Basil Raghib Fan Fiction

The sun rises over the clouded and dusty mountain, bringing in another bright morning to a dark bloodshed world. None but the one God rules here – the one who posses the Number 1 Headband. To accompany the headband you must be prepared for a transformation from the mere human flesh to the almighty rule. You have no fear within man-kind, not one soul could dare to cross you wrong. None - except the one who posses the Number 2. To be Number 2 you must venture your life with the consistent threat of extinguishment. The Number 2 can only be a threat to the Number 1 when it's the chosen warrior. The one who is prepared to face the God of this world. The one who is prepared to face – The Afro Samurai.

Anika was a bright Farmers daughter, living on the outskirts of the mainland. Her father died while Anika was of a young age, leaving the farmhouse behind to her in which she has lived and cared for her entire life. The farm is all she know's, recluse away from the entirety of the world.

The day was drawing late when she began picking the last Tomato bach from the the tip of the farm. She heard a screeching moan come from the riverside as she leant over for the last ripe Tomato. As she tilted her head towards the voice, she heard the cries of pain draw again. She dropped the basket and plunged towards the noise. As she shimmered over the bank, there lay the Afro Samurai in agony. His long, lanky body stretched across the stones with his blood soaked sword by his side. As Anika kneeled to his side, she saw the Number 1 headband tied across the forehead of the disillusioned Samurai. She immediately knew who this warrior was. She proceeded to lift the Samurai off the sand, his arm over her shoulder and starred his weight back to the farm house for nurturing.

Two worried days past before the Afro Samurai regained conciousness. Afro woke up in a haze, a natural formed reaction overcame him as he reached for his soul-filled sword.

Anika: Relax Afro, you need to rest. Don't worry, you're safe here.

Afro: Who are you? Where am I?

Anika: I found you by the river, you were hurt. I saved you.

Afro: Thank you.

Anika: You had some pretty serious cuts, must have been one hell of an fight.

Afro: I guess you could say that...

Anika: Go back to sleep, your putting too much stress on your body, you need to relax now.

One stretched week passed since Anika had found the blooded Samurai and Afro had completely healed from his wounds.

Afro: I need to leave.

Anika: Where will you go?

Afro: I must be moving on.

Anika: Won't you stay one more night? I'm sorry if i'm pestering you, but I just get so lonely out here in the farm, it's all i've ever known.

Afro: Hmmm...

It seemed that even the most ruthless of men couldn't shun down an immaculate smile and glimmering eyes like the ones on Anika. In the case of Afro, the passionate attraction wouldn't allow him to venture away and so each night the Afro Samurai attempted to leave, he would be sucked back in by Anika's glowing Beauty.

Years past on the farm with the two deep lovers conceiving a baby boy. The Afro Samurai had been conflicted with his past life of a so called God like ruler, battle filled bloodshed and his new profound family life. He knew the two lifestyles could not coincide and decided to put the headband down, hoping no one would come seeking it. But in each man that crosses path on this earth, there is a distinctive evil within him, the evil that draws jealousy and hatred out of a man. Afro knew this.

On a cold winters night, Afro had woken to the sound's of the back door shuddering back and forth. He woke to find Anika in his bed side. Afro procedeed to the back of the farmhouse where the banging of the doors was hailing from to find Anika, on her back, lifeless. The alarm bells bursted in Afro's head as he plunged himself towards the grace of his mothers child. She lay there. Two bullet holes thru her angelic head. The Samurai cried his pains out to feel the weight of the rain drown him.

The Sun rose again above the clouded and dusty mountain and the Afro Samurai was laying his lover to rest on the tip of the farm by the Tomatoes. As he laid her now decomposing body in they dirt, a note flew by the Afro's eyesight.

“I have come for you Number 1. I have come for you're soul and power. Fight me over the mountains today. Otherwise your little boy will be the next to join your lover.”

Two bullet holes and a challenge. The image of the evil creature appeared in Afro's mind. It was the Cowboy of the Dead. A skeleton being who had been rumoured to kill and slaughter any man who slightly looked at him and feasted on dead animals, worst of all, now he had the Number 2 head band.

The Afro Samurai returned to the farmhouse. He lifted the headband he had once diminished from his life and firmly wrapped it around his forehead. His son approached him.

Son: “Poppa? Where are you going Poppa? Where is Mummy?

Afro: Hush boy. Collect your stick and follow me...

The confused child followed his father. They ventured through the farmlands and onto the deadly mountains. The sun was slowly rising behind the big batch of afro hair. They arrived to the tip of the mountain with a greeting from a deadly cowboy clinching to pistols. Afro didn't say a word. His son stopped in fear.

Cowboy: Remember me Number 1? I've been waiting a very long time for this.

Afro: I know, but it all ends here....

LINK TO THE BATTLE BETWEEN AFRO SAMURAI AND THE SKELETON COWBOY:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXiaou-TR84

fanfict by: Baz Raghib.