean? What's so bad about the gifts...?"

"He still gave out gifts to us. People who aren't in his gang. Despite the fact he lost 15 of his own members to a rival gang attack..."

Greg almost fell off his chair.

15? That boy lost 15 of his members in one night and still went around consoling those who lost someone dear to them...or had one of their loved ones injured. Greg was beginning to realize that he must have done the said thing to every family affected by the two attacks.

A sudden wave of shame swept over Greg and engulfed him like a flood.

That boy had lost so much in one day, yet he was still selfless enough to do such a thing? Greg felt angry at himself for manhandling the boy and shouting at him.

Greg wished he could wind back time and apologize. He felt like a spoilt child who complained about not getting his favorite meal; a child that was ignorant of the fact that there were children in the world who didn't eat enough to even have a "favorite" meal. It was a disgusting feeling that left a bad taste in his mouth...a feeling that he hated.

"Boris Deadhead..." Greg felt tears cloud his vision as he imagined what it would feel like to lose 15 family members at once.

"....I promise.. I swear I'll pay you back tenfold..."