K - So I am doubly publishing this fic on here as well as on my Ao3 account. I hope you all enjoy a completely random "George of the Jungle" AU fic starring our own earthen prince Mamoru Chiba! Because this boy needs all the love.
Chapter One:
KING OF THE JUNGLE
Deep in the heart of Africa is a place no man has ever entered. A place that belongs to the lion, the elephant, and the ape. A place known as the Bukuvu.
A plane can be seen flying over a large and dense jungle with fog and mist filling the skies.
Travelers flying overhead can only glimpse at its many marvels: its sparkling rivers, its lush veldts, its billowy cloud formations and…
Suddenly the skies seem to clear only seconds before the plane scrapes a wing against a mountain and begins a rapid descent to crash against the ground.
…its hidden mountains.
But never fear my friends. Not all was lost, while scrapped and boo-booed the passengers searched high and low,
A small group of men with a pair of women and a young silver haired child called again and again trying to find the missing member of their party.
but they never did recover their most precious cargo.
Never knowing that the missing member of their party had crawled away, in a state of exhaustion and pain from his head injury, into the jungle to never be seen again.
Well not for a few years at least.
A loud and bright beat of drums fills the air and the theme song begins to play, being sung by the people of the nearby village at the base of the mountain and joined by intelligent animals of the mountain jungle.
King, King, King of the Jungle
Strong as he can be
Watch out for that tree
A young boy of eight, with black hair and startling blue eyes is seen running through the jungle at the base of the mountain, turning his head he yells behind to his playmates not noticing the tree in his path until its almost too late, tripping in his haste to not run into it he falls to the ground
King, King, King of the Jungle
Lives a life that's free
Now at the age of twelve the boy is growing to be tall and lean, he runs far ahead any human playmates he may have had, only the animals able to keep up with his wild nature. Across the forest floor, and across the tree tops, much to the annoyance of his human caretaker. A woman of black hair and deep violet eyes with a single golden crescent moon emblazed upon her forehead.
When he gets in a scrape he makes his escape
With help from his friend and ape named Fiore
And his deer, Anne & Allen can jump any logs
Their man's best friend, but their no dogs
Older still, at fifteen-year-old he is hanging off the side of a cliff as a teal-furred ape with pink stripes at each side of his head is pulling him up with the aide of two extremely large red elk.
Once back on the cliff the teenager gives his friends a bright smile before climbing up a nearby tree to deposit a baby toucan that had fallen out of its nest and almost off the cliff completely.
He's the King, King, King of the Jungle
Smart as he can be
Hear him holler, swing, and sing
All the animals come to the jungle King
Eighteen and stronger than ever he sits just outside of one of the huts at the base of the mountain, a school book in his lap as he works through the equations presented when a pair of little children rush up begging for him to play with them.
It takes but a moment for him to set aside the book and a game of tag takes place, ranging from one end of the village to other and even into a small ways into the jungle as a few animals join in the game.
So, grab a vine and swing in time
If you smack a tree just pay no mind
He's King, King, King of the Jungle
Strong as he can be
He's good it's a guarantee
A fully-grown man leaps through the trees, traveling to the village. When he gets there, he is greeted with bright welcomes and cheerful children.
He spends the day playing with the kids and helping the parents. When one of the children gets hurt he scoops them up, cleans and bandages their leg, then makes sure they are returned safely.
Twenty years later, the young boy has grown into the Jungle King. He is swift. He is Strong. He is Sure. He is Smart. He is…
The young man is seen wading in one of the river's branches, his body soaked and muscles rippling.
Far too attractive for anyone's safety.
He glances up at the narrator and rolls his eyes,
What, its true. He really is attractive. I mean growing up in the jungle not only made him confidant it made him built, how often do you even see specimen like him?
"Thank you, get on with it."
Fine.
Meanwhile, trees and vines away Mamoru's kingdom is being threatened by a terrifying intruder.