"Afro, you can't go on like this! You're gonna die, man!"
"Shut. Up."
Afro Samurai limped through a mountain pass, covered in blood. His arm was severely wounded, and his leg was almost broken. Ninja Ninja was freaking out. He did not see that huge guy coming, and when he did, it was too late. He had grabbed Afro by the head from behind and tried to crush him like a soda can. Afro chopped off his hand and attacked, hindered by his new injuries. Afro had killed him, but now there wasn't a chance he would even make it to Justice, let alone be in good enough condition to fight him. Ninja Ninja tried to be a voice of reason, and of course, it didn't work. Afro Samurai moved forward. Always forward. Never looking back. He would not be swayed.
Usually.
"Afro, we need to stop! That big mothafucka messed you up, man! You are going to die! You hear me? Die! You'll never defeat Justice like this!" At that, Afro begrudgingly agreed that he would eventually die. Afro's only goal was to beat Justice. He couldn't do it like this. But before they could get into the next town, Afro collapsed at the beginning of a bamboo forest.
"Wake up, fluffy head!"
A child's voice had awoken him from slumber. "Otsuru?" Afro sat up, and grimanced at the pain. He was in a hut of some sort, made of bamboo. He was wrapped in green bandages and layed down on a matt. "Who's Otsuru? My name's May. What's your name, fluffy head?" Afro didn't reply. His head swam and he felt sick. 'That's right... (Images of Otsuru being impaled flooded his mind) Otsuru is dead."
"I'm just gonna call you Fluffy Head!"
A/N: You like? I saw some Afro fics and I thought I should try one. R&R! To be honest, all my fics were written when I was really tired. Go easy on me!
