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Awwoooooooooo! The Lone Wolf is back on the hunt dear readers! That's rights it's time for another instalment of one of my stories! Just read LadyNala's update for "Solid Dreams" well worth a look, I highly recommend it if you haven't read it yet then why not? Read it damn you The Lone Wolf will hunt you down….. ahem moving along after I wipe up the crazy drool I got from my bloodlust there…. Enjoy my highly anticipated story "Cupids Mistake" And yes its different and you may have to be patient with it XD Enjoy and REVIIEEEEWWWWWW!

Cupid's Mistake

Chapter 1: Rivals

Nala POW

I can't even remember at what point myself and Simba became enemies. It was so long ago and so much has changed since then. Something I don't understand is how love works, though I do know you fall in love with those who you are least likely to fall in love with. People often say that me and Simba were always meant to be. Well had you met me when I was a cub you definitely would disagree.

I sat with the other cubs watching the stampede thunder past. The lion cubs were so stupid at times it was unbelievable. It must have been because prince Simba had started an argument with Zazu again. Zazu had made some sort of comment about Simba having to choose a mate at some point in his future. Simba still found getting a girlfriend gross; well all of the boys did at that point. So of course being the attention seeker he was Simba broke into song screaming about how he couldn't wait to be king. When he'd finished singing he strutted over to us well he strutted towards us anyway. Probably needs a drink of water after all that running around keeping poor Zazu busy. As he walked over to us he sneered at me as though I was something he had trodden in. I lowered my head it wasn't the fact that he was the prince that bothered me it was that I was the unpopular cub. Nobody liked me; I didn't have any friends at all. I sat alone most of the time, the times that I sat with the other lionesses they ignored me or teased me for having such a light coat. My mom told me it's not a bad thing to have a light coat was just a pity that the other cubs didn't think so. To them I was a complete freak of nature; it hurt badly more than once I had been sent running to my mother tears streaming down my face.

I was picked on every day it was the cubs' favourite game. It was little better when Simba was around, the funny thing is despite the fact that both me and Simba were rivals, he never really bullied me like the others. I mean sure he joined with the laughing at me and he called me names. But he never deliberately went out of his way to insult me; he just insulted me if we happened to cross paths. However the rest of them on the other hand, made it a sport of hunting me down and making my life hell. Whenever the weather was especially hot the cubs would all go play in the water. I couldn't swim I was terrified of the water, something the others had cottoned on about. It was just something else for them to use against me.

"Hey weirdo what are you doing so close to the water?" One of the younger cubs asked me. Great now even the younger kids were picking on me. I could not escape anywhere. I hung my head dreading the onslaught that was guaranteed to kick off. The younger cub persisted.

"I said what are you doing around the watering hole weirdo?" he demanded more forcefully. I looked down on him trying to act intimidating, it didn't work on the contrary one of the girl cubs used it as an excuse to verbally batter me some more.

"Oh picking fights with little cubs now because it makes you feel big does it?" I shook my head disgusted at the accusations and continued to stare into the water. Simba was drinking not too far from where I lay and I thought it was only a matter of time before he started teasing me. The funny thing was he didn't. He completely ignored me. Well I wasn't complaining if he wasn't teasing me then I was happy. Thinking back I realise that it was sort of a warning sign that I was starting to like him, but then again I disliked him at that point also.

When he did finish drinking he stretched his legs out and made his way over to the tree where I was shading under. I thought he was going to say something to me but he just flopped down and ignored me. The girl cubs seemed to form a group something that caught my interest. Quickly they glanced over to me and dispersed. Well I could only assume as to what the big topic of conversation was about. A went back to daydreaming about what it would be like to have a friend to have someone to talk to. What it would be like to have someone who wasn't a relative to talk to.

I was brought back to reality once more with a hefty thump as a large fruit exploded over my head showering me with the juice. It stained into my coat and streamed down my face. Before I could say something a male voice cut through the air angrily.

"Hey! Quit it!" I turned to the voice I knew it was Simba but couldn't believe he was sticking up for me. Then I realised he was licking some juice off of his tail.

Oh so that was it he just didn't want to get caught by it. I should have known really why would Simba stick up for me? At times I got the impression that he didn't hate me but we were still rivals.

I stood up to confront who did and found a group of girls standing close together around the culprit the same male cub that had come over and insulted me earlier. They all started jeering and catcalling as I made my way back to pride rock with tears in my eyes. Turning my head to the side I saw Simba walking in pace with me, I wasn't too sure but I could have sworn he followed me until I noticed the blank look in his eyes. He was completely oblivious to my presence; he must have gotten up at the same time coincidentally. He seemed to be spaced out and I couldn't help but wonder what was on his mind. Finally after a few moments of walking he looked at me with a hint of scorn and recognition.

"Are you ok?" he asked though it seemed to be more obligated than out of real concern. I nodded my head unsure of what to think of all this. Simba scowled.

"My mom says I've got to hang out with you but don't expect me to like it" he told me. The more I tried the less I could be angry at him, oh I wasn't happy by any stretch but the other cubs didn't like to mess with Simba and maybe him being around me would ease the pain I felt inside.

I nodded, ok he wasn't really my friend but he was somewhat of a deterrent to bullies and he was someone to talk to.

There hung an awkward silence for a few minutes before I dared to ask.

"Do you hate me?" Simba's expression hadn't changed from the blank expression his eyes glistening with mischief. His face scrunched up in thought before he cleared back to his poker face and answered.

"I think you're a loser" I hung my head did everyone think I was a loser, did no one think I had feelings?

"But I don't hate you I just don't like you" Well I had to give him credit for that it took guts to tell me when he seemed he was doomed to hang out with me for a good amount of time now.

I remained quiet once more as we walked in silence. For no reason whatsoever the pain of loneliness fell upon me as I realised he didn't want to be around me, I badly wanted someone I could trust, I mean ok he didn't hate me but I wanted him to at least like me enough so I could trust him. I so badly wanted to cry I needed to cry my heart was hurting like hell.

"Why do the other cubs bully me?" I asked my voice scarily calm as though I would break down at any moment. Simba didn't even pause as he gave me an answer.

"Because your weird and you're always snitching on the pranksters. Nobody likes you because you always get them into trouble!" he growled obviously pulling the information from personal experience. My eyes filled with tears at his words. So by being the responsible one I had repelled the other cubs from wanting to be my friend.

"Did I ever get you into trouble?" I asked knowing the answer. Simba glared at me disgusted.

"Loads of times!" he spat, he really didn't want me around. I never wanted anyone to get hurt it's why I did it.

We arrived at pride rock and stood staring at each other feeling awkward.

"Well erm I'll see you later I guess" he said looking slightly annoyed at the situation and wandered into the den towards auntie Sarabi.

"Yeah bye" I said sadly and made a move towards my mother for my bath.

Simba's POW

I left Nala by the entrance angry at my mother for forcing me into this situation. I didn't like Nala I made that quite clear but apparently she'd run off and snitched on me again. Telling my mother that I was always picking on her I could not believe it. I stood in front of my mom and tried to weasel out of it once more.

"Mom why do I have to hang out with Nala I don't like her!" My mom glowered at me and scolded.

"Do you know what you do when you come home?" I shook my head.

"You have you bath and you go to sleep, do you know what Nala does when she gets home?" I shook my head again.

"She has her bath and she cries for a good few hours before she falls asleep!" My mom looked over crossly.

"She hasn't got any friends at all! And I know because of her mother not her telling on you!" My jaw slipped a few inches, she hadn't told on me? Made a change.

"She came home yesterday devastated because of what you said about her coat do you know that!" I racked my brains casting my mind back to the previous day.

Then I recalled when Nala had slipped and fallen in the mud I had laughed with everyone else and said "Well at least now it looks like a proper coat and not like vulture dung" Nala had run off with tears streaming down her face.

"Well from now on you will play with her and look after her! She's a very sweet young girl, she's always polite and kind and I haven't once seen her saying anything that would provoke bullying!" I hung my head in shame she was right in a sense there was no reason to bully Nala. But that hadn't stopped us.

"How long am I to stay with her?" I asked. My mother contemplated the question.

"Until she has more friends and everyone stops picking on her!" Wow that was steep.

I had my bath and lay down to sleep, I glanced over towards Nala and sure enough Sarafina had her arm around her cub that was lying crying her eyes out. Why hadn't I noticed that before?

Well now I was stuck with her but that didn't meant to say I was going to be nice to her or anything I'd just be blank yeah that's it. Then I couldn't get into trouble for not hanging with her.

Well this was a sign of things to come and looking back I realise how much has actually changed.

Hoooooooooooowwww did you find it? Different? Yeah I know Simba fans he's a bit of a *insert appropriate insult here* but things will change! Just thought id spice things up a bit ;)! Well dear readers The Lone Wolf is signing off for the day I'm changing my name btw from LoneWolf LUFC to The Lone Wolf. Please REVIEW! And yes I will be updating ASAP, hope you enjoyed the build up! So its bye for now as The Lone Wolf settles into his den for a rest! Until next time faithful readers this The Lone Wolf signing off!