He was a lion, and I, a hyena.

That was it. There was nothing more, and nothing less. He was like a brother; I loathed him for my mother's death. He tried to be us, we worked for him. He tried to love me; I led us to eat him. Cause and effect, ces't la vest, whatever you wanna call it, that's what it was.

See, Scar had two sides. There was the one that seduced the ladies, played with the guys, and everyone knew. This one, we knew as Taka. But Scar. Scar was a different lion all together. Scar lied, killed, there's not much worse than that.

But it wasn't Taka I'd fallen for in the first place. Neither was it Scar. I mean, I did like him, I liked to be around him, and I liked being his lead hitman. But romance was something we could never have, no matter how much he, or I, had wanted it.

He was a lion, and I, a hyena.

I knew he loved me. He loved others, too. There was me, and Sarafina, and Sarabi. And then there was Nala. And Nala made me sick. She was everything I would be, if I could be. She was a lion, she was sweet, she was kind, she wasn't violent, and she had dignanty. I didn't have these, at least, *I* thought I didn't. Ask Banzai that might be a different story for him. But back to my point, I hated Nala, because I could not be her. And because I could not be her, I could not love Scar, or Taka, or anyone.

For he was a lion, and I, a hyena.

As Scar's main hitman, I'd become his "best friend". I was the one who sat with him on long afternoons, talking about nothing. I was the one who was bitched to about the lionesses and their hunts. And I was the one who was not allowed to fall in love, under his rules.

"Your MINE." He had told me, nose to nose. "You will never be anyone else's BUT mine, Shenzi."

I had glared at him, but had said nothing more on the matter. My love life was my own, and he had no say in the matter. Just because he could not have me, didn't mean no one else could. And I knew, deep in my heart, these words that had sounded so cold, actually were worth something, something that I would never want, or have.

Because he was a lion, and I, a hyena.

And then there was his death. Some say we ate him because of the ravenous, scavenging, sickening creatures we are, but that had nothing to do with it. Us wanting revenge, particularly me, was one reason. Another was the fact that we hadn't had a good meal in months, but one old, sickly skinny lion is hardly a meal for a clan of hyenas. So I took my boys down to the bottom of Pride Rock, almost knowing that dear old ex-kingy would fall right into our jaws. And when he did, we'd licked out chops and went in for the kill. But I, I had the first bite. And when I felt his warm blood ooze past my black lips, only one thing passes my mind.

He loved me. He loved all of us. It was not Taka who had done this, it was the one called Scar. And I knew, I would never see my dear old friends' smiling face again. His yellow eyes look sadly at me. His voice shout my name as we played our games over and over until we could barely breathe. The sniffles he suffered after having a nightmare. I would only remember Scar. How he'd screamed at my cohorts. How he abused his lionesses. How he'd kissed me, trying to win my will. And then I remembered, that love, and friendship, had boundaries.

After all, he was a lion and us, hyenas.