Author's Note: I was inspired to write a blurb about Simba and how he would do in the modern world, specifically my "DSNEY" series. I know it's short, but I hope you like it all the same! Feel free to leave a review.
The Lion King
"Kiara, where are you? Kiara!"
The dark skinned junior leapt off the pile of hay stacks and turned to her older brother.
"What Simba?"
"Where have you been? Dad's gonna throw a fit when he finds out you skipped chores again," he lectured as he rounded the corner. His rich, chocolate skin reflected in the afternoon sun. He stuffed his hands in his jean pocket and glared at her. "You weren't with that Kovu guy, were you?"
Kiara rolled her copper eyes. "No, but even if I was it's none of your business."
Simba sighed. "Kiara," he started. 'Why can't she understand I have good reason to be concerned?'
"Simba," she mimicked.
"He's dangerous!" Simba exclaimed.
"Oh please, he is not! He's sweet and kind and fun and he loves me! Why can't you accept that?"
"Because I know his sister! Zira is nothing but trouble. Associating yourself with her will only get you hurt." He put his hand on her shoulder. "I'm just looking out for my baby sister," he said quietly.
Kiara shrugged off his hand from her bare shoulder and walked around him. "When are you doing to treat me like the adult I am?" she yelled.
"When you start acting like one!" he shouted back, watching her leave for the corral. He sighed and kicked loose pebbles near his cowboy boots. Simba shook his head and ran his fingers through his black dread locks. The cool beads clicked against his cheek but he ignored them.
"That went well," Nala said.
Simba glanced at his girlfriend and sighed. "You saw that?"
"No, I heard it. Whenever you two go at it the whole ranch can hear it," she chuckled. The young girl wrapped her cocoa coloured arms around his waist, placing her head against his chest. "You have to understand she's not a little girl anymore," she murmured.
"I do!" Simba thought for a moment then shook his head. "Okay, maybe I don't. But she still shouldn't be around Kovu. He is dangerous."
"I agree! Remember what she and the others did when we started dating? I'm not condoning Kiara's behaviour, but you're going about it all the wrong way. I know your father said to watch out for her, but I don't think this was what he meant," Nala pointed out.
Simba sighed and rested his chin against the crown of her head, his own arms around her waist. Her spiky black hair tickled his nose but he ignored it. "I know, but I don't know what else to do. When he left me in charge of the ranch for the month, he didn't exactly leave specific instructions."
"I believe the speech went something along the lines of, make sure nothing burns to the ground and all the animals are still there when he gets back," she said.
Simba chuckled. "You're probably right. That's the easy part. Kiara is what makes this whole thing difficult," he grumbled.
"Oh come on Simba, don't you remember what it was like at that time? We got into a lot of trouble, if I do recall, except Zazu was the one in charge, not you," she chuckled.
"Hmm, you do have a point. We did have a lot of fun," he said, tilting his head down so their foreheads pressed against each other. His lips almost brushed hers when he heard a scuffle of feet coming from the field.
"Simba!" Timon called in a panic, as usual.
"Simba!" Pumbaa followed.
The senior student sighed and looked over to the lanky ferret-like boy and his tall, portly companion. He wondered what the ranch hands wanted.
"Simba, we forgot!" Timon exclaimed.
"We're so sorry!" Pumbaa added.
Simba raised an eyebrow. "What are you guys talking about?"
"The science project!" said Timon. "We were going to collect the samples."
"But then we found this amazing ant hill," Pumbaa said.
"And we couldn't just ignore it," added Timon.
"So we-"
"Kind of-"
"Forgot," Pumbaa concluded.
Simba groaned. "Guys, that thing is due Monday! I know it's almost summer but I'm supposed to actually graduate this year!"
Nala took his hand and squeezed it. The young man took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright, I can make this work. Come on, we're going back to the house. Mr. Facilier won't be impressed with late work and we are not giving him the satisfaction of failing me."
"Simba, what about the chores?" Nala asked.
He paused and looked back at the fields and barn. He still had a fair amount to get done before his shift at "Daisy's Corner Store".
"Nala, I hate to ask-"
She smiled. "You don't have to." Nala kissed his cheek. "Get to work mister. We won't be able to move out if you're not graduated," she chuckled.
Simba saluted her. "Aye, aye milady." Timon hopped on Pumbaa's broad shoulders and the group went back to the main ranch house to get to work.
