Baz (rough draft)

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 wear 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 young, leaving the farmhouse behind in which she has lived and cared for her entire life. 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 sand 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.

It had been one week 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 got 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 and battle filled bloodshed and his new prrofound family life. He knew the two lifestyles could not coincide and decided to put the headband down, hoping no one would come seeking it.