Love Hate

Disclaimer: I don't own the lion king.

Authoresses Note: This is a drabble. However it isn't my first. My first drabble was nothing short of a disaster. Hopefully I've learned a thing or two since then. Please enjoy.

Life in the Pride lands. What could I possibly say to describe it? There's plenty of food to go around. Clean drinking water is always accessible. The lions are friendly. What could possibly be wrong? What could possibly be making me feel so alone and depressed?

Looking up from my perch atop a rock I see the hunting party taking down an antelope. The antelope seems to be doing everything it can to possibly avoid death. Its legs are kicking furiously and I can almost picture its cries of fear. Finally it begins to calm down and eventually stops moving all together. The lionesses commence dragging it back to the rest of the pride.

I begin to wonder what death is like. What was that antelope thinking as it struggled to live? What were you thinking about when the logs crushed you in the gorge?

I growl as I think of your memory. You useless stupid fool! What were you possibly thinking going after Simba like that? You only did it to please mother. That was completely selfish, how could you go and get yourself killed over something as stupid as pleasing that hate consumed lioness. How could you leave me?

I never liked her. Although she was never actually my mother. Mine and Kovu's parents were unknown. Your parents Scar and Zira just took us in. We were raised as brother and sister yet somehow we didn't act like it.

We always knew we weren't related, I guess that made our relationship easier because you naturally tend to fight more with your own sibling. Somehow we became friends despite the taunting and teasing. However on that one night our friendship grew into something much more.

I get up to stretch. My sleek figure is marred by a bulging belly. It has nearly been a season since you died and I am due any day now. Many of the lions including Kovu wonder who the father is but I cannot tell any of them. I don't want to break down as I tell them about you and how I truly felt about you. I don't want to appear weak.

I get up and slowly make my way back to Pride Rock. Deep in thought about you.

I hate you. I hate you for leaving me like this, mateless and expecting.

Yet somehow I know you're here with me and…

…I love you.

Authoresses Note: There it is. It's quite short I know. I hope you enjoyed.