Note: Hi, guys! Just an update on some things … uh, my other fan-fic, TH,SB;FHaB has been temporarily removed. I wanted to remake it, with new text and a new story line, because I was reading it the other day and the quality of it was just horrendous. SO, look for it's re-mastered self in the near future. For now, I hope you enjoy " Old Scars Do Run Deep." ( Yes, I have changed the title. I think it's much better. )

Scar, Sarabi, Sarafina, Nuka, Zira, Kovu, Vitani, Simba, Nala, Kiara, Mufasa, etc. Copyrighted to Disney!

Any other characters you may see along the way Copyrighted to Moi.

Chapter I : A Widows' Dethronement, A Prince Revoked

A solemn wind brushed by the cave of Pride Rock, deathly cold and ill-fated it seem, brushing up dead leaves and the scent of rotten carcasses onto the Pride's nostrils. The gruesome laughs of the Hyenas cackled throughout the Pridelands at that moment, each and everyone scrapping for whatever leftovers were practically left. It had been many cruel months since the passing of both Mufasa and Simba. Their deaths had an eerie affect on their once Kingdom, the grass wasn't green anymore, the skies were never blue. Often, the lionesses of the pride would ponder about the rain that never ceased. Rain couldn't be forever, could it? It seemed so, for the meantime.

However, the only ray of sunshine left within the Pridelands was the widow of the former king. Yet, for Sarabi, this was her nightmare. She had no husband, she had no son. Her brother-in-law had taken over the once flourished Pridelands and turned it into a hell hole. But she never let her defeated expression show. She always urged the rest of the lionesses to go on, and find whatever they could for the Pride. As long as they all had Sarabi as their queen, all was not lost. However, this would all change within the next few days.

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Unexpectedly one not-so-different day, Scar rounded up all the lionesses and Hyenas together. It seemed he had conjured an important meeting, and it would be one that would diminish all hopes of a resolution. He ordered that they make a separate row of lionesses and hyenas, leaving a space between. Both Lion and Hyena were confused at the moment.

" My Pride, it is with an even more heavy heart, that I say this onto you. " He waved a paw dismissively in the air as he closed his eyes and stuck his nose high into the air. " Your current Queen, Sarabi, is a queen no more. "

Snickers were heard within the crowd of Hyenas, while the Lionesses gasped heavily, some whispering and shouting. This would continue until Sarabi walked up to Scar and addressed him. " For what reason are you dethroning me? " In an angry, yet soft tone, she awaited Scar's reply.

" Because, I've seen how you've been since the passing of the King and his son. Too many duties for you to fulfill, I'll just let you sulk over the loss of Simba and … Mufasa. " He turned his head temporarily from Sarabi in order to gag at the fact he mentioned his brother's name, before turning back to face the defeated lioness. " However, I do still leave you leader of the hunting party, even though you BARELY do much work for that, either. "

Both Nala and Sarafina ran up to their friend and diminished ray of light, and helped her down from Scar's perch. Sarabi was near to collapsing of a broken heart … she was losing everything within a couple of months. What else was there for her to live for, she thought. When she was far from Scar, and comforted by both lionesses, she addressed him one last time.

" If I am not a Queen anymore, who will take over the throne? "

" Ah, Sarabi. I thought you'd never ask. Lionesses of the Pridelands, I give you your new Queen. Zira. "

With that space made ahead of time, a pale-tan colored lioness stepped forth towards his more than happy self, Scar. A single auburn stripe slipped down her skull to her neck, a hefty chunk of her ear missing from what seemed to be from a scuffle she had not too long ago. Obviously, this lioness was not one from the Pride, and they all wondered who it was.

As she continued to step up with such dignity, more lionesses happened to follow, looking more dark and solemn as Zira did herself.

" And I want you to meet the rest of the once banished Outsiders. They'll be living with us now. So do make sure you treat them with humble hearts … eh …? " He paused as he saw something hanging from out of Zira's mouth. He would definitely need to talk with her privately and set things straight with her.

" Erm, Zira. Follow me this way. We need to clear up some … issues. " Scar stated, as he then began to lead both Zira and cub into the cave. Before entering, he ordered his most loyal subjects to keep watch over the pride. " Shenzi, Banzai … Ed, watch them. I don't need them making any slick moves while I'm discussing things with your new Queen. Understood? "

" Sure Pal! We'll keep an eye on the lousy felines for ya'. "

" Good. Now get out of my sight. "

All three yipped as they raced back over to the lionesses, bothering them as usual.

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Inside the cave, Zira sat a few feet away from her new King, and set the cub down in front of her. Scar look more than disgusted.

" Zira … dear, what is that? "

Zira smiled evilly as she nudged the cub forward into Scar. " This is your heir, my King. This is your son, Nuka. "

Son?! I couldn't have possibly bred some waste of air such as that!

Scar arched his scarred brow, eyeing the small cub before him. The cub was frozen in fear, whiskers tattered and bended. The midnight colored tuft atop his head was all tossed and messed. Not even a shower of rain could keep that monstrosity down. He was awfully thin, and the look in his eyes was so pathetic. The black markings made him look more dead than alive. However, Scar could see the resemblance in him. He had his same facial structure. Ugh, it pained him to know he produced such filth.

" This? This is not my heir. "

" W-what? Scar, you asked for an heir, you got one. What more do you want?! "

" I asked for one that was worth being my successor. " Latching a paw onto the neck of Nuka, he lifted him up to eye level. " This, is hardly up to par. I advise you to produce me an heir sooner or later. "

Zira snarled. She raised " that " for such a long time in the Outlands so Scar would be proud, and what did she get for it? Scolded!

" I still expect you to be his father, if not his mentor. "

" I'll sleep on it. " He sighed as he left the cave to linger in his own; the one he was at before coming to rule the Pridelands.

Nuka lifted his head up towards his mother behind him and smiled. He loved his mother so much. Just seeing her face brought him such joy, and brought him to giggles. But like the little klutz he was, he couldn't bend back anymore to see his mothers ' kind ' face, so he flipped onto his back and coughed up whatever dust that happened to flutter up at that moment.

Zira smirked and lifted the small cub into her arms, cradling him like so. " Dear me … Scar is ashamed of his own son … what did I do wrong? Bah, never the mind. I will give him an heir, and I will be known as the greatest Queen to step foot on Pride Rock … far more better than Sa-ra-bi."

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Within his cave, Scar would be conversing with Zazu.

" Oh, Zazu. What am I to do? The lionesses have no faith in me, this is the last rain we'll see for a while … before the drought, and my son … what a disgrace."

Zazu quirked a brow up inquisitively and grasped his feathers on his bone-like cage. " Sire, you have a son?"

" Oh, that's right. You're not allowed out," the King had just remembered. " Well, Zira came by today, and well … had this revolting fur ball dangling from her mouth. Supposedly it's my son, and as much as I denied it, it was hard not to see he was. He looks just like me, just more … un-royal. You know what I mean." He waved his paw in the air all nonchalance.

" Well, sire, I do say he is still your son. Try bonding with him. Beauty lies within the inside, my mother always use to say."

" Zazu, I really don't care for what Zuzu use to say. She was nothing but cruel to me as a cub, along with Rafiki."

" Now stop telling old lies, sire! My mother adored you!" Pausing, he quickly mumbled under his breath … " even though she preferred Mufasa over you."

Growling, Scar tossed a bone at the side of his cage and left. " If you ever say that name in my presence again, Zazu, your next confinement will be within the stomach of ME. Clear?"

With a whimper, the hornbill let off a solemn nod. " Y-yes, sire."